<?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-4861858929278574335</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:11:34.915+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Jym (Church)'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Noise'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1139986773299594431</id><published>2008-07-10T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:33:37.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Devastation</title><content type='html'>Hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ruined. My maid's gone and I've been crying so much I don't even know why anymore. Goodbye world, I'm off to hit the sack. This week has been too tiring a week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me ): I need all the love and support in the world, now that my maid of [correction of previous post's info] 12 years is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major tests coming up next week. I just am in no mood to blog anymore. Work has been a major priority for once. I hope I do not have any breakdown in the midst of all the roller-coaster emotions and preparation for tests. I know Brenda told me to enjoy my secondary school years because such relaxed years will not come by easily again, but in my school, relaxing is not really an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody counsel me D; I don't know what gibberish I'm spouting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, I need my beauty sleep. Updates to come much later when I've finally put myself back together and sorted out my thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-1139986773299594431?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1139986773299594431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1139986773299594431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1139986773299594431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1139986773299594431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/07/devastation.html' title='Devastation'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-147421699610253328</id><published>2008-07-04T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:48:39.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Better to have loved and lost</title><content type='html'>Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. (Losing doesn't have to be a bad thing, as long as you don't lose your mind for eternity as well, but instead gain insights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend, second mother, confidant, helper and (last but least of all) maid of 13.5 years, has breast cancer. She's called Auntie Esther.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; devastated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have since, however, gotten over the trauma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm doing my best to make her last days here, officially as a domestic helper but in my heart as an angel, as comfortable and happy as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll never forget her, even after she flies back to home sweet home in Philippines on 9th July.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God, please keep her in Your loving, caring, warm, strong Fatherly arms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll need Your help to piece my life back together too, God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll also need &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; help too, but even without &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;, I know you'll always be there for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been feeling like a mother to my kid-in-question of 49 years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Positive side: It's good training for being an effective, supportive and basically awesome mother in future :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened. 'O' Level Chinese Oral this year, because I take Higher Chinese. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would turn out. Choir practices during last week of June holidays from 8.30am-5pm (Mon-Fri) and 8.30am-1pm (Sat) AND Choir practices for first week of school everyday from after school ended till 6pm was tiiiii-ringgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I survived and I'm sure the coming weeks won't get any easier to deal with but I will survive again. Vicious cycle, but I'm gonna deal with exams heads-on (pun intended)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIATUS, for the sake of one after so many hectic weeks and more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all in the same predicament and go for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-147421699610253328?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/147421699610253328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=147421699610253328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/147421699610253328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/147421699610253328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-to-have-loved-and-lost.html' title='Better to have loved and lost'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3927736158868447092</id><published>2008-06-22T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:07:47.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>June Holiday Homework</title><content type='html'>14 June&lt;br /&gt;Just saw Lingli's blog, realised that I seriously need this list on the top until 23rd June to remind me of the horrible amount of HW to be done whenever I come blog. Problem is, I don't know the full list of things to be done. Ah, I'll survive anyhow, I hope D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE HOLIDAY HOMEWORK. BE MAD OR BE SQUARED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Comprehension Exercise&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HCL Book Reviews (x5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CL 'O' Level Book (Papers 1-6)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A. Math Exercise 4.3, 4.7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A. Math Exercise Mindmap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;A. Math Quizzes on Heymath&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Literature Essay (800-1000 words)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physics Moments Worksheet&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics Tests on AsknLearn &lt;strong&gt;(x2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E. Math Assignment 6 &amp;amp; 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;E. Math Lessons on Heymath&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;E. Math Notes to be filled in&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;E. Math Worksheets (x5)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E. Math Textbook Questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E. Math TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies SEQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies Filing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Revision for Block Test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Worksheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Revision of SPA stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure there are more, but I just pray I'll be able to get these done first and still even have time for a breather. AHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3927736158868447092?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3927736158868447092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3927736158868447092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3927736158868447092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3927736158868447092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-holiday-homework.html' title='June Holiday Homework'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-4329710240466187822</id><published>2008-06-22T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:22:12.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>It's A Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>OMG SCHOOL IS STARTING TOMORROW AND I STILL HAVE TRUCKLOADS OF HOLIDAY HOMEWORK TO FINISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CHOIR TILL 6PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO SLEEP ASAP IN ORDER TO WAKE UP BY 5.45AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY PLEASE SHOOT/SLAP/PINCH/KICK/POUR WATER ON ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-4329710240466187822?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/4329710240466187822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=4329710240466187822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/4329710240466187822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/4329710240466187822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-crazy-life.html' title='It&apos;s A Crazy Life'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1866847333787679406</id><published>2008-06-21T18:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:41:05.