<?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-7261766529007591098</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:35:07.701+08:00</updated><category term='b'/><category term='schools day~'/><category term='i'/><title type='text'>My 5-cent worth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-9025344325896958048</id><published>2012-02-07T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:29:41.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He strode into the classroom,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the zoo more like&lt;/span&gt;, he swore under his breath. Grey clusters of tables in a mess, with pieces of "artworks" that occupy the surface. He cringed. Draggings of chairs created the familiar metallic screech in his ears as he audience rose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick moment; a quick study. A glance around was enough to tell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild animals.&lt;/span&gt; None looked civilised. None actually looked ready. There are some, but few, who actually took to the labour of going through their toilets, but nothing escaped his sharp eyes, his nature that flinched at the slightest hint of imperfection. He just couldn't stand defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only the start of the day and yet, he felt like his morning has been ruined. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did they come here for other things? You call this the best? The lousy, unthinking animals, always waiting to be fed? &lt;/span&gt;His anger boiled at the thought. A momentary conflict occurred in the highly intellectual mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are different. Yes, they ARE different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But isn't this standard too low for a so-called slightly higher mentality?&lt;/span&gt; The question raged constantly in his inner thoughts, that once or twice was revealed with a slip of tongue and the ill patience, as he managed to employ himself with his supposed profession. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proud fools. Unmotivated brats. The worse place. The confounded batch of his new allocation. So much for promotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hated this. They were plain stupid, refusing to render their minds for further questioning that would enhance the learning ability and their performance. Make them think, he could not. Motivated? That'd be a cross. It was so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different from his past. The past of his golden years, his achievements which is not duly his, but his favourites. Motivated learners. Always being looked-up to. The future of the country. He still remembered, he chose the profession for the service of the country, to nurture its future, to aid them in achieving their goals. It was not one he regretted. He reaped his work of perspiration in unbidden and hidden tears of joy when his work was completed, when his fruits ripened, so beautifully and courageously, ready to emerge out into the full blaze of the fleeting world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A past that just seemed like it is returning but the present destroyed all hopes, smearing reality into his face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more, and I'll be done&lt;/span&gt;, he encouraged himself as the bell rang. The students muttered cries of satisfaction, some quietly, some openly, but he saw them all. He, too, himself, murmured a breath of prayer unknowingly, eager to cast himself out of the asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get out of here one day. Why teach when they're so unmotivated? A waste of their time, a waste of my time. I wasn't here to educate weak-minded individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP! That post was inspired by my Chemistry teacher and I tried to put myself into his shoes..think like him, you know.. and so I got motivated to write here since it's easier to write than grabbing my pen and a writing pad which is 4 miles away.. haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a random one though.. I was revising Chemistry and I suddenly thought of that ;)&lt;br /&gt;Now- back to chem.&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/7261766529007591098-9025344325896958048?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/9025344325896958048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=9025344325896958048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9025344325896958048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9025344325896958048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2012/02/he-strode-into-classroom-zoo-more-like.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3354049570234191774</id><published>2012-02-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:08:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.AM.VERY.ANGRY.RIGHT.NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been thinking the last few years !?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3354049570234191774?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3354049570234191774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3354049570234191774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3354049570234191774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3354049570234191774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2012/02/i.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6821989116525760517</id><published>2012-01-12T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:05:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's gone..forever and I'll never be able to catch her. How lasting our moments seemed! Yet, I was never good enough and people change their minds after sometime. It made me cry, those times, it seems so eternal yet it doesn't even last a decade. The memories killed me so slowly yet torturous. The realisation that you will never be with me. You're so altered, so changed. I grieve my loss over such a precious you, every night. I had feared this would come and had prepared for it but all my efforts are in vain. You had my confidence. You did. My confidantes are ones whom I valued so highly above all the others. I've let myself down, again. I blame upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always wronged this way anyway. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of "when".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6821989116525760517?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6821989116525760517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6821989116525760517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6821989116525760517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6821989116525760517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2012/01/shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2216561923816024176</id><published>2012-01-01T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:21:33.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall write wot I did today. Happy New Year anyway! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, went to Kovan for CHURCH...they relocated..to so far a place x_x Anyhow, the ride was so loooooong and My family ditched me because I was slow and so I was the last to come out -.- Some family ! so.. I have to come alone x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when I reached there, the worship already started and there was no place so I have to go upstairs and bleagh bleagh...before Angelene finally joined me up there because there was so Class for Youth class on the first week. Anyhow,we endured there and when the thing ended, we got off and it was so awkward because there was nowhere to hang around and the Sun...gosh...I think it got heated up so bad today.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after Church, I came home ALONE, again, first because my family was talking and talking..and it was so crowded and hot I can't bear it anymore... Thank goodness for my keys.. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family finally come back, my sister and brother and I went out to fly kite.. well..at first it was epic fail but after some retarded running and shoutings the Kite finally launched ...pfftttt...and the grass was so muddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I have to launch it twice and it took all my energy..and when it finally does STAY there and I get to sit with my siblings, it was already dark and small insects start their activities. JUST MY LUCK..next time must go earlier.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was it...we came back, I took a long shower and then...was so hungry.. but then.. THERE WAS NO MORE RICE. :( so I have to cook my own noodles.. Nowadays been eating noodles a lot x_x not healthy! Not healthy at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah.. after my dinner.. I am here ... posting this and gonna Watch Fairy Tail later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time buddies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I love my Father :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2216561923816024176?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2216561923816024176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2216561923816024176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2216561923816024176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2216561923816024176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-shall-write-wot-i-did-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3965777192990053734</id><published>2011-12-27T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:10:01.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG omg omg omg.. I feel so happy I don't know how to express this happiness..Imma die out of happiness - that was some days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. lame. Er so.. Nothing much , I just got rest from a few things.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for the New year celebration on Christmas and well, I MET CHRISTINE AND THANDAR :D SO HAPPPPYY Hahahaha.. So it just passes  on like that..er yeah.. My sister did quite a good job dancing that bamboo dance,, haha.. imma a proud mama, I mean, sissy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yesterday went to Clementi to meet with Hui Teng and Juice and after a little borrowing at the library, we walked for hours around the mall and obsessed about Fairy Tail and forcing Juice to watch it .. haha now she's watching it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, LOKI IN FAIRY TAIL IS SOOO CHARMING, UEWHFDSJHFGSLJ!!!!! SOOOOOO IN LOVE NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. and well, I have been doing some exterminating-bugs work in my room today.. and now .. well yeah.. nothing much. so I am blogging :D haha.. okay.. can't type that much anymore.. BYE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3965777192990053734?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3965777192990053734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3965777192990053734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3965777192990053734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3965777192990053734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5599195914121549462</id><published>2011-12-25T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:28:52.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so yesterday was Christmas Eve and well.. let me say..it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin brother's 1st birthday is tomorrow but we decided to celebrate it on the 24th so when I woke up, everything was neat in the living room and my room is a jungle, a living jungle. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I eat first, Nasi Braini or so.. and it was so fulfilling and then guests started coming in and I retreated to the jungle, being an antisocial I am. But that does not last long because I went to help out in the kitchen and stuffs and the whole day passed like that with me occasionally picking on the agar agar jelly...hehehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the long service started and I realised, NO ONE WAS TAKING THE PHOTOS. So I quickly adapted myself to become the cameraman while the teacher asked me to read the bible verses.....and so I moved around the whole day taking pictures. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was delicious but the birthday boy is very erm... how do I say it, never stay at one place. lol. So it's hard to take pictures, dammit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then My sister came back and told me to go to Church for wotever thing they're performing for our youth class and I was all blurrr mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half a mind to turn back and go home but my parents SAID they're coming so I waited. And the play was .... x_x They put me in a role and I was the first person out and I don't even know wot's happening and I just looked around the stage with a blurry face and it's done.. oh my FACEEEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the midnight service started and I think the Choir singing the Cantata is very nice.. they sing the O Holy Night too :D My favouriteeeee.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended 30 minutes earlier than expected and my parents aren't there yet and my sister and I waited in the rain ....and when they do come,..well..of course, it's late .. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was a very cold ride. The wind was blowing against our faces and the rain too ...woah.. I was chilled to the bones !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when we reached home, I was famished so I devoured a plate of nasi braini and then wait a while to sleep..because I was too full.. oh greedy little me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I woke up, it was very late for Church.. and hey Merry Christmas to you all ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this time of the year last year, I would be on a coach from Pathein to Yangon...and then when I reached my home there, there would be my families because we always had a family gathering at my house every Christmas and My grandma's siblings and their families will be there and it's very fun to play with y second cousins and such :D ..and now? Nothing =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen New year is also today and the same too... I mean family gatherings.. but right now, there's nothing.. except to go to a place for the celebration in the evening.. It's not as fun you know.. but I'll have to endure... gahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy Karen New Year to you all ! May God bless you always !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5599195914121549462?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5599195914121549462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5599195914121549462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5599195914121549462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5599195914121549462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-so-yesterday-was-christmas-eve-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2431797737274030984</id><published>2011-12-24T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:21:13.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello guys ! I am happy because I GOT TO WATCH SHERLOCK HOLMES :DDD Well, HT and Juice aren't interested in Sherlock Holmes ( think they prefer Alvin and the Chipmunks) and refused to watch ..-some friends!, haha jk :D I love them all the same, So it looks like I'm going alone because I refuse to pay for my bro and sis -.- and then a friend to the rescue ! Well, well, Eh Tha Khu was kind enough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the train was ultraaa superrr slow , mind you. thought I was going to miss a part of the movie.. I dieded like a hundred times cursing SMRT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was more late and I reached there in times, thank goodness.. and it was still in the commercials part.. PHEWWW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the Movie was awesome, like I got a glimpse of Victorian England and stuffs and the fancy dresses and suits ..ahh.. I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was very cold that day and was raining heavily and when I came back the place was as crowded as ........shhhh... and so I alighted at a station and waited like 30 FREAKING MINUTES FOR THE BUS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it come.. it was a double decker :DDD and was so cold inside I just put my sweater to cover and then sleep the whole way home.. Shiokness :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so today, it is Christmas Eve and by right, I'm supposed to go to City Harvest Church with Juice and HT and Megan but I've got a thanksgiving service at home for my cousin's 1st birthday ... so .. I am here, typing after eating and getting bored but I've got no inspirations to write....WTSSSSSSSS.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. One more week to school ): AHHH!!! KILL ME.. I DREAD CCA. And I AM SEC 3 ... X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2431797737274030984?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2431797737274030984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2431797737274030984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2431797737274030984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2431797737274030984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-guys-i-am-happy-because-i-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6761951862666470741</id><published>2011-12-15T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:04:23.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Long time no post.. haha nah, I haven't been doing homework. Well, not exactly that. But you know, I am almost finishing English homework, with 1 or 2 more articles to go and I did attempted Maths homework, which is beyond impossible. My brain has grown rusty quite a bit..&lt;br /&gt;and I forgot all those formulas and I am stuck at the first paper -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riightt, there's answer provided but ...it wouldn't help me .. I mean, wot for I do if I just copied all the answers...yet, it may come to that, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I borrowed a huge loads of book and right now I have like 12 books in my posession from the Library owing to the curtesy of ETK who showed me the Central Library in Bugis where there's a lot of Brontes' books (i.e Victorian authors) because when we attempted the Esplanade Library, well, all the books are about arts, arts and arts. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take me quite a while to read them all though. The Dicken's books are so ULTRA THICK. and I have to get used to Victorian way of language, of course, all the reason for me to borrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and ..two more weeks until holidays end :O IT SUCK MAN. IT SUCK. Why does time passes so fast ? :X !!!!I don't like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today's the day HT is supposed to be back from her Guides' camp. Probably with lotsa stories to tell.. so I shall wait.. haha..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking whether I should go for Naw Blessing's birthday thanksgiving service or not because it's allllllllllllllllllllllllll the way in the east while I stay alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way in the West. It's just like...well, let's not go to that. haha ..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, ......still thinking, and logging off !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6761951862666470741?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6761951862666470741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6761951862666470741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6761951862666470741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6761951862666470741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-long-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6763941482291196308</id><published>2011-12-11T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:46:02.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You're dust and nothing more,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; From the moment you were born,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Trampled and trumped, you're shunned,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; From the circle of perfect lore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;They jeered,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And sneered,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; "You're good for nothing,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Oh, dear!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;I toiled all day,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; To raise you, hey? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So where's my return?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; You should be good and gay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where is it, you filthy bitch?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Do you want to be ditched?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; If you'll not hear me,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I'll give others a hitch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;I care not for empty gain,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So I demand you a change,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Hear me now!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Or you'll share your fate with Cain."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;It never ends,&amp;nbsp; the torture,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So much for being nurtured,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Come on now, come on, lass,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Spare yourself a lecture,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do them a favour,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; For them not to charter,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Your burdens, and loads,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So they won't whine any longer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;You see the advantages, kid? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Or shall I enlighten you a bit?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Nothing comes for free,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Because nobody gives a shit,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know the witch of Hansel and Gretel?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; It's the same concept out there,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Out or in, loved ones or strangers,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; They fatten you, so they could tear you well,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;No, don't fret!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I know a way out of that!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Listen close and listen clear,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; For all you want to forget,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come to me,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; You'll be free,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; "I'm young," I hear you,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; But what's the big deal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imagine the joy,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Instead of a cry,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; "She's gone!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Now let us have our time!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;See? See what I say?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Now it's up to you to lay!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Embrace me, I'll welcome you,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; It's not as scary as they all imagine,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Out of this misery, i'll bring you,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Believe my words to be true,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I'll assure you, and reassure again,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; That you'll no longer have the blues!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;A leap off that, a dose of med,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Pick your choice, you poor little cat,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; A slit on your life works fine too,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And by the way, my name is Death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;----&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Hello! I've written a poem because i've nothing to do.. Pardon me, if it's really graphic, I need to vent out some stuffs..and I can't draw to save my life..haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6763941482291196308?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6763941482291196308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6763941482291196308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6763941482291196308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6763941482291196308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2203889703285903754</id><published>2011-12-10T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:52:01.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello! So the carol group just left and here...i am..haha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; They came like real late...they said they'll be at 7 or 8 but they reached at like 10.... Anyway, those people were really energetic and...woah...really..pumped up..i don't know the word..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah..and well...a bit of hussle here and there...and my mum is really........i don't know wot to say, really x_x&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dad is cool and OH! TODAY IS 10TH DECEMBER! MEANS IT'S MY BELOVED COUSIN BIRTHDAY! :) I WISH I WERE THERE with her though! ): last year..i was...and she's now 7 already..that girl who took my whole heart...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am really tired today and am going to sleep now...and just heard my aunt's coming back..gotta kiss my cousin now :) bye!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2203889703285903754?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2203889703285903754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2203889703285903754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2203889703285903754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2203889703285903754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-so-carol-group-just-left-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6558744836615369400</id><published>2011-12-10T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:05:17.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm blogging right now because I'm awaiting the arrival of the Carol singing group and..they aren't here yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which..I've done a great deal of spring cleaning the last two days...and wow, I did it the whole day today. What I learnt is that I'm not cut out to be a housekeeper...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the house is tidy now..and muahaha...I'm proud of myself..and my sister.. for that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was awoken by a LOUD alarm music blaring the the room and my brother DIDN'T EVEN WAKE up..even though it was for him as he wanted to follow the Sunday School Carol today...I can't believe him man -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I sleep again and wake up at like 10 and started the cleaning which completed like about at 6pm while my sister sat on the chair and watched her Chinese drama...REALLLLYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only started vacuuming sometimes after and mopping the floor and then dad came back and mum too and now we're waiting..and waiting..and I wanna poop. HAHA. That was random..but for real! BYE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6558744836615369400?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6558744836615369400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6558744836615369400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6558744836615369400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6558744836615369400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-guys-im-blogging-right-now-because.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1685252059274451789</id><published>2011-12-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:51:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey what's up you guys ! I'm here blogging..after my dinner..and yes, I have something to blog about..like finally..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Juice and I have been planning a little something last minute and well...so we were to meet at KFC at Tiong today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached there, she ain't there yet...so I sat around, looking stupid...-.- and she finally asked me to order first.. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went around order some meal and started reading before she finally came and saved me out of my misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate....and then we started working on our little project....which we failed so miserably because I ain't no artistic person and Juice was to fold stuffs...which I don't know how to ..so :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty epic fail little thing with the temperature as cold as my soul (HEY, THAT RHYMES!) just kidding, as cold as ... I don't know..it's just real cold, we're shivering like little puppies stuck out in the snow inside ...We spent almost 3 hours doing that.....(we're really failures) and if we hadn't came out sooner, I think I would have freeze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out plan was operation cheer HT. HAHA.. I make good names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to put in in her mailbox...and so I wrapped it with a Popular bag I brought and taped it real horribly with green tape. Imagine the ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the mailbox was CLOSED. CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried plan B..leaving it at her doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before doing so, we found out her door was open so Juice called her house and was told that the family was out so thinking we're quite safe, we went up again and Juice went to put in the token...and came back running and squealing while we ran down a good flight of stairs and she explained to me after that that "When I go around right, she was like with all her hair tied up and baggy red shirt so I took a look at her and when she looked at me, I realised it was her, so I just dropped the thing and ran back..!" LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to brush up with our plans..anyway, HT texted Juice, "What was that?" since she caught a glimpse of Juice and we had another plan... and replied .."What was what?" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was explaing how she dreamt of Juice's appearance...HAHAHA... okay..that leaves us both cracking..and it was quite a long while before she knew it..heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she likes it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I came back and played with my couz and now am planning to watch "The Wizard of Oz" online..hopefully, it's online...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, that's my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya again then !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1685252059274451789?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1685252059274451789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1685252059274451789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1685252059274451789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1685252059274451789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-whats-up-you-guys-im-here-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5222454533607363445</id><published>2011-12-07T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:21:52.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I got it, you don't care. I shall not say anymore...huhuuuhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hunt for movies now.. really..nothing to do and is very lazy to do maths :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sin, really :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5222454533607363445?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5222454533607363445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5222454533607363445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5222454533607363445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5222454533607363445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/alright-i-got-it-you-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1872239873068170377</id><published>2011-12-07T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:10:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sheeeshhhhhhh...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; It sucks that I can't get up now...hurts everywhere,,wtsssss,,,,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; :/ since when did I become ill...gosh....x_x not the right time man! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Can't get up...screw my life..so i'll just be stuck here...doing pratically nothing today...so much for wishes...booo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1872239873068170377?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1872239873068170377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1872239873068170377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1872239873068170377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1872239873068170377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/sheeeshhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5442053402654820588</id><published>2011-12-06T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:30:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hey.. haven't been blogging for a long time heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, well, I'm in a mood to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been slacking and well, not exactly slacking..but you'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the class chalet, the much awaited class chalet...though some people didn't turn up..INCLUDING EPHRAIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay So, I meet HT at Tiong and May and Juice joined us later then we headed to Pasir Ris..