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's Just Too Little Too Late</title><content type='html'>6:14PM&lt;br /&gt;Yes it IS too late, but I'm glad it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY &lt;em&gt;STARTING&lt;/em&gt; ON MY &lt;strong&gt;800-1000 WORDS&lt;/strong&gt; LITERATURE ESSAY, :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to work, just wanted to let everyone know I have finally reached another milestone in my very slow holiday homework progress :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35PM&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy pig. I have finally finished my introduction and I am uber happy with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME! This isn't as difficult as it seemed. Maybe it was just the overwhelming numbers of 800-1000 that put me off, but if I didn't try, I would never have known that it actually isn't THAT bad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for dinner now though. I pray my train of thoughts does not derail during dinner and I do not come home and sleep off the vast amount of food I plan to indulge in. Did I mention that I took a way-too-long nap of 2 hours just now when I should have started on my Lit essay? Now you know why I've only just started ;) Ahh well, the pigging days are soon going to be over so I was just maximising them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have late nights soon, thanks to tests, work, work, work and more choir D: Bah. HOWEVER, I feel much better today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who cheered me up! :]&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-1866847333787679406?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1866847333787679406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1866847333787679406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1866847333787679406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1866847333787679406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-just-too-little-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s Just Too Little Too Late'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-9041164176142111511</id><published>2008-06-20T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:53:19.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>So so angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM JUST SO ANGRY, I DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD LOVE TO BE HAPPY AGAIN AND LMAO WITH MY GOOD BUDDIES ONCE SCHOOL REOPENS. HOWEVER, THE FACT THAT TESTS ARE ALL AROUND US AND SEEM TO HAVE SUCH A DAUNTING PRESENCE IN OUR LIVES, MAKES IT SO DIFFICULT TO LAUGH NOWADAYS. IT'S NOT THE TESTS THAT AFFECT ME. IT'S THE FACT THAT I'M NOT STUDYING FOR THEM AND THE THOUGHT THAT IT'S COMING SOON THAT MAKES ME SO ANGRY. WHAT HAPPENED TO A HAPPY CHILDHOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A SLAVE TO ACADEMICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO CANNOT STAND PEOPLE WHO KEEP GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW GOOD THEY ARE WHEN IT COMES TO DANCING. I AM ANGRY MUCH MUCH MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Derrick for that little reminder on how to lead and about shining God's light but I think the road ahead is only going to get bumpier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow I don't lose my cool and scream at any of my juniors or I am SO GONNA BE KICKED OUT OF MY POSITION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-9041164176142111511?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/9041164176142111511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=9041164176142111511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/9041164176142111511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/9041164176142111511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-so-angry.html' title='So so angry'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-228333632465378575</id><published>2008-06-20T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:32:15.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Why Do The Pretty People Get Everything</title><content type='html'>I think I know why so many people nip/tuck nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir has proven a few theories I had conjured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people who are sexy (okay maybe not)/pretty/glamorous/popular/good at dancing almost always get to star in &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; in the concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people who are in positions of power always tend to speak too much (or just insensitive stuff). Even those who aren't in big positions speak way too much. (And in this case, yes, those people who are in 'power' are pretty and have loads of guy friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are put in unique and 'cool', 'new' positions of power always want to show off their unique talent and act all smart about the steps. However, unknown to their very smart brains, other dorks who aren't so coordinated need TIME to actually get their steps right. They would also appreciate it if the smarties didn't dance the steps in their faces to prove they can do it and those who can't, can't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I can't stand certain people in choir, I don't know how I will survive the corporate/working world, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, a junior in my section rolled her eyes at me today. However, even after she apologised (albeit rather unsincerely), I was still angry/upset. What damage is done is done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, what has happened to the respect and looking-up-to of seniors? Do the juniors actually realise how difficult a job it is for us to guide and lead them? I am so tempted to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I QUIT!"&lt;/span&gt; for one day and let them take over to realise the very bad vibes they always send through their body language and faces. One day, I hope they will realise how much we have had to tolerate and clam our teeth to tolerate their insolent behaviour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You won't imagine; &lt;strong&gt;they don't even open their mouths to sing&lt;/strong&gt;, don't bring across any emotions that the song is suppose to portray, don't even want to be there, at choir practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't care where they'd rather be. It's not like anyone even loves to be there as well, right? (Maybe only those cough-super-cough-enthu ones.) If this is the rate of progress our juniors are going at, I am worried and sorry for them and Mrs Goh, for then they will really tire Mrs Goh out without us around, and they would have to bear the brunt of her rarely-surfacing-but-nasty-when-it-does wrath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why exhaustion has been keeping me company nowadays. I try to kick it off but my parents aren't making it easier for me. Right now, they are chasing me relentless to get my bum at the dinner table and EAT. I mean, I AM TRYING TO RELIEVE SOME STRESS/SORENESS and there they are nagging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagging is the mother of all irritations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&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/4861858929278574335-228333632465378575?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/228333632465378575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=228333632465378575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/228333632465378575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/228333632465378575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-pretty-people-get-everything.html' title='Why Do The Pretty People Get Everything'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-532291327156029348</id><published>2008-06-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:18:00.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>When All Seems Dire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey Eugenie, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeap, lo and behold, this post is dedicated to you. I know I can go on and on about how boring and horrible my life is, but I trust that is not what you need to read now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y'know, when friends are angry or upset, I feel it too, I'm sure you understand. Today, being tired out after choir and cell group outing, I came back and so happened to decide to read your latest blog entries. Woman, they sound either a tad angry or upset. That is so depressing! I mean, we're all in this together, yea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buck up man, we can do this. I know when I say this, it's also to encourage myself. I mean, when talking about determination and all, I'm not really any better than you when it comes to studies and getting homework done. I don't know, sometimes I just feel that NO! this is not what I want to do. I want to do greater things, and start now. But you see, the big things start from the accumulation of the small achievements. And THAT, is why parents pay so much attention to our grades now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure you know why we have to do this. You also know that some people just always seem to be successful in every other subject except failing. Sometimes I think "life is not fair" but as everyone says, it never is. I also know from your entry that you find it a struggle nowadays. You want to do well, but it just doesn't get any easier. Well, it never has for any of us. Just remember that we have to just chiong this section of our lives, then take a break after Os, and move on to "greater things". It's a progression, and we can't escape it. We're not geniuses who just jump grades all the way to university at 15 years old. Anyway, those who do don't have a life, yea? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just take things one step at a time, take things in your stride, okay? Don't let such inanimate objects affect you so much! Just crash through all the holiday homework, and when school starts (hopefully we're still seating partners), we will help each other through those horrid study routines and all. Whatever you're going through now, believe me, I experience 80% of it, and sometimes I don't even care. The fact that you do, is a good sign. Just keep having the desire and want to do better. I'm sure with the psychological aspect dealt with, the physical one will be overcome. Be confident in yourself!