(FAR) and on the way, meet Han Ming, thanks to Juice's eyes.. and I was reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte then and it was really addictive... haha..so I couldn't care less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the mall beside the MRT, we meet Yi Rui, Brenda and Hui shan..and gosh..Yi Rui was wearing this huge white earings and I was like O.O !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..so we went one round to find the shuttle bus to the chalet and on the bus we're really noisy thanks to the guides.. haha..and HT was like "Gonna tweet that we're on the bus with hot guys" LOL. we're realy on the bus with some guys ..I didn't know whether they're hot or not...LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after much ....travel, we finally reached the place and then there they were, my classmates , waiting for Mrs Fong to check in..haha..I heard Mrs Fong don't know the way there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, they were bombing stuffs and those stuffs were childish ..lol..but fun..and after check in we walked in to the chalet and sat down in the room for some briefing by Mrs Fong -.-  after which we set out to do the thing.. I initially wanted to marinate the chicken but there're so many girls waiting to do some stuff and so I came out with Michelle and slack in the room for some time before coming out and Wing tim was like "Help in the bbq!" and so I went there to fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how it happened...but after a while, I was bbq-ing hot dogs with Mich and Wei Bin, Zi Xiang are fanning..LOLOL. and Wingtim was trying to start the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there near the bbq pit for quite a long time.. until Teresa was like "Kanyaw, your eyes are really red..go rest!" and Juice took over my part.. and so I went into the room to see HT and Mei Yuan slacking down there..and eating so I joined them for a while.. before coming out again ...jobless..LOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember all but I remembered going cycling with Mich and May and wow...it just proved how long I haven't been cycling..I felt like I have just started cycling ! :O !! Kendrick pushed me with his bike....we're really some kinda rivals. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I came back and then, we sat around the table, Chong Ray, Mei Yuan, Wing Tim, Hui Teng, Zi Xiang, Teresa, Rina and Wei Bin, if I'm not wrong and started playing WASABI...I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gross..the THING WAS GROSS... X_X and a number game.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, I went out and Juice they all were still cooking and dude...Juice and Teresa's chickens were real nice ! and after a while of eating..I decided to go back because it was real late and thank goodness that I've been in that place two times....or else...I will have to wait for shuttle bus..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the bus to Tampines and took MRT there...thank goodness I started out earlier...they were actually going back at like 945 ! I was going out alone but I don't know why, May and Juice came and accompanied me...LOLOL. and they're really weird people :P haha.. and fun, they keep doing retarded stuffs..OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bus was quite a long journey but accustomed to it and the MRT ride was too..I slept the whole way..my neck felt so stiff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JOURNEY took like 2 hours + and I reached home at like 2315+ I think.. and I'm quite scared by then..it was real late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just glared at me :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagined if I had started out late X_X&lt;br /&gt;I would be dead meat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...I just went straight for bed, smelling like smoke because I was cooking there for so long ..x_x haha..and woke up in the well, afternoon..12pm.lol.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I didn't do anything much today.. I hope nothing's for tomorrow..too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5442053402654820588?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5442053402654820588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5442053402654820588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5442053402654820588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5442053402654820588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7596254408029827673</id><published>2011-11-30T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:50:14.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Today is like the end of November.. and I was thinking.. "DA SHIT???" Seriously... Holidays goes real fast .. UNFAIR !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to HT's house with Juice today and were supposed to do our homework.. but in the end, I just finished ONE article and pasted my newpapers articles. LOLOLOL. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole day we're getting all cosy in HT's room..and the weather was gosh.. SLEEPING WEATHER.. AND IT WAS RAINING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. so we're all snuggled up on the bed.. and we talked and talked and talked until like the whole evening.. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. It was real funny . haha&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...so anyway.. I got my maths textbooks from a guide senior who's so generous :D and HT who's very kind to think of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so Facebook is getting on my nerves -.- gotta fix it asap.. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7596254408029827673?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7596254408029827673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7596254408029827673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7596254408029827673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7596254408029827673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2127818617680578384</id><published>2011-11-27T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:43:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hey guys! I have been in hiatus for like 2 or 3 days because I was like away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..like I went to Sentosa for a Youth Outing from our Church and we were having a chalet at Costa sands.. well yea, I've been at that place for 3 times already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we're at the Kampong Huts...it's reallllyy Niceeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached there around like 8 and then when I reached I saw June Rose and Blessing and then they lead me to the place and THERE'RE FOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they've eaten already..so I was like,,feasting alone. Well, no matter, I love food. So yeah, I was there eating and then they suddenly went out for a walk and asked me ..and I was like.. O.O Never mind..I shall eat..so I remained there eating while the guys went to swim and then changed and they were like gonna fetch the teacher.. So I was quite full back then and started walking around like mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they made me go with them..so I was stuck with them since I have nothing to do anyway and we went around the beach and thanks goodness for Caesar, I tell you. He's the only one who talked to me..thankfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. AND THEN, WE WERE supposed to go meet with the girls who went out for the walk and so we started walking towards the beach station...and CAESAR LEFT ME....SJRGUBDHCFVGDYF. So I WAS STUCK AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwefjfbdgfjdfsjdgfsjfgdgfd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, and then halfway through, we saw the girls on the tram and we've to walk all the way back -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then we waited for Paw paw and there when she came ...well, Birthday custom ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then..after some time we call went into the guys' hut and started playing Polar Bear. IT WAS FUN. UPON MY WORD, IT WAS THE FUNNEST. But erh...I keep getting caught -.-&lt;br /&gt;so I never survived.. We played for like until 2am + when finally, we all were all sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our hut, I have to sleep with June rose on a double decker bed and I was the one at the side... haha..don't worry, I ain't playful in bed..In fact, my position stayed as still as a corpse..well, no choice, either that or fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I showered and have breakfast and at 8 we went to the beach for morning devotion and after that we leave for Universal Studios Singapore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....YAYYYYYYY :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. our youth class have like 7 girls and 6 guys and I went in like a boss ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA....but it was damn.CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started queuing for the Madagascar ride and like I was the last person..in front of me was Blessing and Grace and I got all tired.. WE QUEUED FOR MORE THAN HALF AN HOUR. IMAGINE MY AGONYYYYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious for those mints I bought for Sugar rush.. I feel like a Prophet ..can predict the future..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..when we finally got the ride..well, it was kinda a kiddy ride..but I can tell a lot of money went into it...it was cool, over all..but not thrilling...like I want it to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started drizzling and then we went for a Junior roller coaster at the Enchanted Airways..lols..those stuffs are cooooooll...castles and all, you know.. and I was with June Rose and well, the ride was a kiddy one too ._. I mean, it was so short..REALLYY..Epic thing was that Shalom was REAL SCARED and all along the queue, he wanted to go out and started asking Caesar and the latter was like "I feel something..I shouldn't ride too.." REALLY PEOPLE? XD&lt;br /&gt;So they went out at the last stage.. LOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next was er.. OH REVENGE OF THE MUMMY !!!!!! IT WAS THE BESTTTT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not supposed to bring anything in and so we went around for lockers and it was like SAUNA IN THERE. GOSH. As if the last two queues aren't bad enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh so At first we went into the queue and walked along this ancient egypt like-tomb and then we'r'e like..SHORT QUEUE!!!! and then when we walked further......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A LONGGGGG QUEUE X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, the place was air conditioned unlike the last two so well, it's well...queuing and all..my legs must have suffered a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got there......I sat beside June Rose at the side ..and then when the ride started they started screaming ._. how can people scream? I don't know :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was realllll HEART DROPPINGGG ...I think My heart went an inch lower.. and it was like totally fun in the dark tunnel with er..ancient egypts stuffs.. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUN OKAY. when when we come out..I was a little dizzy..lols.. Eh Tha Khu said my scream was deafening...I DIDN'T SCREAM AT ALL._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the photos..lols..they're real funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... we went to queue for the water show,.....SAUNA AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;We queued for like half an hour and then when we're finally admitted, we went to sit there and yeah....I THINK THIS IS THE MOST...ERM.. how do you say it... never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the gun shots and all shook my nerves..like "BANG!" "Bang!" and after that I was like ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Rose and I still wanted to ride the Huge Roller Coaster so we found people who would want to and Paw paw, Gaw thaw and Eh Tha Khu were in the team..well, team er..adventurous. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked there and they're talking about and riding the blue and red ones..the roller coasters, i MEAN..they said Blue one was scarier..ah well, I cannot suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..no loose items were allowed so we were going to get the lockers when the rain poured...lol.. So ETK sacrificed (more like being scared) to look after our bags and so we went in the queue..GOSHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUEUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;iT WAS SO LONG I THINK I WOUDN'T LIVE THROUGH IT -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for such a short ride !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thrilling..still I didnt find the strength to scream ._. hey, don't blame me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so we came back and meet with the others who went to watch some 4D stuffs.. and took some photos and walked around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we reached this 4D place and June Rose and Grace went off..I think and Paw Paw too ._, and then, all the guys were like gonna watched the 4D thing..and I was about to go off but they invited me and I was like..dang why not...once in a lifetime ..and at first I thought Blessing was going...but she wasn't -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARD. AWKWARD. AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's awkward,,PLEASSEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the last and they were chatting among themselves in front..and again, thank goodness Caesar was in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not sure but my pedo instincts told me the man behind me was a PEDO..and A PEDO HE WAS ! PFFFTTTTT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started on my Sherlock Holmes..I meant, it was awkward anyway.. and well..a book somehow helps..that's why I love books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..so yeah. the queue was exceptionally long especially with the awkward me...LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the show was well....fine..I meant it was really good...the show about hurricanes...but .. I don't know...er...Maybe I should have went off first.. BECAUSE THE REST IS MORE AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, more awkward followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were talking about riding the blue roller coaster..well, I am not going through awkward again..so I was like I'm going first and bye bye and then they have to tell me they're going back ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ...we went to the..erm..mini train ..I forgot wot's it called to Vivo and THERE WAS A LONGG QUEUE AS I REALISED WITH HORROR THAT I'M NOT GOING TO QUEUE THERE WITH THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day QUEUE -.- like da shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...we walked back to vivocity...while more awkward ensued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I wasn't a socially awkward person sdjfgsdjfgjsgf for the first time..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk was a very long one......and I purposely lagged behind...though it didn't work ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little chat here and there and once I entered VIVO..I dashed off ..I know my way too well..hehehehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I said like byes 3 times before it ? so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I lost my way here and there before I found the bus stop..and I slept my way home XD...was really.tired. queuing and all :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I reached home.. I went straight for bed..and woke up like at 8 today..for Church..I feel so refreshed..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I havd breakfast (after realising that I didn't have lunch and dinner yesterday) and went for Church with my Mum and they're practising Carol songs..so I just stayed out since I'm not going for it anyway and so...came back after that and ..yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was texting with HT all the way home and she told me to call and I called her and we talked for a veryyy LONG TIME.. I didn't expect it...the conversation just naturally lengthened XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family was looking for the house phone and I told ht to call me from her house phone instead and we talked another half an hour XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSHH.. Really long talk.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner just now..Now,,,,,BYES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2127818617680578384?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2127818617680578384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2127818617680578384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2127818617680578384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2127818617680578384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-hey-guys-i-have-been-in-hiatus-for.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3489575484435138046</id><published>2011-11-23T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:42:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So erh..today was just like any other day ..except that I went out..of course.&lt;br /&gt;To the Post office. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Teresa's birthday and they're gonna have a thanksgiving prayer in the evening..so..I'll be home late again ..&lt;br /&gt;And yeah..just a bit of shopping for some birthday presents...yea...It's hard..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I'll probably be going to the mailbox and post of some letter and then..come back and maybe write awhile and then maybe go buy some markers for some surprise..(I'm supposed to do it today.but got no time ..) and then the prayer thing..yeah...Pretty much about it..&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this Youth outing from my sunday school coming and like they're going to these awesome places...but I'm having second thoughts about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...Maybe I want to go..maybe not.. really.. It gonna be suck that Angelene is not there D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : BRING 5 FREAKING BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH.....Okay..and maybe go to Library to borrow some book tomorrow..I'm really excited because the library they have this promotion...or wotever it is called..and WE CAN BORROW 12 FREAKING BOOKS AT ONE TIME!!!!!!!!!!! TWELVEEE !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT ?!?!!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna raid the Library tomorrow..I have to..I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;K, need to go now..nature's calling.LOL. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : ELVES ARE GOOD LOOKING DUDES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3489575484435138046?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3489575484435138046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3489575484435138046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3489575484435138046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3489575484435138046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-erh.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1187588433937385506</id><published>2011-11-22T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:57:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 401 post ! LOLS.. gonna post before it reaches a new day.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;Actually, just finished chatting with most of the people on fb .. lols..&lt;br /&gt;Angelene is going back tomorrow... goshh NOT FAIR. I WANNA GO BACK TOO YA KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLLYYY WANT TO ):&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY LIFE HERE. ..&lt;br /&gt;okay that was a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. This morning, I went online and my friend, my HAD-BEEN-FOREVER-FRIENDS-SINCE-ELEMENTARY-SCHOOL IS ONLINE. I was going like.. "CALL! DUDE ! CALL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we only talked for awhile..well,, at least we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him about how all the rest are and all..and we talked about old times like bosses..haha..It's really ..ahh.. good ol' times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all in grade 11 now and I told them to aim for 6D ! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;I really love them all..they're all so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;And that friend told me he'll pass the exam if I come back..LOLOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy..that I have such friends...they're rare to find ..really....Okay..no emotional time -snap out of it..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we're talking again on Sunday..haha...&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..today..nothing productive..just read my books.....over and over again..Sherlock Holmes is never boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..so .. In the evening..I just prepare stuffs for my parents' lunchboxes and back to the com..lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are really dry this few days round..hehh..&lt;br /&gt;Just wrote a letter to my penpal ..I love writing letters !:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go now.. bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1187588433937385506?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1187588433937385506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1187588433937385506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1187588433937385506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1187588433937385506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-my-401-post-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7775265146429873091</id><published>2011-11-22T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:03:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee.. this is the 399th post.. Hahaha... Okay so today is Tuesday and I'm chilling at home..actually .. you can say I'm evaporating at a fast rate...The weather is unbearable..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ! So .. I've read all the book from the Library and am very lazy to go out to the library to borrow new books..yet I have nothing to do without books..no inspiration to write either..I mean I was reading my own books and more often than not, I went like, "Da shit is this?" I can't believe my OWN handwriting was so horrriiibleee.I mean everyone told me it is like bean sprouts that got electrocuted and run down by a train ten times over. My family is sooo mean sometimes.... or am I that conceited? XD I know my sister's handwriting is soo nicee and all....but NO NEED TO COMPARE TO MINE. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, the point is this, my handwriting is very demotivating..Wait till, I get real BORRREDDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I was skyping with HT and she was like "Smosh's zelda rap not bad." and I was thinking.."ZELDA!? Isn't it the GAME CHRISTINA GRIMMIE LIKES?" and straightaway I went to listen to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAAAAAAHHH!! THAT WAS A MISTAKE..MAN, A MISTAKE. With my obsession with Elves and all (Owing to Legolas from the Lord of the Rings) And the music beat and the chatchy chorus..gosh.. I replayed it the WHOLE EVENING. and no, I'm not exxagerationg...even my sister was like "THAT SONG AGAIN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Elves are good looking and charming..man, c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Link is to kill for !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. yeah..so I'm still obsessed with it..Like, this morning I woke up and watched that video on my phone.. XD I think my fandom is kinda scary being that obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so..nothing much to do today..gotta write some letters to abroad and then check out some websites and prepare to go out tomorrow..hopefully..oh well..yeah..Bye guys !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7775265146429873091?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7775265146429873091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7775265146429873091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7775265146429873091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7775265146429873091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2173946651391020169</id><published>2011-11-19T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:24:41.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm well... hey.. I'VE GOT A NEW GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I hope I don't stop doing it halfway..that would totally suck. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, gonna write a new blog.. but this blog will stay this way.. as usuall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching the 400th post soon BD for 4 YEARS ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tallies so well..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so today I went to the Bible study and talked about some purposes and things over and I think it's very useful to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.. dang tomorrow's Church, Imma die for it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they're going to practise songs again, I SHALL DIE . FAINT. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLYYYY ..DO THEY HAVE TO DO IT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. anyway, gotta go. Think I'm doing well sleeping haha.. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2173946651391020169?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2173946651391020169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2173946651391020169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2173946651391020169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2173946651391020169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-im-well.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4726560463496663318</id><published>2011-11-19T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:36:05.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Can we be friends again? Best friends?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a bitch!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can we?" The cold and subtle voice asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a damn bitch!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can we?" Again, the voice emerged from the darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm telling you, bitch, as long as that damn demonic blood flows in that very life of your body, you're no more than a parasite to me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no answer. Silence, enhanced by the darkness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then a flash of glimmer, of a dagger that cut deep into the throat of accuser that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4726560463496663318?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4726560463496663318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4726560463496663318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4726560463496663318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4726560463496663318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/can-we-be-friends-again-best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-307411782913906668</id><published>2011-11-18T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:10:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so .. it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, I did survived the run! In fact, it was a pretty pathetic thing.. realllllyyy .. well.. we got first place for the relay thing anyway.. phew..and that was pretty tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that I haven't run for such a looooooooooooooooooooong time.. haha.. and my my legs ached real bad.. I think it very painful..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up suppppperrr earlyy (it's holiday period) for the run.. and it sucks.. I was like.."horrible..horriblee.." haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully, I am taking a reeaaalll looooong nap tomorrow.... hehehehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all I've been doing is lazing around and already the week passed so fast ._. If it keeps on going like this . the next day might just be a school day.. AHHHH NOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.. the results and subjects allocation and classes are out today.. so I found out.. I got into 3C1.. I was like woots ! 4 of us from KerJAMM went in 3C1 ...but HT go 3A1... WHYYYY!!! WHYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that lit..they better make that ..UK... !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....so yeah.....Shoon and Nam Hyun are in my class too :D and the nerd club leader..EPHRAIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to become a really ansocial person and a nerd next year.... just hope the school don't dump me with all those social activitied #100%dislike man..I DON'T LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I think I'm all pumped up with inspriation for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs are aching so badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-307411782913906668?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/307411782913906668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=307411782913906668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/307411782913906668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/307411782913906668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so_18.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3431614125716489570</id><published>2011-11-17T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:49:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so .. a short entry..because I'm dying over some excitement.. goshh..I need to calm down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was forced to go to the market today..and was awoken by my dad at so early an hour -.- And went to the maret in just wake up face.. LOL. I can't be bothered man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been so long since I've ride a bicycle :D I love riding bicycles... Maybe sometime..I could ride it during my free time.. (Note to self: save money to buy a bike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. watch some Japanese movie on TV.. lols.. though I can't make links in between XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then.. went to JP and library to borrow some books.. and then Jurong East for Teresa..goodness she's P6 next year. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then reached home at like 8+ and started devouring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am developing motion sickness nowadays.. my head still felt very... dizzy right now.. gosh..&lt;br /&gt;and I have to run tomorrow.. :X wish me luck man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..Got to go ! BYES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3431614125716489570?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3431614125716489570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3431614125716489570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3431614125716489570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3431614125716489570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6710043863174888528</id><published>2011-11-16T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:43:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.shall.die.&lt;br /&gt;On.Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how I accepted this..but they told me I was only to run 1.1km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not ...it's twice the ..distance ! =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. it's about this running competition..(I don't know why they keep organising stuffs like this.) and well.. NPCC.. and well.. I got myself in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY TOLD ME IT WAS 1.1 KM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..the email said it was 2.2 :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna die.. please X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.. I've been lazing around lately..and my muscles..well..they're in holiday mood too..sadly..heheh.. So now, I'm totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a chance I might get into the team one.. which means... well, 1.1 km.. I think I'm more of there ..yeah! OR THERE'S A CHANCE I CAN BE THE RESERVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose hope, Kanyaw! You can be the reserve ! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. I think there's no backing out now.. and it sucks.. oh man, totally sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NPCC, WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO blogger has this new .. blue colour thing..lols..so cool XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erh.. Nothing much today..just slacked around and watched drama.. haha...redundent..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay..byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6710043863174888528?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6710043863174888528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6710043863174888528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6710043863174888528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6710043863174888528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-93842072881851265</id><published>2011-11-16T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:22:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo peeps ..It's well, past mid night and I'm still here.. I know.. no drama though..haha&lt;br /&gt;Wot I've been doing is..I'm proud to say..well drawing :D&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT and I repeat, IT'S NOT that I WANT to draw.&lt;br /&gt;It's well, I have to draw..Why, it's a secret until.. hahaha.. someone's birthday... haha It's a surprise from our little clique ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I AM PROUD OF MYSELF. I search google and youtube for drawings gosh..I almost died...BUT I AM PROUD TO SAY.. I CAN DRAW this..like finally.. best piece of my artwork so far..well, my standard :X&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge you artsy people..!!