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least (although I can really keep going on like a grandmother,) stop swearing! What does swearing bring to you? Relief?! Joy?! I don't get it, what do you achieve from swearing? Letting everyone else know you are very pissed? Letting everyone know your anger vocab is limited to the F word? Well, one thing I would like to admit but still share to encourage you is, nowadays, the only swear word I say (once in a BLUE moon) is OH SHIT, but even then I try to say OH SHOOT instead. Trust me, swearing is NO GOOD, at all. I used to swear a lot too, but after I decided to drop it once and for all after a teaching in church, I feel so much lighter, so much less angry. Besides, finding other words to replace swear ones is good for your vocab. Like for instance, you can say: I am extremely perturbed and flabbergasted at your behaviour and I would like to say I am very cross with you :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just an example, though I think just saying shit or shoot makes for very good progress already :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember I'm here for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Yiann&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-532291327156029348?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/532291327156029348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=532291327156029348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/532291327156029348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/532291327156029348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-all-seems-dire.html' title='When All Seems Dire'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3117962631789583109</id><published>2008-06-19T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:16:26.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jym (Church)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Just Tell Em We're Survivors</title><content type='html'>Okay, today was fine overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad part was dealing with juniors that we rude. I mean seriously, we never treated our seniors like that. I am beginning to feel that they think they can do everything themselves and take us for granted. Must kick that feeling soon or I'll go into the music room sad everytime there is choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good part was all that music during practice cheered me up and we had cell outing today. Just a little meal in Claudia's quaint, cosy home and a few rounds of taboo was good for my tired soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted from all the late-nights due to the DVD marathon for The Seventh Day. I must tell Kai Xin how much I liked it and how I detested the ending too when I see her on Sunday. WELCOME BACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also exhausted from all the shouting during tribal songs for choir practices. I have to admit I'm losing my voice so I resort to straining it even further to get the accurate notes out. I think I am going to snap. Not in the anger department, but in the exhaustion department. Wanted to find another word for it, but due to the tiredness, I failed to. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still finish majority of my holiday homework on time. I pray I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3117962631789583109?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3117962631789583109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3117962631789583109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3117962631789583109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3117962631789583109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-tell-em-were-survivors.html' title='Just Tell Em We&apos;re Survivors'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-7776780254331019902</id><published>2008-06-17T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:41:18.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Is There More To Life?</title><content type='html'>I am currently mugging. Seriously mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having the distraction blasting right in my face is more effective than hiding away from it. I can't do work in my bedroom, one floor above, when I'm thinking of the TVB Drama 'The Seventh Day' I'm currently marathon-ing on the computer. So, unexpectedly, in order to watch the show sneakily, I brought my work down. Initially, I was really distracted because I kept watching and etc, you know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howeverrr, after the disc's episodes ended, I resolved to listening to the theme song on repeat and doing my work at the same time. It works :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me, now I shall continue work until 11.15pm then let myself watch the show peacefully without any regrets, and maybe sleep late :) Hope I can wake up on time tomorrow. Today I did and got to the bus stop early, but still ended up late for choir because 156 took 25 mins to arrive. Was pretty upset ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir again tomorrow from 8.30pm to 5pm. I will survive, even if we're so close but yet so far from the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEP TALK: WORK TIME GIRL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, and take care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-7776780254331019902?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/7776780254331019902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=7776780254331019902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/7776780254331019902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/7776780254331019902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-there-more-to-life.html' title='Is There More To Life?'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3048965944813122580</id><published>2008-06-14T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:43:26.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A Pig's Life</title><content type='html'>I am currently feeling sad for myself. Here's what happened- Nothing much, but that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30am Slept&lt;br /&gt;2pm Woke up, bathed&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm Ate Lunch+breakfast, literally that much...&lt;br /&gt;2.50pm Slept on maid's bed cause i felt super tired I decided to not even sleep on my own (upstairs)&lt;br /&gt;4pm Woke up&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm Computer&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm Drank green tea while still in front of computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even reading a story that's a page long is more exciting than living my life. I feel like a big fat pig now D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3048965944813122580?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3048965944813122580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3048965944813122580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3048965944813122580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3048965944813122580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/pigs-life.html' title='A Pig&apos;s Life'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-6338805911962110110</id><published>2008-06-13T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:53:00.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>It's... Hairspray!</title><content type='html'>Went to cousin's house to join in the fun in the morning when the groom fetches the bride and has to do silly 'sabos' or so her friends called them, before he can enter the house. Was pretty entertaining, just that I hope my future husband would not have to go through such harrassment (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had my hair done in Holland V at about 1pm, it was really good :) I like my fringe now! However, I think I am now suffering from hairspray-in-your-face poisoning! D: The guy who helped the girl do my hair when she started struggling sprayed so much hairspray I had to keep holding my breath. Now, although the hairspray does smell nice, I feel like a skunk because I feel like vomiting at my own smell. I think it's the overload of perfume-ish smells on my head. Like as if a huge lump of perfume was slapped onto my scalp. I'm sure you know the nauseous feeling when someone who bathes herself in perfume walks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howeverrr... This hairstyle I just got has got to be the prettiest! Pity my hair (and their follicles!) though, they kept backcombing to make it puffy that I think the cells all died from the friction D: Now my head hurts. I have a feeling it's due to the excessive inhalation of hairspray (despite holding my breath so often, like when ladies want to fit into corsets!). Overall, it was fun seeing the transformation of my girl-next-door hairrr. Photos to come after my cousin's wedding dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and photos of the church camp, LATER :) When I finally catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now, gotta get dressed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Daddy's coming back from Brazil in 1.5 days' time :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-6338805911962110110?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/6338805911962110110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=6338805911962110110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6338805911962110110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6338805911962110110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hairspray.html' title='It&apos;s... Hairspray!'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-8535131123288359082</id><published>2008-06-12T23:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:20:30.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jym (Church)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Weary days ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sad yet I feel accomplished at the same time. Church camp was really good, enjoyed the sermons much. The accomplished feeling comes from shopping :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One thing that stood out for me is how we should know God's heart and that way,&lt;br /&gt;we love His word and trust it, therefore following it closely when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;our actions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highlight of this camp was one of the activities I would never have expected myself to do. I jogged in the gym with Phoebe and Charlotteee. I cannot even believe myself. Usually I would pig out on the bed watching TV shows or play games during free time instead of JOGGING ON A TREADMILL. I have got to say that's one of the most boring things to do. I don't know, I just find running on the spot and staring out of the window for really long is just weird. Howeverrrr, I felt quite nice and fit after that, well at least fitter than if I were to pig out on the bed watching TV and eating chips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe, Charlotte and I really did serious girl talk during this camp. It was quite refreshing, because everyone opened up and we laughed quite a bit :) Never knew Charlotte had so much to say, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What she has said tonight is more than what she has said in the many years that&lt;br /&gt;we have known her!" was what Phoebe exclaimed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I agree :) Oh well, better late than never. We also went to the sauna!! It was really really good, just steaming there like xiaolongbaos and feeling so refreshed when we stepped out into the air-conditioned place. Being in a sauna is the only time when sweating in a pleasure for me. Because you just need to pig out there and wait to be steamed whereas jogging-sweat requires um, well, jogging. And I cannot stand jogging :( Ever since I became 14 and went into the pig phase. There is seriously one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, church camp was really good, and I loved the sermons by the pastors from DUMChurch. I always remember that name now because they used the DUMC acronym for "Don't Underestimate My Church" and some other one which I really can't remember but it's along the lines of "Distinctly Unique Methodist Church". Their sermons' key messages came at the perfect timing, so thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to share though, Daddy got robbed in Brazil. 4 to 5 people surrounded him and his French colleague and only pickpocketed him. What luck! I take it as robbery though, because what could my Dad do? Fight all of them? Tsk, no way. So, he was in a way, cornered :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially do not like Brazil anymore. Maybe the dresses, but nothing else of it! Rawr. Any place that hurts my Dad hurts me and makes me pissed too! ): Hrrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay will update some other day (hopefully in the near future, with pictures too!) because I should be sleeping by now, my cousin's wedding is tomorrow and I need to wake up early in the morning to follow them around! Oh my goodness :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Truckloads of work are waiting for me to clear them :O Pray for me! I feel super scared now because there's too much, yet too little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-8535131123288359082?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/8535131123288359082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=8535131123288359082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8535131123288359082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8535131123288359082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/weary-days-ahead.html' title='Weary days ahead'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3642779010641117676</id><published>2008-06-07T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:48:43.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jym (Church)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>What I Just Realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just some random ramblings, hang in there! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just read Claudia's blog, and she did mention something that I've been thinking about for sooo long, ever since my nephews came into existence- Becoming a mommy. Well, surprising or not, yes, I want to be a mommy. I know I'm not even 15 yet, but that feeling of wanting to be a mommy- and a good, inspirational, supportive one at that- just kicks in ever so often. I have no idea why, but I always think of what would happen in a life of marriage and having kids. I don't know, I just feel happy I'm a woman and I can have babies :) Okay ignore me if I sound paedophile-ish now. Oops! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revelation IV tonight at church! Quite looking forward to catching up with church people (before going to Malaysia tomorrow for shopping!) and just soaking in the atmosphere of God and love. Everytime I go for such church events, I just feel there's a nice sense of home, and my heart is recharged, like AA batteries :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As mentioned above, I'm going to Malaysia, Truly Asiaaa! :D For shopping nonetheless, and I'm really looking forward to some pretty good bargains and all. I can picture myself downing loads of food like a monster, and scrambling to store after store, with loads of shopping bags in tow :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church camp thereafter (also in M'sia), we will head to the location after 2 days of shopping! :D I'm really looking forward to swimming and if my ahem comes, I am going to be so fuming, exasperatingly mad. I can't wait to be out in the sun. Hoping they have loads of sunshine in Malaysia, because after so many days of rain and gloom in Singapore (though not exactly a bad thing), some bright cheery sights would do me good :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have so much more holiday homework to finish (and I'm hoping my parents don't stumble across my blog and see this), it's just such a headacheee D: I just had to be super smart and leave the essays to the end of the holidays to finish em up ): Very bad move. Oh well, I shall just crash through everything Yiann-style and hope I'll still be in one piece after that. And no, John, you are not gonna make me stop doing work :) Too bad, you won't be able to while I'm in Malaysia anyway, or the amount shown on your phone bill will be a very pleasant surprise indeed :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't packed a single thingum into my luggage, and I'm leaving tomorrow morning at 6am. This just goes to show I'm over-confident at packing and I'm just bound to forget something while crashing through packing ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conclusion: I have to go crash through everything now. So I have to get my bum off this chair now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll update the moment I come back, hopefully with nice pictures of shopping and the church camp in Malaysia! Will be back by 12th of June, nighttime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonjour, tata!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3642779010641117676?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3642779010641117676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3642779010641117676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3642779010641117676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3642779010641117676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-just-realized.html' title='What I Just Realized'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-6048568575008058231</id><published>2008-06-04T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:54:30.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jym (Church)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm that silly</title><content type='html'>I actually took the MRT that was going the opposite direction. Talk about "preoccupied" and just plain "silly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have excuses :D I was pretty mad with my brother for uh, like, finishing almost my WHOLE stockpile of food for the holidays?! He eats like a robot, I swear. And the problem is he's still not fat at all. And everyone knows how much food I stockpile hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the direction I was supposed to go towards was Jurong East but I go towards Pasir Ris more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Dover's MRT tracks are right smack side by side, separating the waiting platforms. But that doesn't affect anything because in my case, I only realised I was on the wrong train after I got on (THE DOORS ALREADY CLOSED D:), and heard the announcement: Next stop, Buona Vista. My jaw would have dropped if not for the people already staring at me because of FBTs. If I was on the right train, the announcement would have just been: Next stop, Clementi. Yea I was so dumbfounded when I realised HOW BODOH I WAS!! Claudia (whom I was going to meet to develop the cool pictures of my church cell with) said that it was quite cute hahaha. Doubt it has really happened to anyone, unless maybe when they were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip took me 20 mins instead of 5 mins. All thanks to plain stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Sayang Sayang on Channel 5 and I love the show!! I think the cast is quite cool. That "Sayang" son whom Tan Kheng Hua acts as a mother to, is quite hunky and good-looking, hahaha. However, he's such a playboy omg! Doesn't look Taiwanese at all though -.