&lt;br /&gt;It's quite plain...but that's enough for me :X&lt;br /&gt;haha..alright people..let me admire my masterpiece once more XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-93842072881851265?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/93842072881851265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=93842072881851265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/93842072881851265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/93842072881851265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1116840161034787350</id><published>2011-11-15T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:22:30.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So let's see. I called Mich and guess wot, WE'RE NOT GOING FOR CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, I have already like not wanting to go there...and Mich told me she's not going and I was like.. PERFEEECCCT....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she told me it was some kind of Campcraft competition..so It's better I don't go.. I totally failed campcraft. I mean Campcraft sucks and I've forgotten everything about it since ATC. LOL. Screw ATC btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah..I'm not going .. I am thankful ..goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a waste of time.. well, it's not like I'm not wasting time at home sleeping and all but this waste of time requires much more energy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've not been writing lately.. lack of inspiration.. or laziness..either one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been concerned about my eyesight lately because now I've a change of ambition and it changed to a Pilot which demands that I have well, a good or more like, perfect eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope well.. yeah.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just been scolded - I'm like immune to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my brother is verynoisy and that he ought to have some sense of consideration- PLEASSEE.. they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they said I'm Adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. just kidding. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to attend this UK Uni-s seminar this month at Orchard. Hopefully I'll remember it.. It very much concern my departure from Singapore. I very much am inclined to jump for a sooner date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's now pretty much nothing to do :X Maybe I should learn to draw.. I SUCK at it. Well, I should...haha who am I kidding. I haven't even started on the holiday homework yet. THE ENGLISH ONE. I think I've lost that slip of paper... I shall ask around later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to have well.. O levels.. C'mon man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the job thing.. well, I've got answers and I'm still pondering over them...hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. I think I shall occupy myself with..something else..for now XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1116840161034787350?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1116840161034787350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1116840161034787350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1116840161034787350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1116840161034787350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6738789922796568529</id><published>2011-11-15T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:04:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really very annoyed that we have CCA during holidays.. it's like one of these days that make me wish I could just pack up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have CCA tomorrow.. and I think they're realy utting unnecessary attention on CCA. I can't wait to get out of Singapore, honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I can't. Oh I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I hope years passed by as fast as this year. I hope very much so. I cannot enjoy my life as of now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I finished reading the two books I borrowed and well..yeah.. pratically I have nothing much to do. But I don't think anyone cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having really bad stomach cramps right now...WHY-OH-WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's CCA tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope that I won't have to go to Church anymore. Not the kind of Church that is not like wot I imagined anyway..but right now..I'm obliged to listen to my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home alone right now and I think it's been a long time ever since I am.. I must start clearing up very soon, I am suppose to invite my best friends over.. hehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my life has been very dull. My laziness, doesn't help. I am so lazy to the extent that ..well, let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm finding for jobs and I hope I get one so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post sounds so monotonous. I hope I'm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, people, Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6738789922796568529?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6738789922796568529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6738789922796568529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6738789922796568529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6738789922796568529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-really-very-annoyed-that-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3446749408047511296</id><published>2011-11-12T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:05:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books.</title><content type='html'>Ht was forcing me to read the Twilight Saga and I told her to go read Sherlock Holmes first.. MUAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she hasn't said anything about it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sherlock Holmes is so nice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and The book Weibin lent me ,"Paradise lost" is a very highly... chim book.. I couldn't get pass the first line. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's in a poem somemore... x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... yeah.. I couldn't get pass the first line. That's a rather sad case for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sir Alfred Tennyson is crying, I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3446749408047511296?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3446749408047511296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3446749408047511296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3446749408047511296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3446749408047511296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/books.html' title='books.'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4251056357083139350</id><published>2011-11-12T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:59:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm spamming Paramore's Ignorance like mad now.. I can't imagine myself being all romantic and all.. goshh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep today because I hate waking up early which I have to do .. I hate my WHOLE FREAKING LIFE.GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna spend the night writing. ..I haven't write for a long time.. but right now, my mind is in the right, emotionally, mentally, unstable state for the writing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good thing really. I should add writing to my plan for the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, Paramore is rocking man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tumblr-ing just now and saw really desperate and hopeless things on it so much I though I'm a hopeless .......let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm back on here to rant..really.. wot's wrong with me.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jeeeezzz.z...they want me to wake up like unhumanly insane hour in the morning..so I have to keep my vigilance and not asleep lest I woke up feeling all GRRR inside and glare at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4251056357083139350?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4251056357083139350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4251056357083139350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4251056357083139350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4251056357083139350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-im-spamming-paramores-ignorance.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2840105258843011496</id><published>2011-11-11T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:45:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my whole freaking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. it's 11-11-11. haha. Why am I even talking about it.. :X I don't care wot the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a loser...zzzz..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wot to type man.. lazy to type about today.. and I don't even know whether I'v to wake up early tomorrow. and.....I don't know man. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my life is very ..screwed up.. that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll live in a country side by my own. With no one around.. I will garden, I will ..I will live..I don't know.. but I would love to live in a countryside...with gardens and trees around and no unpleasant humans..with no one that I know, just my family ..maybe.. but.. I'll love it for myself... I will experience the changing of seasons, the golden leaves before the white snow approaches and then there'll be the Sun....I'll live in a small cottage..all to myself..away from the messed up and urban life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing them pictures on Tumblr..and it's so nice, I tell you.. I can't wait until I can do that..maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I think I'm just emotionally and mentally unstable. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. BYE. Back to tumblr. and dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2840105258843011496?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2840105258843011496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2840105258843011496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2840105258843011496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2840105258843011496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-my-whole-freaking-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8458521345030553936</id><published>2011-11-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:18:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO hello peeps !&lt;br /&gt;I am here blogging and spamming Paramore and of course, Facebook. HAHA. So today, I went to the Hospital to accompany my aunt with her son's check up.. And when I was carrying that cuteness of a baby, everyone keep staring at me SHFDSJFHWNBC. I'M HIS FREAKING COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WELL.. THE TRIP CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE OF BABIES.. but not of people. But I shalt not complainnnn... my fingers will only hurt.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back and .. then.. help my dad .. and then.. eat and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. I was on my dad's laptop when My bro came in and I decided to play that screamer prank on him..and HIS FACEE GOSHHH.. PRICELESS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally different from my sister.. who was just like.. " huh? wot's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit the prank is lame .. but my brother.. goshhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he went through my phone and saw this app of short ghost stories to entertain myself..and was like, CAN I READ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like .. sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's all can't-go-into-a-room-without-someone-else. WOAHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this man.. it's just some stories that keep me entertained ==" and he's taking it for real.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, I'm gonna get a lecture from my parents against well.. creepy stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihope not. Cross my fingers on that. Hopefully THAT behaviour of my brother disappear soon.. if not, he'll look like no balls. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.. i just kill some time :D Back to Paramore.. haha BYES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8458521345030553936?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8458521345030553936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8458521345030553936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8458521345030553936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8458521345030553936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-hello-peeps-i-am-here-blogging-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7248149203501761262</id><published>2011-11-08T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:58:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellopeeps! I finished watching these detective Japanese dramas, Boss and Boss 2 ! :D&lt;br /&gt;No more late midnight searching for videos ! Hahaha..until I found another interesting drama of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss has been pretty good :D I recommend you VERYY HIGHLLYYY and also ..it has a touch of humour here and there ..WATCH IT..&lt;br /&gt;The actor.. well, Nodate-San is pretty handsome too...I only noticed it at around the end of the drama.. I thought he was ugly.. lols.. He's old no doubt.. but handsome is handsome.. haha.. No, I'm not fangirling over old guys, I'm just saying he's handsome XD&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at like 930+ just so I could get the streaming results.. which is said to have been out by 1000 and then I got on the com and then there was nothing.. So I talked with Wing tim on facebook awhile..(Really retarded) and then make myself Breakfast BD AND then back on com..I found out the the results have been delayed to 5 pm..and I was like DA SHIT !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really GAHH ..so I stayed on com for the whole day.. watching pieces of dramas that I've watched before (all of them detective/psycological/comedy) So yeah....and then....It was such a long tiiiimmeee before 5 pm man.. even My butt ached from sitting too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally at 5, we're all nervous(not me) and excited as facebook could have proved it...and then there was nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there started all the rantings about the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started refreshing the page like mad....rantings continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started liking all the rantings ...refreshing...rantings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started ranting on twitter...refreshing the page...likeing all ranting..rantings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get real frustrated that 20 minutes have passed and then on facebook suddenly,,"OUT! OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.. I was like FINALLYYY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wot I got ? Chem, Phys, and ENGLISH LITERATUREE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU FREAKING BELIEVE IT ? ENGLISH LITERATURE? with Geography elective..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS SO MIXED FEELING ABOUT IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my first choice was to take triple science.. then I began to see the light..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those better in maths GO TO TRIPLE SCIENCE. And better in English and Literature? Off you go to English Literature baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not based on assumption. I wasn't watching detective shows for nothing, you know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha,,,,back.. So, Juice, HT, and Mich ..we all got Lit class ! And May, that math genius! Went for triple science :O Basically, Mich,Juice and I have got all the same choice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so..I think it's God's will that I go into Lit because there was so way, I can't get into Bio, But I think He must have known that I could barely be able to cope with 3 maths (E/A math and Physics) ..let alone Bio..so he let me go to the Languages.. sometimes. It's the same as when I got into Photo poetry and turned out it was the one that got me A1 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have a better perspective yo !, Imma optimistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the only thing I would be pessimistic would be for NP training.. I wish I have gone on some holidays outing or something.. there's some NP training...by the post by the seniors.. WOAHHHHH REALLY? MUST TORTURE TILL LIKE THAT AH ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATC was ENOUGH.ENOUGH.ENOUGH. okay.. I don't care POP or wotever DA SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.. So I woke up real early thing morning and posting..Now hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make breakfast for myself , peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7248149203501761262?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7248149203501761262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7248149203501761262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7248149203501761262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7248149203501761262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellopeeps-i-finished-watching-these.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8253260510848965917</id><published>2011-11-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:36:27.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>djhfsrhw egajsoew!! Just now I WAS chatting with my 4th uncle on gtalk and found out that my favourite cousin is at HIS HOUSE... WHICH MEANS I CAN TALK TO HERRRRR..!!!! :DDDDDD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8253260510848965917?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8253260510848965917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8253260510848965917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8253260510848965917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8253260510848965917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/djhfsrhw-egajsoew-just-now-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5285649280703904768</id><published>2011-11-04T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:11:57.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not mine. not mine. not mine. not mine. not mine.not.mine.NOT.MINE.N.O.T.M.I.N.E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5285649280703904768?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5285649280703904768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5285649280703904768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5285649280703904768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5285649280703904768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7171823899848736702</id><published>2011-11-04T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:40:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't really do much today,, except from well sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I stayed up late; don't worry, not reading; but watching BOSS and chatting with Eh Tha Khu.&lt;br /&gt;That guy got school the next day, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's really infuriating how the video won't loaddddd !!jrgfewudj!!&lt;br /&gt;I meant..the most exciting part man..c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;and then.. I was watching the last episode today and at the last part they said the video is not available! C'MON.....DON'T TELL ME THERE'S NO VIDEO IN THE WHOLE WORLD WIDE WEB?!&lt;br /&gt;It's really infuriatingggg GAHHH&lt;br /&gt;so.. I woke up at like 1 pm today.. can't believe myself.. actually, I..erm.. slept again..so yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;and then have my breakfast/lunch and wot I did was.. er... watch BOSS.. which pissed me off at the last minute and sent me to search all over the web for that last part =="&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN'T FIND IT..&lt;br /&gt;and then skyped with Floo for 2 hours and then ate dinner.. and then here, I am again..&lt;br /&gt;admiring Ben XD and pushing my obsession to Brendan XD.. he's ignoring me now..BUT HOW CAN I NOT TELL THE WORLD THAT BEN IS CUTE AND HANDSOME ???&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH I WANT TO GO ENGLAND..MANN AND STALK MY HEART OUT XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. okay, I'm crazy... I didn't get to write today.. lol,, no inspiration....&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.... think i'm not giving up on finding that last piece of the drama @!!#@$ !&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7171823899848736702?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7171823899848736702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7171823899848736702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7171823899848736702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7171823899848736702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-didnt-really-do-much-today-except.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4647641671802461555</id><published>2011-11-03T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:31:33.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so, there's really nothing much to do .. and I like it that way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I'm at home alone though, I'm not, It's quiet enough.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued writing my story ..like finally .. and the freaking ink ran out ==" I really think it's a piece of.. seriously... I didn't even use it for exam man!, brand new ! BRAND NEWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now chilling eating yogurt and stalking Ben.. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. the blond Ben now BD He went to the Philippines and so there are new videos of HIM.. AHHHHH.. CAN HE COME HERE... !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT BEN. GOODNESS. I AM GOING TO ENGLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chills*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is hard.. Ben is real charming and when he talks, omg, that accent...gonna kill me.! jsfhsduhrw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess I'll go back to writing and switch this laptop off...after robbing some food from sis and another cup of yogurt...&lt;br /&gt;YES. I KNOW I'M GONNA CATCH A COLD FROM THE ICE INSIDE MY SOUL. BUT I PLAY SAFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4647641671802461555?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4647641671802461555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4647641671802461555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4647641671802461555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4647641671802461555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-theres-really-nothing-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5183128501067361726</id><published>2011-10-31T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:58:16.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's a new post !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like .. Yesterday, there're really nothing much .. Sunday school sucks as usual.. I hate seeing that face.. really..but at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my life. haha. But don't care ~ went to HT's house after that to make card for Teresa's birthday and Juice was reaaalll late.. so I ended up playing with HT's baby sister, :D Pedo time! But she wasn't that shy to me ! YAYY!! ACHIEVEMENT!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, HT was painting a real nice painting and it was awessooomeee..! I love all her artworks :D ahh...well, when one can't produce that good a quality..one has to admire..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, when Juice came, we went into her room and Skype with my homie :D CAM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. it was real funny..HT was doing all the decoration of the card lols XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're spamming youtube videos -smokingguns, if I'm not wrong.. haha..epic funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...at like 6 +, her mother cooked this HUGGGEEEE bowl of noodles for us.... (make me wonder if HT described us as"GLUTTONS" to her mother, jk!) haha.. it was real huge and&lt;br /&gt;they gave up halfway, I mean HT did XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. It was DELICIIOUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my best friends, haha, no matter how awkward they can be :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Maths remedial class to accompany HT.. x_x real boring I tell you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then roamed around the mall for a while and then we came to Swensens ! and guess wot we found! 1 for 1 lunch promotion! and today was the last day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so we decided to go for it !!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh, por favor ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. yeah that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Japanese drama BOSS now and it's realllyyy pissing me the way the videos are loadinggggggggg - just blogging to let them load firsttt....&lt;br /&gt;jhejhdsj hjs edfaster man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5183128501067361726?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5183128501067361726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5183128501067361726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5183128501067361726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5183128501067361726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-heres-new-post-like.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2501310534247643615</id><published>2011-10-26T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:03:38.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really this few days, I haven't even continues on my inspirational book, no inspirations, you see ): and some laziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's continue from the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ATC, when we come back to school, ON A SUNDAY, it was like 1 :30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr YAP has asked for volunteers for Mercy Relief and Mich and I decided to go for it even though it's like straight after camp. CIP hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyhow, Mr Yap gave us cab fares( he's damn nice) to go back home together with the people who live near each other and come to Orchard by 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ivy, Evelyn, Sze-G and I rushed home in a taxi, dropped Ivy at Chinese Garden and I at my house and it was already 1:50pm. So I rushed home, SHOWERED and got into school uniform and grabbed my phone which was low on battery and rushed to Chinese Garden to meet Ivy and wait for the other 2. And It was already 2:50. So we rushed to the Orchard place and then it was well, 3:20 if i'm not wrong. So we went to registered at Mercy Relief and collect our own donation tin and started our work. Mich and I positioned ourselves near each other. I stood in front of the StarBucks Cafe and she at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who don't know what's Mercy Relief, well, it's a kind of collecting donation to provide help to the people affected by floods in Thailand, Cambodia and the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was really embarrasing and quite an experience. Some people will just act like you're not there as you go, "Hello, would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said them a lot that day ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will just go "No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will go very awkwardly and smile awkwardly at you(I fall in this category) but just walk past. I promise not to be so awkward and scared of people ._. after this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there're a lot of Kind souls, Some will donate when you approach them, some will just come by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After for like 2 hours, My tin was getting quite a lot of coins and notes BD haha and then the workers from Starbucks called me and asked if I wanted cold water. I was like, .."Yesss pleaseee" :p haha. I mean tiring okay! And the ladies were like, donating $$ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then one of the ladies come out after a while and asked if I wanted a Drink from starbucks..and I was like O.O !! Free STARBUCKS!!! HAHA.. but for manners' sake, I just go no thanks. I could kick myself for it. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;And then at 6:30 we reported back and we're given caps yo BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Then Mr Yap treated us to Wendy's. ( He's damn nice, is he not?) It was real expensive :X And Wing Tim, Melvin, Mich and I stayed in one table and Mich and WT were really cracking sick jokes and - - and then we stayed for a while and then some people came to ask WT and Melvin to act in some roles for thise project making movie and they agreed. lol. and We walked around Orchard for a while and then came back by MRT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...............I just submitted by subject combinations and I took Triple science. haha. Hopefully it works. I can't wait to get out of Singapore, really._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm like totally slacking today and maybe going to Su's house later, we'll see :D after lunch ...haha.. okay people, Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2501310534247643615?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2501310534247643615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2501310534247643615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2501310534247643615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2501310534247643615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-another-one-im-really-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2701909785960228291</id><published>2011-10-24T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:31:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC</title><content type='html'>So let's see. It has been a long time since I updated this blog and I shall update once again. Obviously, it's all about ATC. For the sake of those who haven't gone through it yet, I will put it in the most horrible view, as one of a pessimist. Well, being a pessimist I am, don't blame me if it ain't as bad as I described. I mean, I'm a pessimist. Doh. And honestly, I did search for blogs about people experiences in ATC but well, all I can find is like some brief mentions and not the whole activities in detail. Maybe I'm a spoiler, but I hate to NOT KNOW what I'll go through, so for the sake of people like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-10-11 (First Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a Friday. Our school squad assembled in the foyer at 12 noon for the camp and the TOs did some admin stuffs and off the bus we go to the jetty. You know, the one to go to Palau Ubin. Yeah. The ride there was obviously gloomy, intensified by my pessimist view. It didn't help that our CI, Ho Ming, asked us to do cheers. Well, once a pessimist, always a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach there, we were told to be in groups of 11 and took the boat to the island. The boat I was in got stuck on a shore. That was one stupid thing but it was significantly adding to my pessimist views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the island, we got into groups of 9 and took the van to the camp site, Camp Resilience. It was funny how, as we entered the campsite, we came across residence halls with some value written on it , say "Loyalty". We went straight to the building "FAIRNESS" and it was there that we sat around waiting for the other schools. Ho Ming had already told us that we will reach there early as she was in charge of some logistics stuffs, and logistics stuffs we did!&lt;br /&gt;Count yourself lucky if your CI is not in change of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, after that the Nan Hua cadets arrived and befroe long, we were told to walked up the hill to collect the dry rations like Maggie Noddles and Mashtins for outdoor cooking. I thought it would be our last walk UP and down the HILL but it was not all. Looking back, I really suffered. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came back to the"FAIRNESS" (note the irony) carrying those stuffs and then we were told to go and collect the things needed for constructing tents. Pegs, Sheets, and Poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was down the corner and the place was the mosquitoes' favourite I presume. Already we were spammed with " Why are you walking?!" , "Have a sense of urgency!" "Do you have nothing to do?!" " Run fast!" I mean, wow, it isn't like we want to sleep in tents or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Yap, our TO got loads of mosquitoes bites just by walking to see us. Fancy people wearing shorts. I mean they're all red ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're doing all that, other schools started to arrive, like ACSI, River vally, Tanglin, Clementi Woods, Kent Ridge, etc...all those schools from Area 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we're done with them, we're told to fall in in the field in front of "FAIRNESS" acoording to gender after which we're told to get into groups of 5 and started building tents on the hill behind "FAIRNESS". The boys built it on a higher level of the hill while the girls on the lower level. but we still have to climb somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, guys, we're talking about building tents and on the hills. So obviously, the ground is pratically filled with grass, and insects, may I add, not to mention the almost-invisable-to-the eye drain in the girls' tentage area. They only have small concrete pavement on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started bringing our pegs and stuffs to the area and started building them. I have no knowledge of completing the entire whole tent. I was never interested in campcraft and it killed me. But if not for the lesson on one of the CCA days, some knots were still fresh in my mind and some idea on how to build them and stuffs. Note that I said SOME. Not all you see. I can't be bothered about something I'm not interested in. I mean, waste my time for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a piece of advice. At least know the basics. or some stuffs. And also, be prepared to unpeg and move your tents and REBUILD it just in case of LANDSLIDE or whichsoever unutterable crap the CIs give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so at first, I started building the tent with some of my school people and sadly, only my friend, Mich and I know some things about building it as I can see from the way they stand around and stuffs. And we were like quarter way through it when some of the New Town girls came to help us. Of course, I am grateful of the help that they rendered. But it seemed you need to be equipped with tolerance to proud hearts of their own which can be blamed on our own lack of knowledge in not knowing how to build a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, advice again? Make sure you know everything on campcraft and don't brat about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what they actually was heard by Mich saying was " Walao! What are these people doing man?!" when Mich was pegging. And what I heard was, "I can finish it way faster than her!" when Mich was tying the knots. Excuse me, but I am sure Mich can finish a Maths problem faster than you. What I meant is, everybody has weaknesses, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint going to live this down for 10 years at least. The time was running out fast (the CIs keep shouting) and we pegged wrongly so I WAS down there pegging my arse off when 2 bangla CIs came to my side, looked at me and go, " DON'T PEG IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO. YOU'LL HURT YOUR SPINE." I don't put captalised fonts for nothing. I mean excuse me, it's not like you're going to help me peg, neither are you my doctor. My spine already had problems but not like you care. And mind you, he kept on repeating that. So, hey, if you don't now how to peg correctly, don't peg in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around 630(Approx. there, I can't remember.) we were like told to stand beside our tents and then they carried out some inspection and spot errors and stuffs. After we've carried out the what they've told us to do, we were separated into tent groups (Which tent and the people you're sleeping with.) At maximum, there're six people in my tent group and 4 of them were from my school so I was lucky. But it's a good chance to make new friends, though not the only chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were told to go into the building "FAIRNESS" and sit according to our schools and were distributed cartered food. Our food has a lot of rice ..goodness, it's the first time having a lot of food in a camp! I can't believe it, because really, I can't finish it :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it varies according to your school I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember clearly about the sequence of the events but after dinner, the camp Ordinator introduced himself and the Co-ordinator. Well, I can say they're CIs from RV as RV is the school that's organising ATC for our camp. So there. AND THEN he talked about some expectations and then how our discipline is horrendous ..and bleh bleh bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a CI came and talk about some whistle command, like flag raising/falling sedia/senang diri whistle, firedrill whistle......bleh bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after this event that we were told to get into our groups. Not the tent groups but the groups. We have 9 groups in total and I was in group 7. Well, it was hard finding and falling in the group. I mean you have to find your group memebers and stuffs right?! Well, they didn't care. They just set a time and that's it, you've to fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...well, we were to fall in according to our gender, girls one line and boys one line in a group. We have like 6 girls and 12 boys in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the CIs taught us some cheers and we were told to sit in a squeezed position so the aroma of sweat ..well, you'll know it for yourself :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some CI cracked some jokes ..well, it's good that they cracked jokes despite the fact that "sadist" is written all over their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy session of torturous cheers was succeeded by a group interaction..or vice versa.. I can't rememeber which is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, our CI is this nice guy from RV and he's really nice. I never saw him shout at anyone unnecessarily like all the other CIs did. He was over nice, to such an extent that he reached the level of an emo. Well, he barely talked. LOLS. Whatever the case, he was the nicest.( I have a feeling he's an anti-social though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after some group interaction, which was awkward because our CI, Sir Wee Teck, is really QUIET. Well, I tried not to be awkward. :X And Charmian, who's in the same group as me and is from my school and really QUIET....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're told to get back into the mass assembly and report at 6:15am the next day. We're given some wash up time and I think they really don't bathe because with the time they give, no body, no the whole assembly could have bathed! Well, Charmian and I didn't. We just crashed in the tent and there provided some flesh and blood for mosquitoes and sandflies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Being INSECT repellents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the people in the tent WOKE up untra EARLY and Charmian has already sat up so I felt real bad and was obliged to wake up. Poor me. It was only 5+. So we went down the hill and to the washroom to wash our faces and brush our teeth and came back to the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hate wearing socks you see, and I thought we would have time to wear sock and shoes and go to the field before 6 :15am, so I only slipped on my shoes (They ONLY allow slippers in the toilet) and when I came back, 2 long whistles emerged- a fire drill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really stupid okay. If there was a fire, I would have run out of the camp site please. I wouldn't bother assembling. Anyhow, some people were still sleeping and so we took like 8 minutes plus to assemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIs scolded us- a norm. It seemed that we didn't shout "FIRE! FIRE!" as we come down to alert others of it. It's really horrendous that they disurb our sleep okay- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have to do the fire drill again.. So we went back to our tents and then I have some time to put on my socks and shoes..phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we have Morning PT. Yes, Physical Training. Strictly speaking, it was fun, laying on the ground and all, so fun you won't even notice my sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did like a lot of Push Ups. I can't keep count because the CI- Sir Raymeo guy- has some mathematical disrangement in his brains after O levels and it seemed things starts from 0. Also, we have to restart the countings when our counting volume decreases. It was fun enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a water parade. You know.. all of us will go YAMMMMMMM and SENG and drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we collect our food rations for the day. There were a lot of stuffs inside, surprisingly. There were 2 army food packets , 2 packets of biscuits, an energy bar, some istonic stuffs you put in water, Horlicks sweets, 2 Milo packets and jelly in each ration packet. Each group were also given A box of Maggie noodles and yeah, outdoor cooking stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was assigned to eat on the road and it was real funny because halfway eating, a van came up and we were told to clear up the way, thereby clearing the mess in the middle of the road and while we're done doing so, the van turned and went the other way.. - - REALLY ?!? Is this all PLANNED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I only had biscuits and water for breakfast because I'm too lazy to cook Milo - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we're told we return the boxes and our ration packs got mixed ..and then assembled int he filed again and was briefed on the day's activities. Our group first activity was Land Expedition so we were told to change into our long sleeve white t shirt and then there, you have the weirdest people ever. I wore my school PE(it's white) over because it's kind of translucent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine wearing double with black track pants, carrying 1.5l water and then walking..7 freaking km, under the scorching heat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really exhausting. At first Charmian and I managed to talk but when we returned, we barely uttered a word. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Kayaking. Dark coloured T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go Kayaking to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time, which was last year, I went to the beach and swam in seawater, red spots on my legs and arms appeared and and it didn't go away until like 5 months later:X it was horrible because sometimes, it changed to brown.*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just said I have allergics to seawater. And sat there with Melvin, who "injured" his wrist and Elsie who has "headache" lols. It was funny and after a while Ho Ming came and had a little chit chat with us because they finished Kayaking and then we have to help keep the kayaks and stuffs. Melvin was like, " Since when did we become the lap dogs?" Hais, since we joined NP, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Lunch and we have to collect the stuffs again and I lost my ration pack (turn out a guy in my group took it wrongly) And I just ate the really disturbingly gross army food pack, of biased pork and mushroom rice.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you're hungry, everything goes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we walked up the hill for low rope elements and during one of the sessions, my trackpants came off thanks to that ropes. goodness me, It's a good thing I wore school shorts underneath (Did I mention it adds to the heat during land ex?) .. but it was really dry until we went for the maze, which we halfway abandoned because the CIs changed their minds since we don't have time, and let us rock climb. But I really wanted to do the maze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quite an interesting rock climbing session, we have group interaction and it was REAL dry, mind you. Sir WT let us play this game "Werewolf" without the witchdoctor and all, and for the final round, I survived as the werewolf, I rock!! HAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like, " woah,POKER FACE sia.." I ROCK! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have to come up with a group cheer, I hate those stuffs, really - - camp would be so much better without them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since our group name is Tom Yam (because we have to choose it based on traditional food) we have to do something with it.. But I would really love a Tom Yam at that point of time.. YUMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't have time as dinner and wash up was next(though I didn't, of course), and we waited for the whole group before collecting our food rations. I was really surprised that the boys cared to bathe. I thought it would be vice versa.. Anyhow, I feel real dirty, looking back. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they came back we ate and they cook Maggie noodles but I ate the packet food again x_x.. and then Charmian wanted Maggie noodles so we waited for some fire and Wei En helped us to cook, thanks for the kind souls in our group. It was real last minute and we only has 10 minutes before we have to return everything. If you ask me, a waste of food._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we started walking up and down the hill in groups to the STC campsite for the campfire and it wasn't really that fun. Infact, I was dozing off at the last part - - but Sec 3s were really enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we came back down and we have a little group debrief and since Sir WT was really quiet, he seemed not to know what to talk about after some mentions about what do we learn in this camp and stuffs.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the camp Ordinator came and talked to us asked us what we thought about Sir WT (he went away) and we all give back positive comments. I think he's a really nice sir who is not a shitty cadet inspector who shouts and shouts at everything, say, almost all the cadet inspectors do that. Not those kinds, you know. He treated us like real human beings and not animals.&lt;br /&gt;He taught us in a better way and not with some shoutings. Seriously, do they think shoutings help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have a mass debrief and the camp ord. goes on and on until we answered some questions and we were told to report at 625 am before we went off the sleep (and wash up for some). It was really amazing, the moment I laid my head on the ground, I fell asleep. The activites were really that bad, sleeping even in the insect infested ground was paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!!!!!! The day I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! But it seemed, those sirs and mams stil haven't had enough fun with us yet...because..during the morning PT, we were spared push ups and sit ups but were made to run, I emphasized, TO RUN, around the campsite, which was unfortunately, made up of HILLS. The sir Raymeo creature, was the one the lead us and I heard, Ivy said that he barely sweat during running and he wanted to made us run out of the camp site but the gates were closed , fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people can't take it and were lagged behind and they started walking fo the Raymeo wasn't satisfied, and started saying that if he sees anyone walking or leaving a gap with people in front of them again, he will make us run again. But we weren't spared the second round. It was HELL. As if running of flat grounds ain't enough. Up the hill was the WORST. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was thie idea of "FUN." Oh, yes, I had FUN. - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!~#!@$#%$#^$%&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;*(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;%*^*^%#&amp;amp;$#%##@$@%$#^$%&amp;amp;%^* &amp;amp;*&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;(^&amp;amp;*%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&amp;amp;%*^*^%#&amp;amp;$#%##@$@%$#^$%&amp;amp;%^* &amp;amp;*&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;(^&amp;amp;*%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have some cooling excercises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, breakfast during which I ATE milo because I was too lazy to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we're given 10 minutes to unpitch our tents and bring them down to the field in sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we had area cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was lucky we didn't get the toilet. We get the canteen, which was actually not really used by us, but the CIs. But they're still dirty so we have to clear up stuffs anyway and our group finished cleaning real early and our CI told us we did a pretty good job, I told you he's nice, AND SO, we have to started helping the other group, the one cleaning the tent sheets. It was tedious, the sheets were like, filled with powder XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so Charmian and me paired up and got to work and it was really long before we finished everything but we did.. and then.. we waited very long and long and long and long and real long before we took our bags and proceed to STC campsite to GO BACK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, our groups cheers for Sir WT, I mean, he really deserves it :D (Mind you, the CI of group 6 is like, an agent of devil. More than once, while doing row calls, he KEPT shouting at his group., he was terrible) Anyhow, we cheered for like 4 times, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at the STC camp site, we get into our schools and then wait and wait wand wait every long before Mam Ho Ming came to us and then our TOs. and we took pictures and FINALLY, we got into the van to leave. I WAS SO ENTHUSIASTIC. HAHAHA. MIND YOU. I was really enthu about going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach Singapore, we waited at the jetty place and when we're finally allowed to buy ice cream while waiting for others, Mich and I have 2 ice creams each, lols. It was heaven. NO MORE SHITTY FOOD! :D It was the end of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I SURVIVED ATC. PEOPLE, I CAME BACK ALIVE AND IN ONE PIECE ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well,, badly sunburnt with my legs not having a glimpse of sunlight for 3 days ...NOT AT ALL, but I am back yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me if I omit some details, which I think I did. Honestly, I can write a book about it, but right now it's 1:30am and I have school tomorrow. My eyelids are also getting heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! I shall continue, if I can , tomorrow about the Mercy Relief straight after camp tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2701909785960228291?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2701909785960228291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2701909785960228291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2701909785960228291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2701909785960228291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/10/atc.html' title='ATC'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3771347235438606379</id><published>2011-10-18T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:37:45.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awkward. Because I have been PMS-ing ._. It all make sense now - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing again.. because well, I want to pass my time like it, I mean, I didn't borrow enough books ): Just read Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie.. well, I admit It was nice.. I mean I love all dective and stuffs, you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sherlock Holmes still rules- don't ask me why, maybe because he's way more muscular, "so excessively lean that he seemed considerably taller" , "thin, hawk-like nose that marked the man of determination"(Hey! I memorised them! :P) while well, the Belgian dectative seems to be...er..short.. and fat ? (Excuse my rudeness, por favor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's also how the author put the character.. like the way they solved things,, you know, Holmes appealed much more :P so British and all... while Poirot kind of keep saying French or well, other languages, which I don't understand XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes has got more case in any case :P and interesting ones .. haha I'm so baised !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta read Sherock Holmes all over again man, never get tired of it.HAHAHA. I'm crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams are like over and I WAS going to feel as free as a bird.. but there's still school and CCA ): Screw my life, does the MOE ever thought about our EDUCATION? I mean, goodness, the students doesn't even have time to spend time with their families thanks to after-school activites which are exxagerated- way exxagerated upon. Seriously. It's draining and robbing my soul of happiness..like if ever I commit suicide(God forbid) CCA would be the cause, I PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ATC is near.. and I feel suicidal - - okay to put it in a better way, maybe I should passed out for 7 days._. there, I have a nice excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREWW NP!!!! AND ATC !!!!!!!!!!! it.is.killing.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to like ,, get out of Singapore man, as long as there's no more CCA that's fine. (Let's start saving $$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of $$, I'm gonna burn a hole in my wallet again today... BUFFET! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! HAHA.. Buffet with KerJAMM.. well, minus HT because she said she can't eat and all ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, my cousin is talking and well, thing is he knows how to whine already.. you know ..and is sitting beside me right now :D okay people, gotta go. Adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3771347235438606379?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3771347235438606379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3771347235438606379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3771347235438606379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3771347235438606379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/10/awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1715538576188586747</id><published>2011-10-12T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:03:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope we'll stay the same together forever. But I know it's bound to change. You're bound of let others in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1715538576188586747?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1715538576188586747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1715538576188586747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1715538576188586747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1715538576188586747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hope-well-stay-same-together-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1260443887921891931</id><published>2011-09-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:53:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sie kennen dieses Gefühl, wenn du traurig und hoffnungslos sind? Dieses Gefühl erleben Sie, weil jemand Sie sind in der Nähe driftet weg von Ihnen? Und irgendwie fühlt man sich wie einen Freund verlieren werden? Und Bäume, wenn sie mit euch sind, werden sie plötzlich so wieder zu schließen und alle Ihre Traurigkeit ist weg, bis sie wieder verschwunden sind. Ja, dieses Gefühl. Und, um es hinzuzufügen, stellen Ihnen diese wurden für ein paar Mal in Ihrem Leben behandelt. So können Sie nicht tun und würde nichts tun, aber lassen Sie es schmerzlich, aber in deinem Herzen zu gehen, Sie wollen immer noch, dass diese Person mögen, was Sie benutzt wieder sein. Aber natürlich haben sie schon auf, fand neue Nähe Menschen bewegt und dann sind Sie zurück auf Feld eins. Dieses Gefühl, wenn Sie auf, wenn Sie gewählt haben, damit die Mauern und das Vertrauen anderer fühlen sich betrogen. Das Gefühl, saugt. Noch schlimmer ist, dass die Person nicht Schatz, den du so viel, wie Sie sie schätzen. Sie können es sehen. Und Sie wissen es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, bye bye ~ Miss American Pie~ Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,,then good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this will be the day that I die.~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WEEE!! It's Don McLean yo ! :p Anyhow people, Karate is over and woots! Party! :D I still think Silat is the best :D i STILL REMEMBER SOME KICKING AND DEFENSE MOVES..! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha Promotion test is like over, like some part of it.. because we have no time for the theory test... oppsiee.. but there's no hope of Promotion anyway since Sir Bili said very few people will be promoted to Sergeant.. I mean,, GAH! so much for memorising commands and getting the right leg.. - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, today, I did CSSP project and get NYAA booklet signed.. with Mich until 5 :S so late. then we went around clementi mall to find some nail stuffs for my Lit Project.. and ended up buying nothing cuz I was to stingy.. and it was already 6! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I realised I have to watch JOHNNY ENGLISH REBORN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I rushed home like mad and phewww.. my aunt ain't out yet.. glad eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole movie was full of dope scenes and epicness ! I mean dang! I haven't seen Johnny English since the first one! Believe me, it's as great as the first one! The whole cinema was filled with laughter lol! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haish.. I love comedy, esp Rowan Atkinston(pardon me for the wrong spelling) at that :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT YOU GOTTA WATCH IT. SERIOUSLY. When you combine Detective and Comedy, that's wot you get ! My favourite genres ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my bald sister is being such an ass now. haha XD but wotever. Johnny English still rules ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1260443887921891931?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1260443887921891931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1260443887921891931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1260443887921891931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1260443887921891931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/sie-kennen-dieses-gefuhl-wenn-du.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3133284079625157954</id><published>2011-09-11T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:46:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So let's talk about yesterday first. yay yay yay yay! - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was CCA and we were to report in half u so I meet Mich at like 7, so that we have enough time to change.. my .. that was unhumanly EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we assembled behind the classroom blocks and went into separate groups, thankfully Mich was with me.. phew ! I can't survive without her XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we did C and C, control and command in preparation for the coming promotion test. HAHA.My. It was epicly funny. But then we have to march around the commands like puppets. and when it was my turn, after about 2 hours, I totally forgot commands. Like seriously, I wanted to do the sizing command cuz it buys time but since it was so long, I forgot some part of it. And was laughing as I said it because the squad was smiling - - cuz I forgot the command. Period. Seniors were like, "Be serious." - - How do I be serious when they're laughing lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through it somehow .. and oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we did Rifle drills and wooo! it rocked! though it sucks.. I wanna do fancy drills.. OH YEAH !! Actually no, I don't think I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we played some games, like Musical chair and Me and Jun han were the last two left .. (OOOHH YEAHH!) it was under the hot sun at the basketball court and was like 11 am. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Jun Han won - - pffft... so much for shouting "I LOVE NPCC!" and " I LOVE ZUHAIR!" which the sir told us to do while hugging the pillars ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all about it. Debrief took forever thanks to Mr Yap yapping about Promotion Test and bleh bleh bleh.. He repeated it like 100000x1000 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking very much forward to the test through, like I forgot campcraft and all. opps. Bye to Sergaent rank x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole week, NP took them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on Monday, there's Karate until like 6, and Tuesday and Thursday too.. and then Wednesday will be the promotion test.. and HOPEFULLY, they cancelled CCA on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like so ticked by that - - wot about my Finaicial game workshop? I missed once already.. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, I went to church and came home fast to do homework BD Talked with Naw Blessing for a while (: I seriously need sharing sessions . Like, she's the one ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my DNT. chose the easiest one.. I hope it work pratically through.. i chose it because it was easy to draw.. :X at least I finished my dnt report ! Oh well! Now I'm left with Maths and Music.. pfft..&lt;br /&gt;gotta dine now ! Byes !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3133284079625157954?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3133284079625157954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3133284079625157954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3133284079625157954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3133284079625157954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-lets-talk-about-yesterday-first.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3056715035511314476</id><published>2011-09-10T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:00:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You only come to me when you're not happy with others, and leave me while you are. So sad, because I have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, No , I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3056715035511314476?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3056715035511314476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3056715035511314476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3056715035511314476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3056715035511314476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-only-come-to-me-when-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6050969532685860637</id><published>2011-09-09T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:54:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m994LXyLsY/Tmnh4n4areI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JYYWFkunC9w/s1600/tumblr_lqi016KK8X1qmulqjo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650295570407534050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m994LXyLsY/Tmnh4n4areI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JYYWFkunC9w/s320/tumblr_lqi016KK8X1qmulqjo1_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"These time of last year, those days..we're talking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Boy, do I miss them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7261766529007591098-6050969532685860637?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6050969532685860637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6050969532685860637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6050969532685860637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6050969532685860637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-time-of-last-year-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m994LXyLsY/Tmnh4n4areI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JYYWFkunC9w/s72-c/tumblr_lqi016KK8X1qmulqjo1_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5295194537138312958</id><published>2011-09-09T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:45:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah, here I am again :D Back to blogging, Oohh yeah.. So went for UG cluster amazng race for NCC and NPCC today.. PFFT. it was so..- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Mich and me are in the same group, which is a good thing, it's kind of bad for the group lol. But hey, WING Tim was there too -.- aND he's the group leader.. so you can't blame us. Ran around Marina Bay like mad.. ! And to find the last station.. We went to Esplanade, City hall mrt and Take to Promenade.. like wot the shiiiitt? -.- WHo suggested this !? So yeah.. Reached school like 1h+ plus late.. and it sucks.. Opps.AND there's trainign tomorrow in Half U .. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so early in the morning. I bet they're making us do Rifle drills. which sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that I haven't revised my Physics. And haven't done my DnT assignment.. I'm so screeeewwwedddd..I mean I have done the research and everything.. but stuck at the .. erm.. Sketching point. I can't DRAW to SAVE my life! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmeone. HELP. -.-Have been watching the documentary of "Jack the Ripper". My, wot a mystery. And scary. And then from that vidoes, It leads me to ducumentaries of Vlad the Impaler, Bloody Mary Tudor, Countess Dracula (Elizabeth Bathory), etc.. who tortures loads of people in their times like .. mad. It.was.scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started watching the Queen Pharoah Hepshuchet or something like that - - And then serial killers.. man, i'm more and more into violent and sadist stuffs O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having the time of my life. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If I become ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5295194537138312958?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5295194537138312958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5295194537138312958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5295194537138312958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5295194537138312958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-yeah-here-i-am-again-d-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8377030342845878137</id><published>2011-09-03T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:01:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Er.. so .. I haven't been writing a lot here D: Let's just say I'm too lazy to type stuffs out. But I'll do it again, hopefully, and SUP... my computer has been hacked by this Indian that called me. GAH. LIKE He can fck himself upside down man! I was so scared for my little babyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.. I'm in love with an cyborg ~ wooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.. There's a new video of Ben from his tour in the US .. and boy! He become a blondeeee.. LOL. but still as cute and adorable and charming and handsome and good-looking and cute and charming and....etc as ever BD though his voice become deeper.. NOOOO!! i mean.. wot if he is out of Libera and I can't stalk him anymore? :O !! My life would be MISERABLEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Ben is so dashingggggg :DDDDDD AND YES, I'M CRAZY about him.. HAHA... mind you, I'm going to London someday :P just for the proposing .. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now come the realistic stuff, EOY is coming..and I'm not panicking.. (like seriously?) I need to panick. man. I JUST NEED TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHH........ LIFE is just so.......complicated. lol. anyhow, With Ben on youtube, everything should be okay XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MIND YOU. I heard about this Illuminati thingy. They're as scary as .......(insert word) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myyy... I'm so glad, I'm with God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8377030342845878137?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8377030342845878137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8377030342845878137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8377030342845878137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8377030342845878137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/09/er.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1499749456305403958</id><published>2011-06-22T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:55:45.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hopelessness. That I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1499749456305403958?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1499749456305403958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1499749456305403958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1499749456305403958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1499749456305403958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/hopelessness.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7986738929696469580</id><published>2011-06-20T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:26:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wondered if she had gotten over you. I don't know. She said she had had enough of you because there're many lining up for you. My eyes widened in curiosity, in mere jealousy. "Who?" I asked,"I never heard anything about it." She leaned closer to my ears and whispered those names that would blind me from you for eternity. "So sad," I muttered, a little part of me, died. "Huh?" she raised her brows. "Oh, nothing, it's sad, isn't it?" Yes, sad for me because I can't stand a chance, not even a little one against any of them. They were way too much. Never had my self-esteem gone too low. There was no chance for me. All the coincidences, the talks, the call, the looks, and the dreamy way in which you worked with your eyes. They all make sense now. They were definitely not meant to me. And I thought that feeling came back with your eyes, and mine, fly across each other. And when the breeze came, I looked at it and felt the wind brushed across my cheeks, you did the same. But all were my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance. Not that I'm looking for one. Me and my childish fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone told me to accept my fate. But how could I? I tried so hard to get the place. If I HAD known, I need not had tried that hard, I would have done so. Now, don't tell me I have to accept my fate. No such thing. I will not give up until I have done everything in my power to get my goal, for I cried the whole night for nothing while people keep telling me things about fate, for I have every rightful alibi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just you watch. I will fight through the unjust treatment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I dont succeed, well, then I will just accept it. Because the world is unjust to foreigners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7986738929696469580?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7986738929696469580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7986738929696469580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7986738929696469580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7986738929696469580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wondered-if-she-had-gotten-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-427868035000084517</id><published>2011-06-18T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:32:48.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, So I'm in a much calmer mood, so I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. I did Spring Cleaning for the whole evening. And I am only going to say this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shiznit yesterday still hadn't got out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;But I WILL blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Let's see. I woke up like in a very unhumanly hour because the wind was blowing so hard and the curtain oh gosh, the way it blows! It was so cool to watch in your sleepy stupor. But wotever, yeah. And it was so windy! :D Save Electricity! Save the Earth! Woohooo!! I love to sleep in the windiness and not really rainy ; because too strong a rain obliged me to close the windows and thus , sleep in stuffiness of the room all thanks to my Greeness. Hey! I'm enviromental friendly BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the way the curtain was blowing.. it was mind blowing. And I don't feel like getting up to tie up the curtain to ease away the scariness LOL. You see, Right beside my bed is a mirror. Hehe. And mirrors are creepy at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOw.. I love the strong wind as it blows across my face now .. I love this weather :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... yeah and then I fell asleep again and woke up late ! Because I have a bible study you see.. And I hadn't done the questions yet and I have exactly 40 mins to get ready everything and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,.. I did =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then.. after the thing, I met Naw Blessing and mentor treat us to Subway Sandwich and now I'm full =X and blogging down here.. and in a while I would be going to Sheng Siong for some of my DIY projects and bleh bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't dare to write a lot now, Thanks to this &lt;s&gt;shitty&lt;/s&gt; blogger. Still angry ! :@ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-427868035000084517?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/427868035000084517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=427868035000084517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/427868035000084517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/427868035000084517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-so-im-in-much-calmer-mood-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6040395272208049050</id><published>2011-06-17T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:01:46.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/6/11</title><content type='html'>I was really organised for ONE freaking day ! Haha . I mean c'mon, I did some financial planning today, did the to-do list and actually fulfilled ..well, half of them XP&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I didn't know wot come over me today..after last night really a time.. like seriously (tell me wot's wrong with my hormones!) and slept switching off my phone(with an intention to cut off all communications) not that anyone text me anyway ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- AND I AM NOT REWRITING THE REST OF THE POST THAT GET UNSAVED THANKS TO BLOGGER. THANKS A LOT. IF I COULD I WOULD SAY &lt;s&gt;FUCK&lt;/s&gt; YOU BLOGGER. BUT I CAN'T SO WELL, BLOGGER, YOU SUCKS ! GRRRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6040395272208049050?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6040395272208049050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6040395272208049050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6040395272208049050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6040395272208049050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/17611.html' title='17/6/11'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-9076955666203360978</id><published>2011-06-17T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:22:36.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-oh-my, You're my Best Friend, I'll scream it to the nothingness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it seems like my dreams are so far, Sing to me all the plans that you have for me over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home, Let me come home, Home is whenever I'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-9076955666203360978?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/9076955666203360978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=9076955666203360978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9076955666203360978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9076955666203360978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-oh-my-youre-my-best-friend-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7880658349258475819</id><published>2011-06-14T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:52:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0nZzJ-Aowc/Tfd1pzHgBjI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cgHGA5u0bIg/s1600/tumblr_ll017xgJwT1qd0uiio1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618088421124736562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0nZzJ-Aowc/Tfd1pzHgBjI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cgHGA5u0bIg/s320/tumblr_ll017xgJwT1qd0uiio1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A walk to remember ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7880658349258475819?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7880658349258475819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7880658349258475819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7880658349258475819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7880658349258475819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/walk-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0nZzJ-Aowc/Tfd1pzHgBjI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cgHGA5u0bIg/s72-c/tumblr_ll017xgJwT1qd0uiio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8091063505453800115</id><published>2011-06-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:46:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="318" height="268" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YGp4N1uTkTY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Liar Game!!! Akiyama-san (Matsuda Shota) is soo good looking !! I totally MELTED .. ARGHH.. I watched this like so long ago.. but I still melted.. and LIKE THIS SHOWW!!! YAYY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8091063505453800115?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8091063505453800115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8091063505453800115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8091063505453800115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8091063505453800115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-game-akiyama-san-matsuda-shota-is.html' 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title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9sfknBJlmoo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2777388972750991194</id><published>2011-06-14T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:47:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="318" height="268" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OEhRucEVzH8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2777388972750991194?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2777388972750991194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2777388972750991194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2777388972750991194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2777388972750991194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OEhRucEVzH8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-9185859213482670009</id><published>2011-06-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:22:01.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/holding" target="_blank" o="'1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t113/cutechevygurl88/holding-hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold my hand; Never let go.&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/7261766529007591098-9185859213482670009?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/9185859213482670009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=9185859213482670009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9185859213482670009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9185859213482670009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/hold-my-hand-never-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5520606866611990159</id><published>2011-06-14T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:17:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay So I WAS supposed to go to A Youth outing by Church today but MY FATHER had to tell me again that he is going today so I decided against it and slept late and then he tell me "TOMORROW" ,, BOY, I WAS SO PISSED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my outing !!#@!$#@$#@$@#$!$!%#$%$ ! And so I just rot at home the whole day watching Shane Dawson's videos and chilling and blogging for 3 posts and Tumblr-ing and waiting for Chrissy. LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5520606866611990159?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5520606866611990159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5520606866611990159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5520606866611990159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5520606866611990159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-so-i-was-supposed-to-go-to-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5348180681768634761</id><published>2011-06-14T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:19:07.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Arise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camp Arise 2011..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the most positive comment I could say for a camp you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camps have leave a very bad impressions for me..P5 camp, CCA camp, level camp..all bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except Church Camps where it's the most luxurising (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANyhow, we started off with groupings and we're separated off into Senior (Upper sec) and Junior(LS) So then sub divided into little groups and my group was Junior group one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Muzz was our group leader and Kenny Chau was in my group. Wot luck? and Parames too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah.. then we started off with photographs.. Like they took a picture of us, one by one. and then some group stuffs like decorating the flag, making some group cheer and group name, which is by the way "Like a G8" since there're 8 people in our group excluding the faci from Trybe, whose name happen to be Keith( my sister's primary one crush, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyhow, after that we decided to play a game and the first game was like Minesweeper, and the leader has to guide us through the game while we're all blindfolded. We retried and retried until we got a better timing since we're not told to go to the next station yet. And Amelia joined in and our group become "Like a G8 plus 1".. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next was Volcano Eruption or something. Well, we did that pretty well as well.. and then next was straw hut. Well, you see, we need to build a tower using straws and only one of us is able bodied, which means, we all had disabilities..and my disability is "CANNOT use BOTH hands" so I just sat there and watched them build though I thought they're building it a bit too like...the base is not stable ...and I had an idea but then you know, my nature is just to keep quiet because I'm scared of speaking up lol. In the end, our tower is a total fail :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then after that we have a workshop in the AVA room (shiok) and it was about the DISC styles. Let me explain, it's damn cool, and it's damn true..like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"DISC is a quadrant behavioural model based on the work of Dr. William Morstan wot examine the behaviour of individuals in their enviroment or within a specific situation. It therefore focuses in the styles and preferences of such behaviour."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;Dominance&lt;/strong&gt;: People who score high in the intensity of the "D" styles factor are very active in dealing with problems and challenges, while low "D" scores are people who want to do more research before committing to a decision. High "D" people are described as demanding, forceful, egocentric, strong willed, driving, determined, ambitious, aggressive, and pioneering. Low D scores describe those who are conservative, low keyed, cooperative, calculating, undemanding, cautious, mild, agreeable, modest and peaceful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Influence&lt;/strong&gt;: People with high "I" scores influence others through talking and activity and tend to be emotional. They are described as convincing, magnetic, political, enthusiastic, persuasive, warm, demonstrative, trusting, and optimistic. Those with low "I" scores influence more by data and facts, and not with feelings. They are described as reflective, factual, calculating, skeptical, logical, suspicious, matter of fact, pessimistic, and critical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;Steadiness:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People with high "S" styles scores want a steady pace, security, and do not like sudden change. High "S" individuals are calm, relaxed, patient, possessive, predictable, deliberate, stable, consistent, and tend to be unemotional and poker faced. Low "S" intensity scores are those who like change and variety. People with low "S" scores are described as restless, demonstrative, impatient, eager, or even impulsive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;Conscientious&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People with high "C" styles adhere to rules, regulations, and structure. They like to do quality work and do it right the first time. High "C" people are careful, cautious, exacting, neat, systematic, diplomatic, accurate, and tactful. Those with low "C" scores challenge the rules and want independence and are described as self-willed, stubborn, opinionated, unsystematic, arbitrary, and unconcerned with details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah, they made us answer some questions and calculate stuffs and guess wot? I'm a S and a C based on the calculations which is why I highlighted them XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But that's ony if you answer the questions like .. put your heart into it and all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So My lowest is I followed by D...scoring 19/40 for D and 18/40 for I..&lt;br /&gt;With 33/40 for S and 30/40 for C..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the way they describes it, oh gosh, It's like I'm a HIGH S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The description is just so true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they said some more in the camp file..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goal : Stability/ Security&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Motivation :Cooperation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fears : Change/ Uncertainty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Under pressure : overly willing to give in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tends to be : supportive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know you're a high S person when..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. You're happy to have a routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. You're so patient you'll listen to a person talak even if it's a wrong number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. You may not have many friends but you have close buddies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. You're loyal, you stick by your friend through thick and thin. (A bit too much, really :L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Even if you're right, you'll give in to avoid arguments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Talk about Psychology! It's like damn true :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I won't elaborate further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So after the workshop, there's dinner and the dinner was.... AWESOOMEEE !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean C'mon , when do you ever had a candle light dinner in a freaking school camp? And Ice cream as deserts ! I had a second helping 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then they acted like waiters and all.. and when we're back into the AVA room, we found that it was for a demonstration.. for us to prepare Lunch for the next group the next day.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we started on the project and though Amelia and Muzz did all the budgets and stuffs, they still assigned Wan Lin and I for decorationg and our theme is "Picnic" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So the next day, we're all busy ..and stuffs and finally! Lunch time began!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're served by another group and they served us "Spring Chicken with fries and baked beans and root beer" lols with cookies as deserts. hehe I was so full! It was half a chicken mind you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then after that.. we have some workshops and break and dinner and then played MRT before the MOAT challenge at 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The challenge was .. TOTAL SHIT, though it really test the team work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, they let ALL the campers as a team to cross the moat! -.- And I was so frustrated after some time that I just sit at the back and complained to Amalia and after long, I can't even talk. I was too vexed like seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and we finished the challenge only after 3 HOURS ! So we finished at 11....oh the JOY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we didn't give up .. so yeah .. and I just slept that day after talking to Yi Rui before sleeping ..lols..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the next day.. was yayy!! I mean the final day ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we have some farewells and presentations of certificates and all that.. (with our picture on it) and group photos and it took so long! They keep explaining about the awards for the campers (I dozed offfff) ...and zzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzz.. and finallyy !!!!!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to Yi rui with Mich after that since Mich texted me and to meet at Mac and we shopped for presents and they took SUCH a long time ! x_x I was thinking I could go home and sleep and all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when I did, I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like really did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean I went home and used com for a while and slept at around 7 pm ..and woke up at 3pm the next day. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lols. okay that's pretty much about it. Byes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S :Woo!! it's long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5348180681768634761?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5348180681768634761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5348180681768634761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5348180681768634761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5348180681768634761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/camp-arise.html' title='Camp Arise'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2373249297308155130</id><published>2011-06-14T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:17:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trio.</title><content type='html'>Okay this is probably gonna be a short one. Because I'm only going to talk about this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, Juice and I planned to gatecrash HT's house. But my dad had to tell me that we're going to the embassy to retrieve my new passport. And cancelled it the last minute because he want to sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was quite last minute. And when Juice and I got to HT's house, she was not at home.. LIKE WOT THE FREAK. And coming bac home at like 2 hours later. We bought Tom Yum noodles and stuffs but seemed like we have to eat so we ate at the void deck there after going back to 7 eleven to get hot water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're like eat for a long time ! And we ate for 45 mins ! Yayy!! that's a lot okay, considering I can finish off the small cup of noodles in 5 minutes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we talked while we ate, so it was not a very meaningless one. Juice is the perfect person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about God, unbelievers and Christians by name. It's quite disturbing, really. It's like so close, yet so far. And then after some talking, my bladder can't take it anymore so Juice lead me to the coffee shop and there...the toilet was HORRIBLE...but when it's urgent...well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyhow, after that HT came in a cab so we saw her coming but she didn't see us ==" And we wanted to surprise her and rushed to the lift but too late thought her expression is priceless at seeing us .. like o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to her house and though we thought of somewhere to go, decided against it as there's no place to study... (food is tempting, mind you, and HT had to do her maths homework)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! my Valentine wrote her book! BD So it was good. And after a series of giving presents to Juice for her birthday, we went into her room and did her homework......and after that, started talking.. and stalking ..and drawing..and taking pictures..(it's up there on her wall! BD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Juice is a good interior designer ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, and Valentine cooked Noodles for us !! (yayyy!!) It was delicious ;) Thank you valentine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though her lil sis was quite scared of us XD haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Her bad was cosyy.. ahhhh..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so ....the leaving part was so epic because it was so abrupt. I was on her bed and they were on the floor gathering up stuffs..and all and suddenly HT went like, "My teacher is coming!" and started gathering all the papers and rushed like mad..and I was like O.O "WAITT!I havent come down yet!" and started clambering down the ladder..just in time .. and then we leave after that.. lols.. That's pretty much it.. It was fun :P I love you all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2373249297308155130?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2373249297308155130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2373249297308155130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2373249297308155130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2373249297308155130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/trio.html' title='trio.'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6794236025184088189</id><published>2011-06-06T22:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:24:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/holding" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z339/happywithin/holding%20hands/missyoubear.jpg" width="251" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy, you always have to capture my eyes, don't you! &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/7261766529007591098-6794236025184088189?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6794236025184088189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6794236025184088189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6794236025184088189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6794236025184088189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/boy-you-always-have-to-capture-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z339/happywithin/holding%20hands/th_missyoubear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5671685675435126185</id><published>2011-06-06T22:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:24:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do you know about me? You don't even know who I am. I mean as in physically. You don't even know about my race. You don't even know where I come from. And you say you're my friend. Erm..misunderstanding? But hold on, you don't care isn't it? All you want is MORE friends. If you want to collect so much friends, you might as well collect them efficiiently. ALl you know is how to get people's attention; how to get your name on people's talk list; how to gather more boys; how to.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's enough. You're not the only one anyway. So no worries, dearie. But it's okay. I just want you to know that it's okay to do it to me. No, don't blame yourself, that ain't gonna change you. No. Just continue as you are. I was never visible to you anyway., No? So I just live with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5671685675435126185?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5671685675435126185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5671685675435126185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5671685675435126185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5671685675435126185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-know-about-me-you-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-934272027792370679</id><published>2011-06-06T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:22:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/kung" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 410px" border="0" src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j393/smartmoviez/Kung%20Fu%20Panda%202_2011/kung_fu_panda_2_poster_04.jpg" width="297" height="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yessss.......I watched Kung Fu Panda 2 with Gran :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/kung" target="_blank" o="'7"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 333px" border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii193/waterbendinggurl/1280x1024_kung_fu_panda_movie.jpg" width="418" height="614" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's right, the 3D version, thought there aint much difference.. The best in 3D was when I watch "The Christmas Carol" It was totally dope. ANyhow, it's still funny..And though he ain't featured much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/kung" target="_blank" o="'5"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 292px" border="0" src="http://i817.photobucket.com/albums/zz95/mcjarubas/kung%20fu%20panda/Kung-Fu-Panda-Master-Crane-Fighting-Style.jpg" width="415" height="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Crane is still my hero BD I don't know why, I tend to like him best, lols. Maybe because he can fly, maybe because he's got long and thin legs or maybe because or his beak? I dont know, He's just cool I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/kung" target="_blank" o="'13"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 212px" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn92/satoshipokemon/yowl_by_forgottencha0s.jpg" width="183" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As always, Tigress is still in featured stars . HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it was funny anyway ! All dope! And birthday treat to my gran too :D ( I am sure my father is like TOTALLY proud of me ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thought I left his other(unwanted) daughter stranded..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who asked her to be so stubborn and follow us anyway? I am a miser and that's wot - -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ain't sparing money for you little kid. It's for my Gran's Birthday treat and no one else -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You might have guessed. But when we're getting ready to go out of the house, she tried to follow us... well I told her countless times not to and definitely not when she has no money.. but she refused to listen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unbeknownst to her, I already bought the tickets, too bad girl. I am mean to people whom I ought to be mean to and you're definitely on the top of my list considering the countless time you talked back at me, get me into trouble, make me lose my face in public...alright! Putting the past aside, I'm definitely cruel. So there, after we bought the popcorns, we just left her stranded down there! HUH! Now you wished, you had obeyed me more, respect me more, don't you? In any case, I still have a lot of spare money for another ticket Chickenn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Boy, How I gloated ! It was of a pleasing sight! HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You wished you had my affection! PSHHH.. not here anyway,, it will only be a question of life and death .. then I may consider ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But for all that you did to me- well, obviously I am not satisfied yet. We'll see how I will torture you more. On the Joint birthday of you and my brother, I will only treat my bro?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wait no- they're both mean :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PSSSHHH.. Anyhow, my sister, being such a ...(red face considering she went to the cinema without watching anything) coward, have to vent her anger somewhere.. and resort to commenting on my facebook picture as "act cute" .. like My! Can't you find better revenge? Like .. the time I fooled you so well to write the freaky status.. HAHA.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still have a better brain; get over it ..psshh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister is still so stubborn after all this ! Maybe only after some centuries will her brain find out that the way to not get tortured is to please me of course.. I AM THE BIG SIS :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I doubt she'll ever know that -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so Forget about it. Things are falling out of place and now Camp is just near tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like wot the fish?