- Oh I love Michelle Chong's acting! She dares to be unglam and all, being a pork seller's daughter and not bothering about how horrible she looks when she's acting out her role. Kudos to her!! I think that Taiwanese "Sayang" and Michelle Chong look really good together, hmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all the update I have for today. I'm sure my dumbness didn't fail to amuse you.&lt;br /&gt;HITTING THE BOOKS! :D (&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-6048568575008058231?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/6048568575008058231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=6048568575008058231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6048568575008058231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6048568575008058231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-im-that-silly.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m that silly'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1821367846143326665</id><published>2008-06-03T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:43:16.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Lazybug has bitten!</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I find it so hard to do work downstairs, in a room with the desktop computer right beside me. It's like a carrot dangling in front of me, urging me to take a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME PHYCHO-ING TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiann, you only have 4 more days to actually finish a decent amount of holiday homework. GET STARTED, BY GETTING YOUR BUM OFF THIS CHAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the books, I've had enough of gluing my face to the computer screen. Maybe you could do me a favour by scolding me to work whenever you see me online on Msn too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOKSSSS HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-1821367846143326665?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1821367846143326665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1821367846143326665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1821367846143326665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1821367846143326665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazybug-has-bitten.html' title='Lazybug has bitten!'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-2778379879340075074</id><published>2008-06-03T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:18:20.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Bland and boring</title><content type='html'>The title of my post is self-explanatory on what my life has been for the past 2 days. The only interesting things that happened was going to Paragon and walking into the crazily over-priced shop alldressedup to check out their pretty dresses. One simple dress, that I can safely say even I can piece together with my sewing skills, was like 600+ bucks. Unless the person who buys it wears it 60+ times, I see no point in buying such a simple dress. Honestly, that one piece of cloth is so expensive. I know I'm moaning for the sake of doing so (and because I don't think I would be able to afford it) but I just think that consumer goods, especially clothes, are getting way-out-of-hand expensive nowadays. However, Hermes scarves are way more versatile and made of silk, so the price is expected. Besides, it's branded. Who even remembers now that last time our 'ancestors' used to wear only pieces of animal skin that barely covered themselves? I never realised the extent of 'inflation' and the exorbitant prices until I went all around in search of a dress for my cousin's wedding dinner (yes, my mom refused to have a dress tailor-made for me D:). However, I'm glad the search has ended because whenever I saw a dress I really liked that was too beyond the budget, my heart would sink yet again. I bought the dress yesterday but I didn't really like it and surprisingly my mom liked it so much she decided to buy it for me even though it was above the budget. I prefer the less expensive but more elegant tube and bubble champagne coloured dress. Up to now I still can't forget that beautiful cut and the way it fit me so nicely. In the end I was quite angry. I don't know why but I just thought that my mom was being quite inconsistent in her thinking. At first when she was apprehensive about the way a tailor-made dress would turn out, she kept so strictly to the budget. Then, when we found a ready-made dress that looked a bit bla and ladeedaa on me, she liked it so much she decided to raise the budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main questions I really wanted to ask her was: Is it me or you who's going to wear this dress and feel all happy and pretty in it? Even if it's your money, you're not going to wear the dress so shouldn't you trust me to make my own decisions with that money (and not be so strict about the budget just to get your way)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret listening to her and buying that dress because it was so expensive and I don't really like it at all. It's her money, so it's her loss for having decided to buy me something I don't really want anyway. I don't care what ugly clothes she buys for herself with all that money but all I know is, you want to buy me a dress, for goodness sake, listen to what I really want to buy me the happiness your money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-2778379879340075074?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/2778379879340075074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=2778379879340075074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/2778379879340075074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/2778379879340075074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/06/bland-and-boring.html' title='Bland and boring'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3938979992576911445</id><published>2008-05-31T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:35:20.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Oh My Freak D:</title><content type='html'>Okay, Min Wei is not letting the bag out of the cat. Oops. I mean, the cat out of the bag. We all know who the new chairman is :) BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHO THE CO-CHAIR IS. A lousy co-chair influences the chairperson (not that Min Wei's gonna be badly influenced, right??). Experienced that before, never want it to happen again. OMG MIN WEI JUST TOLD ME. Aiya it's pretty expected :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, concerning me- I'm like, a section leader. Brittany should have gotten it D: Farisha knows how horrible I am at side-reading. I sing like a pitchless freak whenever I side-read. I think she finds me ridiculous. Oh well, at least I got a post I guess. Anyway, section leader could only go to Brittany or I, because Jesslyn's a prefect already and the only other Sec 4 next year's Mel Khor who's too busy with swimming. Dad was trying to use that 'at least you got something' phrase to comfort me. How nice of him, sigh. I feel no different, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a good day for me. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to add to my bad day, my brother scolded me for spoiling the DVD player when it was the remote control's batteries' fault. Sometimes I wish I could migrate away after getting married (haha who wants me huh?) and change my name to get him out of my life. I know that sounds so so bad, but if you don't know the details of my circumstances, blasting me in my face would not be recommended. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I Had A Bad Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3938979992576911445?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3938979992576911445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3938979992576911445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3938979992576911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3938979992576911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-freak-d.html' title='Oh My Freak D:'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-679257651997047863</id><published>2008-05-31T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:16:42.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong</title><content type='html'>I just watched P.S. I Love You today! It's a movie based on the novel by the same name written by Cecelia Ahern. I read the book already and although the movie's quite different (not to mention awkward moments of sexual references...) it was meaningful, touching and entertaining. I only cried 2 times consecutively, only because it was supposed to be a romantic comedy and not so much of a sob story. I cried only towards the end when Holly received her last letter. I just felt it was so moving and the message was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-679257651997047863?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/679257651997047863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=679257651997047863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/679257651997047863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/679257651997047863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-go-wrong-will-go-wrong.html' title='What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-8247449331499986815</id><published>2008-05-31T12:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:18:10.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jym (Church)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Willow Board Put-Together &amp; Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;WILLOW! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbFngpAzI/AAAAAAAAARE/A00UjTaksS4/s1600-h/IMG_7140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402058792010546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbFngpAzI/AAAAAAAAARE/A00UjTaksS4/s320/IMG_7140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See that potential Kung Fu Disciple, Joy? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbGHgpA0I/AAAAAAAAARM/Q4Gt0xF3q_c/s1600-h/IMG_7141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402067381945154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbGHgpA0I/AAAAAAAAARM/Q4Gt0xF3q_c/s320/IMG_7141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pained face (after jumping a billion times hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402071676912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbGXgpA1I/AAAAAAAAARU/x09VATtRs9k/s320/IMG_7144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yay :D, but now I'm blocking Jun Xu's face ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402075971879778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbGngpA2I/AAAAAAAAARc/8CUrJ1czJ0M/s320/IMG_7147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, Kara's turn to block Yew Gin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbG3gpA3I/AAAAAAAAARk/UOoiLkjABxE/s1600-h/IMG_7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402080266847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbG3gpA3I/AAAAAAAAARk/UOoiLkjABxE/s320/IMG_7152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this :D Though I look like I was gonna drown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, so these are the photos taken with my camera yesterday that could almost have been perfect, but oh well. WE HAD FUN :D I think I look either pained or overly mad in most of them though hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially had fun playing and watching others play with my cool collection of ZiG markers that I brought along to design the board. Though we hardly used them, (except for Claudia to draw a million plans for the board, haha!), the games Jesse spontaneously invented put them to good use :D A pity I was so engrossed and tickled by the silliness of it all, I forgot to snap a few pictures D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think my group's board is gonna look the bestestestest!! :) The plans do sound quite simple but cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, gotta run off to do some Chemistry with Mom now D: Then I may be going to VideoEzy to rent DVDs and make a tailor-made dress for my cousin's wedding! Hope Mom will finally agree to get me a new water bottle or my throat will &lt;strong&gt;crackle and die ): &lt;/strong&gt;when I go back to school on the last week of the holidays for Choirrrr! ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go.... My favourite pictures of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LtoR&lt;/em&gt;: My personal photo for our special collage (I AM NOT YAWNING)! Claudia and I forming a L for a WILLOW photo collage :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDemHgpA5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/kjdUuvic7ek/s1600-h/IMG_7181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206405915672642450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDemHgpA5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/kjdUuvic7ek/s200/IMG_7181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDe1HgpA6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/5jBnqiJqMo8/s1600-h/IMG_7171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206406173370680226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDe1HgpA6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/5jBnqiJqMo8/s200/IMG_7171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-8247449331499986815?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/8247449331499986815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=8247449331499986815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8247449331499986815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8247449331499986815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/willow-board-put-together-photos.html' title='Willow Board Put-Together &amp; Photos!'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SEDbFngpAzI/AAAAAAAAARE/A00UjTaksS4/s72-c/IMG_7140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-435559828328481715</id><published>2008-05-30T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:26:29.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Is The World Dying, Drastically?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecTE6lXI-m0&amp;amp;watch_response"&gt;END OF THE WORLD VIDEO 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZUzFYwZlXA"&gt;END OF THE WORLD VIDEO 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No idea if these videos can be trusted, but well, they were shown on the History Channel.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite, intriguing channels. I can imagine you thinking "Oh, another Al Gore-ish video on the world's pathetic state" but don't, and give these videos a shot. All the images and phophecies are just so familiar. War, Tsunamis, Climate Change. Take a second to watch them and ponder, chew on the information. Is this world really dying? Do we really have anymore time to delay in preventing such a catastrophe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the way we should be living our lives from today onwards.&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/4861858929278574335-435559828328481715?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/435559828328481715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=435559828328481715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/435559828328481715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/435559828328481715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-world-dying-drastically.html' title='Is The World Dying, Drastically?'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-2008521014520521116</id><published>2008-05-29T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:19:21.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>If Ever You're In My Arms Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If Ever You're In My Arms Again&lt;br /&gt;Peabo Bryson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came so easy&lt;br /&gt;All the loving you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared&lt;br /&gt;And I still can remember&lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender&lt;br /&gt;It told me you cared&lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Until it was gone&lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;May be too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll never end&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seen clearly&lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me&lt;br /&gt;I still love you so&lt;br /&gt;There's something between us&lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us&lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go&lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't know it&lt;br /&gt;Till my life fell apart&lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never end&lt;br /&gt;The best of romances&lt;br /&gt;Deserve second chances&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I promise now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;It's just... So so so true,&lt;br /&gt;how I'm feeling right now is all encapsulated in this one song.&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of music isn't it &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-2008521014520521116?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/2008521014520521116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=2008521014520521116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/2008521014520521116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/2008521014520521116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-ever-youre-in-my-arms-again.html' title='If Ever You&apos;re In My Arms Again'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1284380566504193557</id><published>2008-05-29T17:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:59:21.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Look At This Photograph,</title><content type='html'>everytime it just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD56CHgpAtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gS8QhlRHxEU/s1600-h/IMG_7033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205732396081152722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD56CHgpAtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gS8QhlRHxEU/s400/IMG_7033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD54lXgpApI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7DwnrsLHI0Q/s1600-h/IMG_7041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205730802648285842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD54lXgpApI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7DwnrsLHI0Q/s200/IMG_7041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD54lngpAqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GDvWZKA7vKE/s1600-h/IMG_7042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205730806943253154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD54lngpAqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GDvWZKA7vKE/s200/IMG_7042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures I took on &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;3 May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New greenish slippers! and Charlie the old dawg chasing tail!