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that someone remind me about me, my life revolved around school. LIKE WOT THE POOP?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:L They need to get something done on this! I need quality time with my parents, AND MY BOOKS TOO. With the kind of schedule, I can't find time to read my Sherlock Holmes which Juice had kindly let me borrow from the Library with her card. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So good night people..Boy, I typed too much ! My fingers hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-934272027792370679?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/934272027792370679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=934272027792370679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/934272027792370679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/934272027792370679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-yessss.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j393/smartmoviez/Kung%20Fu%20Panda%202_2011/th_kung_fu_panda_2_poster_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6290983758309296002</id><published>2011-06-06T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:13:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is to unbore myself. I cant post on the last day of ASG rehearsal because I was too tired and now I can't remember a thing except somethings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Wing tim came to sit beside me and Alfred was standing in front of him to pass him something and then -poop- Wing tim farted. WITH SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred and me wee both dumbfounded at first, then Alfred started pointing and started laughing like mad and rolling on the floor and that made me laugh too .. that was so epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-epic one is that because Michelle was not there, a guy for my team was replaced and I do not want to go up for Michelle's place so I let the guy go up and I myself remain the supporter. And wot-the-freak, he farted in my face. I mean literally, IT was a silent killer. Because I can't hear the sound but I can smell it :L As if it wasn't bad enough, he keep farting-I mean silent ones. -hold breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was enough, I think. But it was still less fun without Mich. Haishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, it rained cats and dogs. Mind you. The weather feel nice at home - and cozy-ahh....But I stilled went to Church though there's no class and Angelene ditched me =X she never come ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk about the shock today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early (if 8 is considered early) and switched on the laptop and went to my gmail straight. Guess wot I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"National Game Design Competition- Game proposal selection results" And I was like O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I opened the email, I got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with "CONGRATULATIONS!" and I was like wot the !?#@!?#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said our game "PETS" has entered the Finals. Now wot can sucks more than that ? Already My holidays schedule is like so tight you can squeeze juice out of it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let the others do I guess :L I don't even understand the game proposal =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Mrs Fong has to send out a mail to assign us each role and now I have to do something ... PSSSHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good work Shu Liang, Ephraim and Joshua and Hui Teng .. but bad for me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of going for a movie - a birthday treat for grandma ! Yayy! I am such a good grandaughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6290983758309296002?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6290983758309296002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6290983758309296002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6290983758309296002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6290983758309296002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-this-is-to-unbore-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-360251459654571605</id><published>2011-06-03T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:51:26.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NuOBRH62kQ/Tej01lclK3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bEn8Ux0Drxo/s1600/istockphoto_16337673-superman-flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614006136939555698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NuOBRH62kQ/Tej01lclK3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bEn8Ux0Drxo/s320/istockphoto_16337673-superman-flying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're like my superman (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-360251459654571605?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/360251459654571605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=360251459654571605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/360251459654571605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/360251459654571605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-like-my-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NuOBRH62kQ/Tej01lclK3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bEn8Ux0Drxo/s72-c/istockphoto_16337673-superman-flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4718538996942698850</id><published>2011-06-02T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:05:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so...today was veryyy tiring. Not that we did much rehearsals.. Because we're already used to it.. But for the ASG, went to school with Ivy Beloved today and we're both epically late .. hehe.. though we reached school on time and there, I called Mich and told her the bus to CCAB is already here and made her run here HAAHAHA.. THAT WAS so EPIC. May it be a memorable running experience ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we're ganging up against Alfred because he wore PE shirt while we're supposed to wear Dark Blue Unit tee.. (which is like POOP)&lt;br /&gt;AND SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the first school to reach there or so I should think and waited a long time for other schools ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. The platform performers team started their work! With...Physical training first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crappy yet I can feel my muscles growing. LOLS. I mean c'mon, they made us to 50 crunches and we're like dying down there and then the guy made us plank (not the trend planking, the plant that made you die) for HIS 7 counts! and it was like forever ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ups was crazier. We didn't even do then. He made everyone stay in the standard position and lift our arms one by one with his dreaded counts -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. the Platform thingy began..&lt;br /&gt;(Or I think, I can't count on my memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mich and I started slacking around and let the other guys from our group do the bigger job so we have more slacking time..and it was the same for the whole training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during lunch break, we ate Chicken rice and the whole canteen was in a blue sea..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch break, we went back to the Indoor Hall and then started playing Truth or dare, I mean , Ivy, Mich, Alfred, Wing Tim and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dares are pretty funny..truths are not fun at all ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Wing tim to walk around the hall with a box on covering his head; Michelle to asked for a this other secondary guy's number ; Alfred to ask for this Guy selling the can drinks number and Ivy to ... wait wot did we do to her? Anyhow, I was forced to say Hi and How are you to this dancing girl =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then other people started joining us and from other schools too. Like how Austin KISSED this guy from other school and like how this guy from other school actually get humped by Ridhwan.. and many funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break was pretty long BD I like .. :D hehe.. and we started doing the platform thingies again and the person added a new thing ; to spin the freaking board and I have to spin it .. but other than that , there was nothing much Mich and I do except from stacking up and spinning and carrying the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about which we have to carry this person on the board and I GET to stand on the board for one turn, NEVER wanting to do it again. =X Scary.. I don't really trust the people carrying me either.. I mean after we got down they totally lie down on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which my group did the same ..because the person we carried was so heavy ! and the instructor was like "A bit Unglam" LOLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we concluded it finished after practising with the dancers.. and early dismissal! Yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's probably my whole day.. Arghh..Can't believe my holiday is being wasted like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Wingtim bought chips and sweets ! haha ! He's our tibits supplier XD&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Michelle is not coming tomorrow because she's going back to Jakarta and I am going to be alone .. Will miss Mich loads :O I mean, we're so silly during the trainings some of the people called us Siao ZharBors - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4718538996942698850?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4718538996942698850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4718538996942698850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4718538996942698850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4718538996942698850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1597426480755834301</id><published>2011-06-01T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:55:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/holding" target="_blank" o="'2"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t231/vazquez0001/holding-hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wanna hold your hand~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My brother told me you have nice four pack abs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just have to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7261766529007591098-1597426480755834301?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1597426480755834301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1597426480755834301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1597426480755834301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1597426480755834301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanna-hold-your-hand-my-brother-told.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8364165982446936511</id><published>2011-06-01T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:46:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many freaking camps. I was actually looking forward to the Church Camp.. But turn out I can't go after all, with ALL thanks to NPCC and it's poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ditching the only camp I was looking so much forward to! ): !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going for both camps in school! ..One because I don't want to ditch Juice plus, I want to see the newbies BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other because ....I want the Green Student Leader shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a student leader?! (Gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really suck okay. This ASG rehearsal is already so exhausting.. and the producer or whoever that person is, treat us like slaves.. it just made things WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wotever. When that ASG come, Switch on the TV and see me on the move okay? (Holding Mich's waist while she shake the stupid board) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, they measured us for our costumes today and it seems it's tight fitting.. Can I just die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not slim okay =X I hope the girls covered with skirts or something.. I really hate tight fitting poops .. Lower my self-esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRRRRR.... I want to sleep now.................. x_x&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..is the same day again...haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : WOT NONSENSE IS THIS? Using Religion to COMMIT MURDER? WOT INEFFABLE TWADDLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8364165982446936511?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8364165982446936511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8364165982446936511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8364165982446936511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8364165982446936511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-many-freaking-camps.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4423267852545742189</id><published>2011-05-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:25:55.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff59/kanyawwill/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kids.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff59/kanyawwill/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I still think of you.&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/7261766529007591098-4423267852545742189?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4423267852545742189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4423267852545742189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4423267852545742189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4423267852545742189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-still-think-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8264216146993524402</id><published>2011-05-31T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:14:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another short post again, and I don't mind really.. I can't ustomise now, I want to sleep already =X&lt;br /&gt;I miss home like seriously. It doesn't even feel like holidays to me =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, went for ASG and it was a real killer. Not to elaborate. But to give you an idea of it, for every question, I just guessed any number and shade the ovals. And they give you 2h and 30 min for it so for the rest of the time (more than 1;30h) I slept ...wrote stuffs on the paper and passed the time.. so much for skipping ASG and HIP haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, it rained and it took quite a while before we got to CCAB for the ASG . Mind you, none of the cabbies know where it is until Botanical Gardens were mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ASG part? Horrible like a piece of POOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained the whole day ..and I thought Mich and I were going to slack because we're sitting around for the first few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the thought !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not elaborate on it. It was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we come back, Wing Tim was snapping away with his camera on the bus. Seriously..poor Alfred. Lols. and Poor Mich and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's about it. I'm tired and I can'tsay further. See you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My sister is a PIECE OF POOP!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Twitter is being such a ...mother of puppies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8264216146993524402?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8264216146993524402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8264216146993524402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8264216146993524402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8264216146993524402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-short-post-again-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6703602159719279874</id><published>2011-05-30T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:14:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Our suffering is not worthy of the name suffering. When I consider my crosses, and temptations, I shame myself almost to death, thinking what are they in comparison to the sufferings of my Blessed Saviour Christ Jesus. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;No one has more; no one has less problems. The difference is just whether you choose to publicise it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;But it's still nothing compared to what Jesus has gone through for the unbelieving world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Like him, I will die . and like he rose again , in him I will live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I will try to die everyday to sin and live in him like Paul did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6703602159719279874?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6703602159719279874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6703602159719279874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6703602159719279874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6703602159719279874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-suffering-is-not-worthy-of-name.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4030864384526484754</id><published>2011-05-30T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:06:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. so I think I'm going to die now. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are like freaking sore and then.. ARGHH.. My shoulders.. imagine carrying a person! And that's exactly wot we're doing.. die die... I am not going to prolong this post 'cuz I wanna sleep now.. SMO is tomorrow and I might as well die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like I said, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4030864384526484754?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4030864384526484754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4030864384526484754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4030864384526484754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4030864384526484754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay_30.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6539085366059820154</id><published>2011-05-29T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:53:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rain/acding95/raining.jpg?o=15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll155/acding95/raining.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sure by now,&lt;br /&gt;That You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;And wiped our tears away,&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;But once again,&lt;br /&gt;I say amen&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;Raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;My strength is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find You ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;And as your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God who gives&lt;br /&gt;And takes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; left my side&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;Where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My help comes from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;The maker of heaven and earth .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6539085366059820154?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6539085366059820154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6539085366059820154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6539085366059820154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6539085366059820154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-sure-by-now-that-you-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7321963754141886960</id><published>2011-05-29T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:28:10.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So let's see... pretty much nothing. Too much to share; too lazy to type actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha........So I'll just rant on about stuffs since well, this is the only please where when I rant, the people won't be like .. "...er okay.." and if the rant is too long there will follow a set of rolled eyes. (scary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least, if they're like that here reading this, I can't see anyway.. put my mind at ease. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I filled my holidays for all the set of school stuffs and guess wot? More than half of the holidays ,, I have to well, GO BACK TO SCHOOL. and that FOR LONG HOURS. IT'S SO WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for waiting for this holidays. CAN I GO BACK instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP. I HATE NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA. I HATE CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much for TWO FREAKING POINTS! =X SOMEONE JUST KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Spoil my holidays really):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid camps. I'm gonna get an MC and that's wot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how I did it or how much I paid. Time is priceless ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do anything to get away from it. I remembered last time, just because I didn't want to go to Church, the day before Sunday, I eat ice like crazy and wash my hair lotsa time just to dry it by the air conditioner. Call me crazy or wot, I don't care. The reason was because there was this competetion I think in Church, and well, I'm too much of a stage scardy cat to do it.. plus it's in Karen... x_x Hopeless.. why humiliate myself for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, that time, I have so knowledge of menstrual cramps.... heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I don't mind risking my health as long as I get away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy I tell you. But I remain HEALTHY -.- so much for strong immune system -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of tears -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about it. It's too embarrasing and humiliating in what comes next -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I think diarrahoea is not bad. I hadn't had it since ... I can't remember the last time I have it..so imagine how to make a breakthrough through my immune system ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it! CCA sucks and that's wot! Wait- camps sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I don't even feel like...... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just rot at home and then do stuffs in non-CCA days because everyone ..?&lt;br /&gt;I could write a pretty long essay about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into Casting Crowns lately and the songs are nice. Oh well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7321963754141886960?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7321963754141886960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7321963754141886960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7321963754141886960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7321963754141886960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3705261773711581044</id><published>2011-05-29T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:02:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We sat across each other; never daring to face one another. But occasional glances gave you away, or gave me away. She would called it, "cute" but is that what really is? Maybe. Drag this on, never give yourself away, not yet. I will try to do the same. However, those stolen moments made me feel so... Was that real or am I just imagining? I hope it's the latter. I never want to give myself away but giving yourself away just encouraged me. Discourage me. Make me think I'm just another girl. Don't look. Don't glance. Don't...even talk. Let's avoid each other, like we don't know each other, as it always was the case. I don't even want to hear your voice, though it mesmerised me. Just make me a fool out of myself okay? That's way better than .. that. I can let go of my ego for anything but YOU. It...contradicts with a promise I made myself since young. Don't. Please. I beg of you. Or my delusional mind! Am I that mad with raving insanity for you that I started to have a delirious mind? Dear Me! I am wondering why isn't the whole sky filled with airplanes ! Airplanes are cool ain't it!? How about floorball sticks? They stunned me!-Now, dear me, where was I? Oh yes, I beg of you. SO please, whatever hints or signals or signs you're giving me, STOP it now before my madness grow stronger. I like it, but it's toxic to my mind I think. It just made me addicted to you. Like Britney's song, "I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?" Okay okay??? I'm in a clear mind-or so I should think now, that I'm sayng these things. But dear me! When that insanity come back to me again, I will be smiling with pleasure at our "cute" moments! Dear me! This is raving insanity! Pure Devilry! I need to detach my mind from you and I wish mine was as good as Holmes' mental detachment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait- what am I saying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3705261773711581044?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3705261773711581044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3705261773711581044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3705261773711581044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3705261773711581044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-sat-across-each-other-never-daring.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2893242014625908835</id><published>2011-05-28T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:21:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe width="318" height="268" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tjbl4gkJSVI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; quickly&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tossed in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;vapor&lt;/em&gt; in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;till&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me when I'm &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me when I'm &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2893242014625908835?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2893242014625908835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2893242014625908835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2893242014625908835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2893242014625908835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_28.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tjbl4gkJSVI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8760889985047964874</id><published>2011-05-27T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:42:18.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to go back for this holidays. Away from this sophiscated place to the carefree life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though challenges awaits. I don't care if it's rainy or the road is muddy or wotever. I want to go back for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this month. But when you don't have the means, all you can do it to sit where you're with a sad face on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is going back End of year , she said, and I wished I could go back too. My father planned to go back the next next year. But I really want to go back this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to save $$. I really must save. I need to have some country air sometimes! and a Quiet life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should call her or not; will it be the best time? or the worsT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I wondered how she'll be taken care of. It was so shocking. even shocked me ! She was so well when we bid me farewell ! And what about the brother? O.o How are they going to survive? Will they be there when I called tomorrow? Or transferred to an Orphanage? (That's a terible thought, I might never be able to find my friend again)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful ! And the school there is reopening for a new term in June! How howw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus.. I need $$ to buy a card.. damn.. and talking about saving $$ for my flight!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my father would let me go back if I don't take the flight $$ from his pocket ! That, he should, right? I mean won't be going back for a long time anyway... I don't think so at least.. and damn,, there's the passport problem. If I don't get the new passport by then, I think I'm gonna hang myself ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is zit ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for holidays ! But oh well.. learn to appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Birthday is coming and thinking of bring her to the movies since she's never been there before and also watching in 3D ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm such a good grand daughter.. though annoying.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am studying codes now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8760889985047964874?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8760889985047964874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8760889985047964874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8760889985047964874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8760889985047964874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-really-want-to-go-back-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3480597008912378777</id><published>2011-05-26T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:55:31.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it was terribly feeling lonely though not much.He had left his stuffs out. He forgot everything. haha.Never thought I'd know it was quickly like replaced sadly better by delicious yummilicious another. And whatever is, I want to thought but no as you knew was said for the best forever as was and knowing it always. Shall I,I wondered as walked under tree alone in forest, trying to think to do to keep extra things out in dark the loveliness and awkwardness lingered long in utmost moisture the sun couldn't air was as because of rain I want to don't like it want the dryness to last it be it forever seen for knowing as a climater if the moon I could ,I am thinking it a universal mars loner. He knew but what could then he made again,surprise as I was in always and I was stunned greatly and was mesmerised it never was seems easy for I don't ever never want to got into and out with it of the indefinite it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-3480597008912378777?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3480597008912378777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3480597008912378777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3480597008912378777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3480597008912378777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-it-was-terribly-feeling-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-9130081721343633176</id><published>2011-05-20T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:59:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dream/FindStuff2/Just" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 336px" border="0" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Dreams/sky-1.jpg" width="208" height="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess I'm having them zits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No no..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hold on, too much matters are on my mind now,,, too much.. and has been much more since my grandpa's letter was read out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-9130081721343633176?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/9130081721343633176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=9130081721343633176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9130081721343633176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/9130081721343633176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-im-having-them-zits.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5003104754216662170</id><published>2011-05-19T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:58:29.