&lt;br /&gt;He looks so crazy yet cute at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;em&gt;THEN&lt;/em&gt;, this is &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;. Notice he's &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; chasing his tail -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! my favourite almond pie's in the collage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD58LXgpAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4i9G8TwFXkc/s1600-h/IMG_7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205734754018198306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD58LXgpAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4i9G8TwFXkc/s400/IMG_7079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57nXgpAuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FQmQO24F4VY/s1600-h/IMG_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205734135542907618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57nXgpAuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FQmQO24F4VY/s200/IMG_7058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57nngpAvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XUiify1jUCs/s1600-h/IMG_7073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205734139837874930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57nngpAvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XUiify1jUCs/s200/IMG_7073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57n3gpAwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VbiJId56dAQ/s1600-h/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205734144132842242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57n3gpAwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VbiJId56dAQ/s200/IMG_7075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57oHgpAxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qJ48G-TVm8U/s1600-h/IMG_7076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205734148427809554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD57oHgpAxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qJ48G-TVm8U/s200/IMG_7076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do my neighbour's kids scream for &lt;em&gt;SO LONG&lt;/em&gt; like there is NO TOMORROW?! They're not even crying-screaming. But just fun-screaming! Stupidest thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course, they are stressed out teens/adults. Even &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;go to the seaside to scream. And it's not even fun-scream. It's &lt;strong&gt;stress-be-far-from-me-scream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go over with some masking tape if they don't shut up soon. I'm afraid I'll evolve into the next Michael Jackson (Just maybe much less pervertic). It's an out-of-control zoo over there. And now the dogs in the neighbourhood are joining in the noisy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh My Goodness. Holidays will never be the sameeee.&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/4861858929278574335-1284380566504193557?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1284380566504193557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1284380566504193557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1284380566504193557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1284380566504193557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-this-photograph.html' title='Look At This Photograph,'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD56CHgpAtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gS8QhlRHxEU/s72-c/IMG_7033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1666103247206126815</id><published>2008-05-29T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:03:28.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>American Idol Season 7 (Archie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thsS8rrfbFk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thsS8rrfbFk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YoPkJZkDxI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YoPkJZkDxI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhTMOwlzl9M&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhTMOwlzl9M&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favourite David Archuleta songs!&lt;br /&gt;They're really THE best :)&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/4861858929278574335-1666103247206126815?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1666103247206126815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1666103247206126815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Lovely quote and picture :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD5M2XgpAlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/J7xaZcO71LY/s1600-h/factandfiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's letting go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD5M2ngpAmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2r0uF-f5njI/s1600-h/vintagecam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205682720489407074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD5M2ngpAmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2r0uF-f5njI/s400/vintagecam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;brightens&lt;/span&gt; your day as much as it did mine! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-5159648361932193695?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/5159648361932193695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=5159648361932193695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/5159648361932193695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/5159648361932193695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-quote-and-picture.html' title='Lovely quote and picture :)'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SD5M2ngpAmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2r0uF-f5njI/s72-c/vintagecam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3987662670270899398</id><published>2008-05-29T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:13:41.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>When You're Down and Out</title><content type='html'>Hey there, I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 billion people in this world, we're lucky to have each other. So treasure those you have around you. It's not just by chance that they're in your life. And because I know that, &lt;u&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;/u&gt; to help you when you feel all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3987662670270899398?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3987662670270899398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3987662670270899398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3987662670270899398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3987662670270899398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-youre-down-and-out.html' title='When You&apos;re Down and Out'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-3142820758658875169</id><published>2008-05-29T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:00:09.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Unconventional alarm clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-3875040dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-3875040dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, today morning, at the weeee hours of 9am, Yiann woke up feeling well-rested.&lt;br /&gt;However, as my title suggests, I am going to talk about a few unconventional alarm clocks.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say unconventional, it means they just annoy you so much more than normal alarm clocks!!! It's like my room was flooded with alarm clocks today morning or something. Piled on me, piled on my floor, piled on my table, blue-tacked to the walls. Everywhere!!! All ringing at the count of 3. Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the only thing that could have such a surround system effect (that is sooo efficient cause I knew Iwas angry even before I woke up- it penetrated my dreams!!) was a combination of hacking glass downstairs to fix a window and construction works nearby. They may seem oh-so-harmless. But seriously, the hacking, zzzz-zzing and everything just seemed like a perfectly conducted orchestra of sinful noise. I was afraid my eardrums would collapse so I tried the method of stuffing a pillow on top of my head. Didn't work. Stuffing my pillow AND my quilt on top of my head. Uh-uh, still minimal help. Then I realised that my door, goodness, was wide open and so were my windows. (You can't blame me, I was just a half-dazed pissed off girl &lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;) So yes, I did a very sensible thing and closed the door and windows and switched on the air-con, diving back into bed. I felt so much better. But as you can tell, I was so annoyed and woken up I couldn't go back to sleep. Not that I really wanted to, because I figured waking up at 9am (after 8 hours of sleep) was a fine line between a normal human and a lazy pig. So yes, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised something: My mom was pretty smart to have only bothered about the contractors coming to hack the glass that she conveniently forgot her daughter was still sleeping upstairs, waiting for a dream to appear. Goodness! So yes, conveniently left my door open to let the surround system wake me up without lifting a finger. How smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-3142820758658875169?