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/Jabbaheart/Photography/DSCF5158.jpg?o=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 279px" border="0" src="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad197/Jabbaheart/Photography/DSCF5158.jpg" width="412" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing to doves is heard in our land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of Solomon 2:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay.. so today was a short day, OR so I thought. It must be because I was sleeping half of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, Let's see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had nothing to say. except for the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So when the alarm rang this morning, I was not in my best of freshness. And I pondered as to whether there's a probability of having no school and going back to sleep again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was stupid, I texted Ivy at 5+ to ask about it and went back to sleep...until I can't take it anymore so I got up and showered and got fresh. Only then did Ivy replied ..Beloved XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, went to school with such a heavy heart because my mind is still in sleep and how I would be sleeping right after I got home since there's nothing on after school today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I can't exactly remember. Juice didn't come to school ; and I guessed the reason right since she's like one of my kind, one that is determined not to go detention. No one wants to get their records smudged. And that, us to the point of not going to school at all. Sweet (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And sat with Valentine and it was good that she wrote in her book, or else I think I'll went back to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE names for the class Tee were passed around today and I gave mine "Kanyaw Valentine" I mean Valentine doesn't do bad for a last name, it sounds good rather ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As if the results are not bad enough, Mrs Fong has to announce the class positions-current ones today. I mean why wouldn't she announce it when it's confirmed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Raise false hopes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, it's only by the grace of God that my position was upgraded to much a higher one- into the top 10s in the class. I trust that it was not by mere luck or that of my work. It's clearly by the grace of God ! If he would keep me in the position for the confirmed positions, I'll certainly be grateful. If not, I had not anything to say to my name , of which I had make nothing out of it. It's by the will of God that I know things come to be and in complete trust in him, we allows him to do what he wants for us. Rather than trusting in ourselves and doing what WE want for ourselves. For in everything we do, we ought to do it for the Glory of God and not of the selfish reasons of ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, there's no fruits to it if we have no faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I might add that there was no work done on my part to which I might received as a compliment, whatsoever... It was purely God's work and I know well enough. For by myself, I am nothing and without God, I will be a failure, to life as to everything else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It struck me quite hard though when I heard that, I had never dreamed of getting it by no means. It just showcase the power of the ever magnificent God that knows the secrets of the darkest hearts and looks into them, and not just by the appearance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In truth, I wanted to cry - tears of gratefulness, knowing you have been deeply loved and was watched upon. But matters stand like that of a mask and a mutter of silent cry of thanks was all I could do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May the Lord God give me strength to glorify his name better ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For I have done a very bad job in that and it was not all just to God. But God is just! Amen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was not the end though. There was this art project (yes, Again) for interior designs of a library... and well there's some $ 300000 budget in it. Pretty cool eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They asked you to design the library just as you would like it to be and to attract more people to come in. I would want a library to have beds and lyring corners XD and Comfy sofas to lie upon and read ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND after that was over, Mrs Fong has to put me in charge of HIP project .. I hate hate hate ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And as if it wasn't enough, she told me that I'll have to go for an OVERNIGHT camp during the hols. ): I really hate camps and if I could I would do anything to get out of it ! BY Jove! I think I might make myself sick! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's a plan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And after that, May, HT and Juice went to Library at Clementi and (don't know when Ryan joined us) I was busy browsing Sherlock Holmes and now I have a big stack of it :D to which was credicted to Juice for helping me borrow them. It's a good thing that I might have a good read for the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Theyre commermorating NPCC day tomorrow and it is going to be pretty retarded as you will have to be in full u for the whole day. Plus, reporting time is 7 am sharp in full u at school, crazy or wot? So Mich and I had came up with a plan and we're going to carry them out tomorrow... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like Ivy agreed to, the brain work best in desperate situations. Hahaha. We're too desperate. By George! There's PE tomorrow and it's the first period so I might fancy myself a bit that there might be 2.4km run tomorrow and I'm to watch the runners slowly die like I did when I ran last time. I never in my whole life want to run more than 100m. That would just be plain crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyhow, I'm looking forward to tomorrow where I might go around shopping for gifts to many of friends to whom I owed. And many of the impending ones when I skip training tomorrow. So I guess I had it all planned. But God's will stand the first! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May the LORD fill you with everlasting peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5003104754216662170?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5003104754216662170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5003104754216662170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5003104754216662170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5003104754216662170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/flowers-appear-on-earth-season-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad197/Jabbaheart/Photography/th_DSCF5158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-3328608472123940593</id><published>2011-05-18T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:05:48.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/retro" target="_blank" o="'0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 183px" border="0" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj153/musicwishes/LUX1110.jpg" width="157" height="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I get a little bit; she gets a little more, She's Miss America and I'm just a girl next door."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tunc vicis ego Occludo ore meo. Non claudit os meum. Si quid ego illud hirundo. Numquid molestum mihi parva tibi loqui dicam? Ergo a me paenitet. Ego quidem cum clausit valet audit usquam. Post omnes curas? Funny. Ego cognovi melius! Sum per ista tamen non discunt. Debeo impetrare iam documentum nemo umquam ..... observare me. Invisable sum ad eos. Invisable sum. Adhuc fiat. Cumulent-bis uidetur mihi! Nemo curat. Interdum odio hac me. Quid faciam? Ego me. Inutile me. Nemo. Mihi sic est velo perturbatione quacumque consequens res sum cum in. By magna. Per quod nimis magna operando irasci. Si piget, paenitet me adhuc, et non illum. Conabor. Si non eget ... vos ero iudex. Amodo ipse ego memorem claudere os meum loquatur duntaxat. Inutile, ut audias me de vita crapping quouismodo. Quid aures duas in uno ore? Ego exaudiam eos iusto quasi locuta dum ludere sedebat in plastic vigilantes ut smile I semper. Numquam forte capio iterum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why! I'm here again ! To post about stuffs ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ANyhow, Tuesday was a holiday.. but there was no rest anyhow! I'm deeply affected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To say the first, there was a fun fair at Church and I have to go there 'cuz my mum bought the tickets already anyway ! So went there and eat to the extent with my grandma 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and...stupid events . I hate to relate it. Told Chrissy but still poopy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow ! MY MUM AND DAD HAD TO FORCE ME TO GO TO THEIR WEDDING BECAUSE THEY CAN'T MAKE IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's the start of all my troubles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or the middle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After arguing soooo rebelliously with my mum, (never with dad, !#@!) I still have to go ..with my sister ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Already, I felt bad ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, went there and we can't find the Church at Evelyn road. We keep circling around the area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not knowing that the Church is just the opposite of the bus stop that we alighted, we walked in circles and even went to novena (the place is at newton!) by FOOT. It's crazy and it was a very Bright evening -.- ANd I wanted to pee and all that :O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, we arrived there one hour late, I mean, we WALKED for one hour. x_x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we have buffet there and there're loads of food.. but I had to stand all the way in the MRT when coming back.. so my legs were aching like crazy .. thank goodness my brother was willing to walk on my calves and my back... Ah SO Shiok *_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, that was yesterday. I was so tired I cant even post it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So today was okay. No lessons. Except on tongue twisters in English. Well so many people know who to do it.. :O Talented 2B1.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we got back geo papers and stuffs.. bleh bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NP was tiring. I mean it always is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did campcraft and we're suppose to pitch a tent and they said we're gonna need it for ATC. Die me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:O I'm going to cryy !!! :O !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's school tomorrow. I'm going bye .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May God Bless you always !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S: The singing below my block is hoorribleeee,,,save me !! x_x&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/7261766529007591098-3328608472123940593?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3328608472123940593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=3328608472123940593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3328608472123940593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/3328608472123940593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-get-little-bit-she-gets-little-more.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-7006112109433629677</id><published>2011-05-17T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:29:19.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid little girl, Who're you? You're just one of them ; though special. No right to get anything. No one owes you a living. None. Though maybe your parents do.. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. I think I have some psycho problem like my father said. I hit the roof yesterday, and cried... and smiled and laughed myself to sleep =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so depressing. Everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of it. I keep on dwelling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm growing more and more negative .. GRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that purpose driven life book, I have some connection with the word of God ..&lt;br /&gt;I really hate BEING NEGLECTED. BUT WHO AM I TO JUDGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neglect him myself. And that's to my laziness ! Excuses !&lt;br /&gt;X((((( I cant take back wot I have gave to time. :O&lt;br /&gt;stupid excusessssssssssssssssss.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no point crying over spilled milk.. I need to LIVE like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTING MAKING :NO BIBLE, NO SCHOOL. No Praying, No Breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have breakfast anyway. That's the hard part =X&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says, "Those who are trusted with something valuable must show they are worthy of that trust." :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Kanyaw. Life on earth is a test; a trust and a temporary assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're going to ace the test? How you're going to expand the trust? And How you're going to complete the assignment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that matters when we, as foreigners in a land, leave to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed are those who endured when they are tested. When they pass the test, they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that it's brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered, and that my life is fleeing away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the writer of Pslams says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that, "I am but a foreigner on earth," as David says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is probably crap to the readers but wotever, I understand myself, since I'm the psycho here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says that his children are to think about life differently from the way unbelievers do. "All they think about is this life here on earth. But we are citizens of heaven, where the LORD Jesus Christ lives." Philippians 3 :19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our identity is in eternity and our homeland in heaven. When you get this truth, you'll stop worrying about having it all. God is very blunt about the danger of living for here and now , adopting the values, priorities, and lifestyles of the world around us. When we flirt with the temptations of the world, ... "You're cheating on God. If all you want it your own way, flirting with the world every chance you get, you end up enemies of God and his way." James 4:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because We're prepared to something even better. "The things we see now are here today, gone tomorow. But the things we can't see now will last forever." 2Cor 5:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fact that earth is not our home explains why as followers of Jesus, we experience difficulty, sorrow and rejection in this world. We can't be completely happy here, because we're not supposed to be ! Earth is not our final home ;we're created for something better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit of the extract from purpose driven life. Well, like I said before, you won't understand. But I will and I'll keep this so as to recall my good old memories in times to come..(and bad ones too) And I understand it myself .. so ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, reading that extract was the reason why I both cried and laughed and smiled myself to sleep. Sounds like I'm not a psycho after all :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow! My sister is REALLYY ANNOYING .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THERE'S NP TOMORROW. Argh. SOMEONE JUST KILL ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-7006112109433629677?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7006112109433629677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=7006112109433629677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7006112109433629677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/7006112109433629677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/stupid-little-girl-whore-you-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-216550944770513137</id><published>2011-05-17T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:31:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have the right to call others fake while you're one yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hypocrite much? Just because one doesn't show doesn't mean one has no feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't think God is unfair and give you more trials. Everyone has their own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's just whether you put on a show for the whole world to know or should I say, seeking attention, but excuse me, not every one is an attention whore, or that, let the so called true ones find out about it, since they're so true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're not that innocently true to pass judgement on others either. See how was one so desperate to get you ! See what a funny show it is! And see how, you make a fool of your true one or so you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't revolves around you. You're too self centred- and this not I said from my point of view actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one who's suffering. You're not the only one in trouble. You're not the only person who needs cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's whether you want to show it to the whole world by putting on a show, or you let your real friends found out about it themselves. If they're real, you don't need to put up a face to show you need uplifting comments. ROFLMAO. Isn't just a pathetic attempt to get attention? But thing is, there're non-desperate people out there, who don't give a damn; as you've used them as your back up plan. And am sure pretty much concerned about you. However, they don't like to give an attention whore the attention one need. That would just be spoiling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is : Everyone has their troubles. Don't be so damn self centred and insist that you're the only one with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not sad? Am I not hurt? Am I not unhappy? Am I not devastated? Am I not teary? Am I not horrified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I am. But tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I not sad? Was I not hurt? Was I not unhappy? Was I not devastated? Was I not teary? Was I not horrified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am. But do YOU know? Of course it depends onyour definition of "know".&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you meant that by physical appearance, then, I bet $100000 million dollars that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;But do YOU anyway?&lt;br /&gt;And you have the cheek to shun and downgrade others for it!&lt;br /&gt;If then, I'll be hating and posting some poopy stuffs about a million people by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you just totally confused or still trust in all those things? I guess you do; oh yes you do. I mean how can you know about it when you use the higher authority for a mere statement&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;em&gt;ut ! Who was it that let jealousy be overpowered? Who was it that break the bonds? Who was it that smudge the virtues of women? Who was it who doesn't care about anything, but oneself?&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/7261766529007591098-216550944770513137?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/216550944770513137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=216550944770513137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/216550944770513137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/216550944770513137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-dont-have-right-to-call-others-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2778726142269496250</id><published>2011-05-15T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:22:50.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/color/findstuff22/Best" target="_blank" o="'0"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/color1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You coloured my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So today was another day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to Karen Church in the morning where I was dragged into a play which I successfully rejected x_x It was crazy. Mind you and I went to Thomson Church and then they were like, "Oh Kanyaw!" Henry was going around and going like "I thought you were a boy." Ha. ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, many changes in Thomson. Seems like we're all growing up, though I don't remember growing up LIKE that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're the most senior class. ..so obviously there're senior boys. And kids, and when I said that I meant that when I first saw them like years ago, they're little kids -even i was one myself, I mean those girls. Mine. It was so obvious. They were trying to catch the attention of the senior boys? x_x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why I said that? Because after class, we're all hanging out at the kiddy swings area and then these group of girls, are at the slide area not so far and making girly noises and stuffs, you know teasing themselves with 2 of my classmates who get so irritated. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I was like "OMG, DON'T TALK TO ME. LATER THEY GOT JEALOUS I GOT SLAPS IN THE FACE."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Henry was like, "More like you'll punch them in the face." I have to LOL. But seriously, the whole senior class get kind of annoyed. In a Church, really ?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, I have seen LOADS of these in school, public places, etc.. like those pathetic junior girls trying to get attention and get acquinted with senior boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But Church ?! okay, I must chill. Ma Thandar says its because they're growing up girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I don't remember growing up like that XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or maybe it's just that my batch doesn't have a big group of girls such as these. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, my class people( the old ones) proved to be a very senior-ric type.. Why, I was the third oldest? or more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so awkward when the teacher go like , "OH! KANYAW IS HERE TODAY." and then another teacher goes the same too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Amanda went like, "I LIKE your fringe! Like rockstar like that!" For lotsa times and I was like," I know right!" and then she'll rolled her eyes XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then Henry proved to be a very good brother. Better than my biological brother Henry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Note to self* Search for family in Christ*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Cuz he was the first person I see upon reaching the stairs to the class and he stopped and looked and went , "OH, I DIDN'T RECOGNISE YOU SIS" with a hug and lead me all the way to the class where I see Bounty and he was like, "Oh, You're finally here!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then there was Christine, my gosh, if it hadnt been for her, I wouldnt have gone there. It was all because I wanted to see her and my efforts were not wasted. She's looking all the prettier each time...and taller..(but tell me, who wouldn't be tall with high heels?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and so .. I came home with my sis...who's really irritating. XD and TADA! Tomorrow is school :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't wanna get my science results man ;it's gonna be some shitload. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-I'm looking forward to going Thomson again, though it's way out at Novena ==" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I realised I can't go because today Caesar was like "KANYAW! ATTEND CE!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CE mean youth service btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I was like.. "No..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And thing is, he's been out there telling me the same thing every week and I feel bad.. but I wanted to go Thomson today so I was like, "Next week!. Promise!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So then, I promised. It's not good being such a kind soul x_x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know wot I'll do in CE though Caesar was like "Be more active in youth service!" Wot was I to active about? He's the youth drummer, of course he has something. Everyone one has it. Say Blessing, she can sing. She can lead the Praise and Worship, which she does. Thing is...*hesitates* I can't. Today singing was bad enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a practice for Children's day and it is just WAY TOO HIGH. I don't know how anyone could sing that high. I would just go out of tune. So I JUST mumbled along ..it's better than embarrassing myself when in the middle of the song, my voice go diao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay enough about today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why ain't Chrissy on, I need to talk. or maybe I should wait a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, The purpose driven life is so far doing me good. Just one thing is needed : I need to interact and follow it. If not, I might as well not read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, I think I have enough now. Better prepare for school tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just one more Bible verse:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God...is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of-infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaiah 46:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May God fill you with the power of the Holy Spirit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2778726142269496250?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2778726142269496250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2778726142269496250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2778726142269496250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2778726142269496250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-coloured-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2102200244463273822</id><published>2011-05-14T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:05:55.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... so It's 10 to 11pm now and I want to sleep soon, but I need to post.. I don't know why.. not that I will type much though much had happened today as did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I spent today reading and doing some forced-housework. But Reading was good enough. I mean exams are over and there's no way to deter me from it anymore. And there's papa, who was so pissed at me yesterday he won't be anymore pissed if he see me doing some drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was no chance of Cerinna's birthday day out and somebody have to rub it in. Really, that somebody really love to exclude me a lot. Huh? Go ahead, show favouritism. You'll know you're just making a fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I care. Papa was pissed at me because he woke me up in the middle of my sleep to compare my sister's height and mine to say that my sister is going to overtake me soon. Seriously? Who wouldn't be feeling no sleepy ! And feel like going back to sleep once more, tell me? You can't blame me for trying to get back into my bed! Not everyone is a late sleeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about disrespect! Standing up for your own rights! Who would stand up for their own rights when all you will get is more lecture and thus delaying the sleep which was anticipated very much since the beginning? One would just listen to a small (not so short) lecture and go back to sleep right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that respect when you woke someone up in the middle of their sleep (AND MIND YOU IT'S SLEEPING TIME, NIGHT.) and did some insults on the person? Tut tut ! And he lectured me about respect! ==" seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of this! It was yesterday! This is today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't read my Purpose driven Life yet. Gotta read it after this. It's a really nice book. I hope I can interact with it. I mean, I hope I DO interact with it. If not, wot's the meaning in reading it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, wot drives my life? Is it fear? Is it Envy, jealousy? Is it approval of others? Is it for materialistic things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those are temporary , aren't they !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe it or not! When people are driven by envy and jealousy, it is more likely than not that it's the cause of their success! Not quoting some quotes. But I HAVE SEEN IT being done. Because they're jealous of others, they want to "win" them. Tut tut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all about the purpose. I better not be driven by that. That's a bad fruit a Christian would bear !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2102200244463273822?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2102200244463273822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2102200244463273822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2102200244463273822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2102200244463273822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1597960325871160987</id><published>2011-05-12T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:31:40.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/hands" target="_blank" o="'1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z121/kimyana_2007/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;We shall never be alone; as we linked our hearts in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so, these two days, I've bee slacking at home all along since there's no school and my Dad's night duty :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to forget; Mid year exam is over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So ..I was spoiling my own eyesight, but thank goodness there's school tomorrow, or I'll g completely blind. And there's PE first period! Yayy! I will have nothing to do :D Mr Lim better come and the weather better coorporate! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty much things happened though- online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could kill my sister for that, though I think she'll kill me first if she knows XD But really, it's really fun having siblings that you can bully 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're quarrelling today and I wasn't cooled so I went on to facebook and post something about her and her not-so-secret admirer that everyone knows about XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I put the privacy settings for her not to view, but somehow she did :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Talk about diseaster! She came in the room with smokes coming out from her ears and nose and I can see the horns on her head. Anyhow, she came to strangle me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*ouch ! my neck* I was gagging like crazy in between saying, "NO I DIDN'T POST THAT. SO MANY people KNOW MY FB PASSWORD, okay !" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she let go. Talk about Gullible people! XD I mean, no one ever know my password :P No once cares anyway! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The real heck is that she went to comment on it, saying "YOU like.." (this senior from church who I don't even talk to) and I was like ROFLMAOWTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I get real pissed that she got back at me. But I got her to delete it somehow ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and find some other way to get back at her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND TADA! I started acting all gay, and she was like "LESBO!!!! GET AWAY!" XD When your approach doesn't work, you have to try another approach, you see XD and Anyhow, I got my brother to join me and she's freaked out now. XP Talk about evil sisters ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, who asks her to piss me off first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And .. there's nothing much to say except that this morning, I was doing this salad because my dad asked me to .. and when it was done.. my dad looked at it and laughed like a retard. And goes, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"YOUR onions are thick enough to build a fort!" Talk about my face ==" I cut so nicelyy okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Planning your hols? I wanna go NP HK trip but the Myanmer Embassy won't let me have my passport and my dad don't allow anyway ): They better allow it when there's a Lit class trip to England! And I hope there's one next year. I want to take lit :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so, I have to find a replacement and it ain't very easy.. ARGHH. MY LIFE X_X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ira's exams are over tmrw and I'll be hanging out at her house sometime soon, I hope ;D I miss Tita and Josh :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully, there's a ECP trip too. I can't be rotting at home always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's just hope all these do as planned. I hate to have false hopes. And I've been reading this book called "The purpose of life".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;May the LORD renew my soul and spirit for his will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1597960325871160987?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1597960325871160987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1597960325871160987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1597960325871160987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1597960325871160987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-shall-never-be-alone-as-we-linked.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5354163846612949439</id><published>2011-05-09T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:12:51.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/spring" target="_blank" o="'0"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/3b2aff0a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There’s a whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;As a new life comes to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then a song begins to form&lt;br /&gt;As it finds the harmony&lt;br /&gt;With a chorus of sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the world all around&lt;br /&gt;Now it blends in the tune&lt;br /&gt;Joining the endless song of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We shall never be alone&lt;br /&gt;As we link our hearts in one&lt;br /&gt;Joining voices from above,&lt;br /&gt;All in the miracle of life,&lt;br /&gt;Through the ages we will grow&lt;br /&gt;Only time will ever know,&lt;br /&gt;As our voices magnify,&lt;br /&gt;All in the miracle of life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love plays along in our lives yet to come&lt;br /&gt;As we join the song of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now the music starts to build&lt;br /&gt;As the words begin to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Then another lends a tune&lt;br /&gt;As their voices now combine&lt;br /&gt;With the chorus of sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the world all around&lt;br /&gt;Now they blend their tune&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the endless song of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We shall never be alone&lt;br /&gt;As we link our hearts in one&lt;br /&gt;Joining voices from above,&lt;br /&gt;All the miracle of life,&lt;br /&gt;Through the ages we will grow&lt;br /&gt;Only time will ever know,&lt;br /&gt;As our voices magnify,&lt;br /&gt;All in the miracle of life. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love plays along in our lives yet to come&lt;br /&gt;As we join in the song of life.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Libera Song (: I love it ttm , Song of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BzaDKky0VgI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=BzaDKky0VgI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(it's already in my playlist on my blog,, but still..bigger view! XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;although Ben's not the soloist , well, a surprise is that in the middle of the song, there's a close up of him for a few seconds and I was like, "AH!" Ralph Skan is definitely doing good, new generation of Libera(: And then CASSIUS HAS SO MANY CLOSE UPS ! SO cute !! *_* CUTE green eyed boy with golden hair ..GRR.. HOW CUTE IS THAT. -pedo mood-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jk jk. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben still have that look (: with firing eyes~ HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Ralph, gosh, he had like..grown! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They looked super cool with those hoods and pants , esp Ralph with with sleeves rolled up to his elbow at one point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the boys are like super cute and KAVANA! Sooo KAWAII MAX!! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--I know I'm supposed to be studying.. but somehow, I came to this, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the song is a beautiful one, intensified by the voices of those angels (: Feel soo peaceful with the world now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wind is blowing~ Cool the summer heat down please ..blow wind blow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Blow Libera to Singapore, HAHAHA, JK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5354163846612949439?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5354163846612949439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5354163846612949439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5354163846612949439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5354163846612949439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-whisper-in-dark-as-new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-8616511921349065827</id><published>2011-05-06T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:18:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gg.com/mathspaper1</title><content type='html'>Okay.. WATERY NOSE.. ~ Everyone is suddenly going -AH CHOO!- including me.. weird ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1 - one word- POOP. n_n Cry already ): &lt;a href="http://gg.com/mathspaper1"&gt;http://gg.com/mathspaper1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard. The first few questions, I was like.. hmm okay~then suddenly I started leaving blanks because I don't know what to do and decided to do them later. And then 5 min to the bell, I have 2 more untouched pages. ARGH. So I just put anyhow answers and go back to the ones I have left and spent my time there until the teacher said "Pens Down" or a few seconds after that. I am so screwed for math. I am sure I won't pass this paper at all.. and it's bad ): Don't want to drop to NA , noooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally Friday and I love the fact. Mostly because I cant take my runny nose in public anyhow. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... 2 more papers to go, Maths Paper 2 and Geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, they'll have mercy in setting Paper 2 if they have a heart.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AH CHOO!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-8616511921349065827?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8616511921349065827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=8616511921349065827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8616511921349065827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/8616511921349065827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/ggcommathspaper1.html' title='gg.com/mathspaper1'/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1913688459607378558</id><published>2011-05-05T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:08:22.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup? I had my Science paper today and it totally sucks that I get some facts wrong. So much for Science. Anyhow, it passed. And then went to KFC with KerJAMM and Ryan and Han Ming joined by Bev later on. The food was so nice, yet expensive. Pffft.. and everything seemed to pass so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. If PAP lose, I might as well tell my father to get ready to leave and find a new job in another country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1913688459607378558?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1913688459607378558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1913688459607378558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1913688459607378558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1913688459607378558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/sup-i-had-my-science-paper-today-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1609479218569960033</id><published>2011-05-02T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:15:20.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7-CGLZB-qk/Tb6PiBtYwnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/theoluK34r4/s1600/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602072801232601714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7-CGLZB-qk/Tb6PiBtYwnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/theoluK34r4/s320/DSC00160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"..to carry my own cross.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why, hullo ! Tomorrow's school and I'm not happy about it.. C'mon, who loves school? Not I! Haha.. But oh well! Let's see...My cousin boy is well but he made me remember so many things! I miss my Favourite Cousin :O She's the best thing ever *_* I miss her I miss her I miss her, oh my.. I miss her ! And her sister, Hope who should be well so big by now even if she's only 8 months ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602074961372748738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPDPZSjtZo/Tb6Rfw27m8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/fRUkm5WOrPc/s320/IMG_5847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why, I MISS MY COUSIN ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1609479218569960033?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1609479218569960033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1609479218569960033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1609479218569960033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1609479218569960033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7-CGLZB-qk/Tb6PiBtYwnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/theoluK34r4/s72-c/DSC00160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4334863759417637069</id><published>2011-05-02T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:41:32.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/neni_5/photography/194.jpg?o=14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i530.photobucket.com/albums/dd345/neni_5/photography/194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.- Isaiah 6:8"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Holy,holy, holy is the LORD Almighty, the whole earth is full of his glory."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Send me Lord, I make myself availble to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Is the first of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I decided to be well, as you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The Spirit. Revived me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I was dead, spiritually for a long time. No wonder I faced those fears, hid those tears and stood behind my own bars. I am always like that. Coming back. Going out. Why, why aren't you disappointed in me? Well, because if you do, I have no hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I strayed from you again and again. When I was merely 7, I was taught that kids get to enter your place. I was so happy! I didn't want to grow up at all ! :D I grew a little older, I learnt to worry about things and talk to you about it. You never fail to listen, not even to a kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I prided myself that I was the best kid ever to you ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I grew a little more older, it was funny. You were never out of my thoughts because i have so much needs that I have to ask of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;have to ask, will my parents bring me there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Please, Let them do so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;When are they going to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Let my father write another letter..please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Are they doing well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Please let my granns live long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Let my siblings be safe. (Remember the time when I cried and cried and cried after watching an Army movie because the soldiers were brutally killed..especially the opening scene was that of a soldier wounded in his dick and the sight was so.. bloody maybe because of his expressions, and it was right opened so anyone can see that, I can still remember the scene. And then another kind soldier (I remembered he gave a chocolate to a young kid) was burned to death. and it was so... sad because he was so kind.. And I cried and cried ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Not because they died. Because I was afraid my brother would join the army and end up like that. That's just so traumatising for a young kid.) Since then, I never forget my siblings. Not anymore. Talk about impacts of a movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And then she got married ): I almost wanted to kill her. How could she get married, and that to my uncle? AND how come I didn't get to be the flower girl? I cried and cried. I told you that I felt unwanted. I was unwanted. I told her that I was going to stab a knife in her bulky stomach so that there won't be any baby for her. I was sooo much of a jealous kid! But look at how you work! That baby is the dearest thing to me now ! I love your miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And then you answered. I was in a city. I prayed. I had no.. nothing. It required to start anew. Hah. Talk about friendship! I prayed. I prayed. I prayed. I told you. I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am not going to talk about that part. Nor any other. Because everything was all about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now you give me them. I forgot you. You lured me back. I forgot you. You lured me back. I forgot you. Because I was having such a good life. TALK ABOUT GRATITUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm not going to do that again. Pray say I won't. I don't want to. It was hard! No no.. I know I can't do that. Not even with a million of them. Because you are my everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You filled the blanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Why, all this time, you've been with me! And I've forgotten you. You go out all your way to take me back. You wanted me for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I wouldn't turn back. I was so stubborn, that I still believe in such things after so much experiences. So you did it again, the thing that would make me turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;but it is just the starting, but I recognised the symptoms. I wouldn't believe again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Because if I love anything else more than you, I don't deserve you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Not that I deserve you in the first place. I was an unpure bride, of vile backdrop and a foul home. But you changed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I guessed you're going to come soon. I don't know what to do. I am still waiting. Waiting.. waiting...waiting.. I wished I have the courage of Paul. He didn't care about what others would say about him. He just went on to talk about you so that there mught be a chance that some of them might believe him and be saved. But I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am a timid little girl. You see that even as I praised you, talked about you , the devil would somehow choose a way to get me out of it by things that I feared. By making me sound like a religious freak. By telling me it's of no worth. By letting those just nod and smile away in ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Those I feared. They're of humiliations. They just made me completely stopped talking and leave in a huff, finding some other excuses. You would have seen my red face, red eyes, mutter of curses under my mouth. I didn't know better. That it was the work of the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It discouraged me greatly. I am fifteen. Still young. But age doesn't matter. I know you can use me for your work. That's why I'm here for. I want to be used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But how?! how?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You told me. I shouldn't fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I don't want to.. i don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I won't now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The devil can come anytime. He can challenge me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But as you have conquered him, help me to do so my sweet Jesus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I want to care for others like you do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Spirit touch your&lt;br /&gt;Church,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stir the hearts of men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Revive us LORD, with your passion once&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to care for others, like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;cares for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4334863759417637069?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4334863759417637069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4334863759417637069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4334863759417637069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4334863759417637069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/05/also-i-heard-voice-of-lord-saying-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i530.photobucket.com/albums/dd345/neni_5/photography/th_194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-6256622997013916361</id><published>2011-04-29T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:27:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEyMG3am1S4/TbrFCyH_III/AAAAAAAAAuw/-5GfoHCNGBE/s1600/ss-110429-wedding-ceremony-35_ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601005738194313346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEyMG3am1S4/TbrFCyH_III/AAAAAAAAAuw/-5GfoHCNGBE/s320/ss-110429-wedding-ceremony-35_ss_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The Prince and Kate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, Kaitlyn! Thou hast no mercy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's the royal wedding today; but all that's in my mind was that it's English paper today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why, I woke up at usual time today and as usual waited for the bus, the bus came on time and just when I was making myself comfortable on the double decker, it stopped moving after stoping at the next stop. It was just the third stop from where I boarded and the place has no other buses wotsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In other words, it's near the big field where my siblings' school located, thus very impatient to wait for the next bus, I walk to the other bus stop neat JJC, along with so many other students from Huayi and Fuhua and so many others..Waited for 99 and thank goodness it took quite short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was praying so hard. God answers prayers! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HT called me while I was on the bus and make me feel soooo late! X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The desperate prayers reached the ears of God. God is indeed with me ! Praise his name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's amazing because I was saying something like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"God, I know nothing is impossible for you. Even though this may seem impossible for men, please let me believe that you can sent me there on time. Please, Please, let me believe in you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In sounds like I'm threatening him. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Like, if he didn't sent me on time, I would not believe that he's real anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But then, our God's a living God! It's ineffable to describe the wonder, provided I haven't had time with him lately. He's that kind of a friend! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I kept praying and Beloved called me. Thanks for the concern Valentine and Beloved! Really appreciate it much :D and Flootyy too XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was taking forever for the bus to turn into the Bus interchange, and it did, I dashed out of the bus and not caring about the traffic light, ran across just like that when the little red man was yet to turn green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I mean, who would give a damn about getting hit by a car or a bus when one is going to be late for exam? Not I, anyway . I mean I would rather get hit by a car or a bus than get detention! So missing an exam isn't an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And Praise the LORD! I reached there in time.. thanks for all the "WOAH, VERY EARLY" comments. Haha, really, it cracked me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Paper 1 was alright or so I guess. I wrote for 3 + pages. Sherlock Holmes effect of crime. It worked greatly. All I can think about was murder. Just to make it more dramatic, I added rape too. Brutal much. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Paper 2 was the real killer. I mean the Comprehension is. I didn't give a damn about the summary after I wrote it and counted the words. I didn't turn to it at all ! The story given was so .. POOPY. What's up with all those virtual stuffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I imagined they put the "THE FUTURE" as a theme because there're UFOs too. So much for Technology! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;During the break, I got my maths paper result and as expected, it was a fail. 14/35. HA HA. How nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So then, I was planning to go for Maths remedial but I guess it ain't possible with me alone, so after a little talk with Nam Hyun about the English Paper, I headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I'm the Prince and you're my royal bride, Kate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-6256622997013916361?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6256622997013916361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=6256622997013916361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6256622997013916361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/6256622997013916361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/prince-and-kate-why-kaitlyn-thou-hast.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEyMG3am1S4/TbrFCyH_III/AAAAAAAAAuw/-5GfoHCNGBE/s72-c/ss-110429-wedding-ceremony-35_ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2268940558355567490</id><published>2011-04-27T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:52:48.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;reaching a fever&lt;br /&gt;pitch and it's bringing me out the dark, Finally I can see&lt;br /&gt;you crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us, they keep me&lt;br /&gt;thinking that we&lt;br /&gt;almost had it all, I can't help feeling we could have had&lt;br /&gt;it all, rolling in the&lt;br /&gt;deep, you had my heart inside your hand and you&lt;br /&gt;played it to the beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I can't help thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Videntur demens hic rursus sumus&lt;br /&gt;Ludus eumdem senem plastic smile&lt;br /&gt;Ne unquam&lt;br /&gt;Hiding DOLOR meum, hie confringes domo vitrea&lt;br /&gt;Quam voluntatem sum ANTICIPO vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Ego ostendam sit, scire quisquam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depicta est vita post personam&lt;br /&gt;Circus ACCERSITUS clown&lt;br /&gt;Taedet me in choro canticum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Genesis charade semper agnoscere&lt;br /&gt;Quam certum est nuntius mei esse ...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I never thought I would give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MMMHHHHH.. WHY'S THIS FONT SO SMALL. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No NP :D Best NO-CCA ~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love books to read.&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/7261766529007591098-2268940558355567490?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2268940558355567490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2268940558355567490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2268940558355567490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2268940558355567490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-fire-starting-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-2895235044072518395</id><published>2011-04-26T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:36:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay! So right I'm here ! Nothing else was up! Not even a thing to tell Christin ! Imagine the monotony of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she surprised me with her know-it-all €&amp;shy;122 calculator.. HOW COULD ANYONE ALLOW THAT. I mean, wot the heck. But she said everyone need tht to solve problems. Suddenly, my maths problems become a little speck =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so, let's see, HT and I sang sort-of-out-of-tune-ET today.. Thank goodness it's open air, who knows, walls can be broken too. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exam is on Friday and I am still while-ing my time away here.. THanks to all those mixed obsession coming back to me at one time ! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come one at a time man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I would be like-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Legolas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Elves"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ben"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sherlock Holmes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on youtube.. and those chains never really end .. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently I'm addicted to this song by Adele called "Rolling in the Deep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris introduced me to a cover of it and it was sooo NICE. I like it better than the original, lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuzmZS1Y8Ho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuzmZS1Y8Ho&lt;/a&gt; She plays with the Piano. Professional much! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a&lt;br /&gt;fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Finally, I can see you crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out&lt;br /&gt;and a I'll lay your ship bare,&lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave with every piece of you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever&lt;br /&gt;pitch and it's bring me out the dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us,&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking&lt;br /&gt;that we almost had it all,&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We could have had&lt;br /&gt;it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told,&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one on&lt;br /&gt;you and I'm gonna make your head burn,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your&lt;br /&gt;despair,&lt;br /&gt;Make a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The scars of your love&lt;br /&gt;remind me of us,&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help&lt;br /&gt;feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We could&lt;br /&gt;have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your&lt;br /&gt;hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Throw your soul through every open door,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings&lt;br /&gt;to find what you look for,&lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,&lt;br /&gt;You'll&lt;br /&gt;pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-2895235044072518395?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2895235044072518395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=2895235044072518395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2895235044072518395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/2895235044072518395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-so-right-im-here-nothing-else-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-5203814009097619709</id><published>2011-04-26T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:27:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I would have.. but you don't care to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-5203814009097619709?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5203814009097619709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=5203814009097619709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5203814009097619709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/5203814009097619709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4726123302803647704</id><published>2011-04-25T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:14:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Fake. Illusion. Delusion. Whatever you call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;--- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;You, Parasite, faker, actor, harlot, User. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;You, User, Parsite, Deserter, One with a HIDEOUS creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;You, untrustworthy, though lovely, deserter, indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;You, Self centred, though sheltered, never hears of anyone chatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;You, Selfish, Spoiler, Spoilsport, User, Deserter, Parasite, Untrustworthy, Actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;All Blood suckers. How much will you take before the victim is empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hah, take take, take wot you can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;If it's real, it would not allow itself to be taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Tut, tut ! Tis a test! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;But evil! Evil ! It would allow none to pass ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;So I will have to walk alone thus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Tut, tut !&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/7261766529007591098-4726123302803647704?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4726123302803647704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4726123302803647704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4726123302803647704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4726123302803647704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/fake.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-1799838567811100169</id><published>2011-04-24T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:16:17.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,&lt;br /&gt;He rode between the&lt;br /&gt;barley-sheaves,&lt;br /&gt;The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;And flamed upon&lt;br /&gt;the brazen greaves&lt;br /&gt;Of bold Sir Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;A red-cross knight for ever&lt;br /&gt;kneel'd&lt;br /&gt;To a lady in his shield,&lt;br /&gt;That sparkled on the yellow field,&lt;br /&gt;Beside remote Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-Lady of Shalott, Sir Alfred Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Really, Don't say it. I don't need to hear it. I will hear none of it if you allow me to do so. That's a total fine. Oh, also, don't SAY things REPEATEDLY when you don't even MEAN it just for the sake of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-1799838567811100169?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1799838567811100169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=1799838567811100169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1799838567811100169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/1799838567811100169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/bow-shot-from-her-bower-eaves-he-rode.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-987164394542394866</id><published>2011-04-22T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:29:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am working on a poem and putting much effort on it (: But it's taking forever because I keep getting distracted.. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-987164394542394866?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/987164394542394866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=987164394542394866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/987164394542394866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/987164394542394866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-working-on-poem-and-putting-much.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261766529007591098.post-4098365647359104624</id><published>2011-04-21T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:59:14.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoFpLoIs1rU/TbBFrfGBK2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/yZYRNnwZ_IY/s1600/ATT244626.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Male or Female? You might not know this...but a lot of non-living objects are actually either male or female. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEZER BAGS: They are male, because they hold everything in...but you can see right through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOCOPIERS: These are female, because once turned off...it takes a while to warm them up again. They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed...but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong Buttons.&lt;br /&gt;TYRES: Tyres are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR BALLOONS: Also a male object... because to get them to go anywhere.....you have to light a fire under their arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGES: These are female...because they are soft......squeezable and retain water.&lt;br /&gt;WEB PAGES: Female...because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on.&lt;br /&gt;TRAINS: Definitely male... because they always use the same old lines for picking up people.&lt;br /&gt;EGG TIMERS: Egg timers are female because....over time...all the weight shifts to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;HAMMERS: Male.... because in the last 5000 years.....they've hardly changed at all...and are occasionally handy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;THE REMOTE CONTROL: Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male...but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it...and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push...he just keeps trying ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the high rate of attacks on women in secluded carparks ... especially during evening hours ... the Edinburgh City Council has established a 'Women Only' carpark at the Tesco shopping centre. Even the parking attendants are exclusively female so that a comfortable and safe environment is created for patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the first picture available of this world-first women-only parking lot in Edinburgh................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598050950204959586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoFpLoIs1rU/TbBFrfGBK2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/yZYRNnwZ_IY/s320/ATT244626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOLS. Sometimes, I just love my mails XD keep sending them peeps! Share your laughter ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261766529007591098-4098365647359104624?l=th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4098365647359104624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261766529007591098&amp;postID=4098365647359104624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4098365647359104624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261766529007591098/posts/default/4098365647359104624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-enchanted-mirror.blogspot.com/2011/04/male-or-female-you-might-not-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>KANYAW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050899164200835796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoFpLoIs1rU/TbBFrfGBK2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/yZYRNnwZ_IY/s72-c/ATT244626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