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/3142820758658875169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=3142820758658875169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3142820758658875169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/3142820758658875169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/unconventional-alarm-clock.html' title='Unconventional alarm clocks'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-8429256443000178887</id><published>2008-05-28T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:25:14.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Holla, Welcome back girls :D</title><content type='html'>WELCOME BACK TAIWAN TRIP GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN DEARLY MISSED :D&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet up ASAP to have an 'illegal gathering' to watch movies and eat Pepper Lunch again haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I'm supposed to be really hardworking and doing Math now :D Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-8429256443000178887?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/8429256443000178887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=8429256443000178887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8429256443000178887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/8429256443000178887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/holla-welcome-back-girls-d.html' title='Holla, Welcome back girls :D'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-1622892767353006159</id><published>2008-05-28T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:50:19.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Insectssssewww!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to complain about the wet weather. Okay, okay I know I should be grateful about it and all after such a long dry spell in Singapore (No need for air-cons temporarily, which will like help the global warming situation right now?! -fat hope). HOWEVER!!!! I am very disgusted by the plague of flying ants (YES, FLYING) that have bombarded my poor crisp coordinate geometry set of notes. I was happily working hard (haha to get into a certain JC!) on Heymath.com and all and and anddd when I looked down to fill in my notes after watching the lessons, etc,  thereee theyyyy wereeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Dad made my night by chuckling so hard to himself- I think he would have rolled all over the floor if he really wanted to- after hearing over News 5 Tonight on Channel 5 that Chee Soon Juan's lawyer said PM Lee should only be compensated 50 CENTS for all that defamation!! OH MY Goodness, at least like 50 dollars would be way better. What is wrong with that lawyer! I tell you, politics is &lt;strong&gt;so screwed&lt;/strong&gt;. But at least it provides ample entertainment for people like me. And the best part is, the reporters sound so calm when they say 50 cents. LIKE HELLO? 50 CENTS. How much is that lawyer paid in a month, 1 cent?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-1622892767353006159?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/1622892767353006159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=1622892767353006159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1622892767353006159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/1622892767353006159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/insectssssewww.html' title='Insectssssewww!'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-9029922489818006987</id><published>2008-05-28T13:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:12:53.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Pictures galore :D</title><content type='html'>Some pictures I really &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; just to make my blog a little more lively :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0j3gpAdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr-pwXrbccU/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205304166366904786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0j3gpAdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr-pwXrbccU/s320/IMG_5845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0kHgpAeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sdKTKhsO72k/s1600-h/IMG_6133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205304170661872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0kHgpAeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sdKTKhsO72k/s320/IMG_6133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0k3gpAgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QwszimNVU44/s1600-h/IMG_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205304183546774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0k3gpAgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QwszimNVU44/s320/IMG_6127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205304578683765282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz073gpAiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QgqK7MosH3c/s320/IMG_6192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205307013930222146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz3JngpAkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BIA6Tw6WSPY/s320/IMG_6209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205307001045320242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz3I3gpAjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8LdZ_FRyms8/s320/IMG_6201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I feel better already. I've been feeling quite sucky the past few days :( Don't ask why cause I'm tired of telling all my friends my troubles. Sometimes it's easier when I keep them to myself and just, ponder. Whoever said friends were there to give you solutions, right? And I think it's better for me not to confide in friends whom I expect good advice from who end up brushing my problems aside. Besides, some exercising of my brain could do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I took a break from talking too much. I know you may think "She's losing her sunshine", but no. Deep inside me I'm still overflowing with it and I'll give you sunshine whenever you want it. Sometimes I just wonder: Am I giving others my all until there's no more left for myself? Sometimes I want to be selfish for a bit, but I know that's just not the way to go in this world. Everything has become a facade, or has it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-9029922489818006987?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/9029922489818006987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=9029922489818006987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/9029922489818006987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/9029922489818006987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-galore-d.html' title='Pictures galore :D'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MyB5GdQOkec/SDz0j3gpAdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr-pwXrbccU/s72-c/IMG_5845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861858929278574335.post-6211681562091557550</id><published>2008-05-28T13:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:28:27.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>holidays ain't holidays no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am back :D&lt;/em&gt; and blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/em&gt; (Nadine, haha, listen up)&lt;br /&gt;I know I change blog links like as often as I change my favourite foods, but I just don't want to keep sticking to one simply because Blogger makes it quite inconvenient to change skins when I keep my previous URL link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apology:&lt;/em&gt; (Nadine)&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes, so sorry about it! :D Bad bad bad habit of mine, I acknowledge that. But before I find some way to stop changing blog links without much hassle, bear with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty determined to start a handwritten journal for my benefit next time because pen and paper always last for me (when I want to recall good times), but blogs just come and go. However, maybe that's what makes it so appealing to me, because most of the time I write about events that are only short-lived in here. Those that are really memorable do not need a diary of sorts to recall anything. Nonetheless, here I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, editting the blogskin was a breeze because I just am not the neat, polished freak I used to be. And that makes a very happy Yiann :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, holidays have been going by super duper wuper quickly, I end up slacking my time away. You see, I take a long buffer time to start work. So yes, I slowly warm up to the idea of doing work then POOF! the day's over. Procrastination just makes you guilty for really long, doesn't it. But I never seem to learn my lesson :) Woe be to me then, because I have so many assignments to catch up on and LO AND BEHOLD, here I am instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little snippet of my life I really want to remember: I dreamt about ABCD yesterday night. Was a wonderful dream until my knight in shining armour went out with another girl at the end of it. Too bad my maid woke me up before I could do anything to like salvage the situation, haha. Anyway, I highly suspect I am really a lazy person by nature because I am equally as passive and lazy in my dreams. Oh My Goodness! No good, no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is what I do for holidays, sleep in like a pig, and dream of knights in shining armour. Someone should have poured cold water on me because dreams are just dreams, the name speaks for itself doesn't it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the sad part, which everyone should be experiencing now unless you study in some fairytale school, which is WORK. Oh my, you don't know how much I can lament about all of it. But I shall not, because I can't even stand my own complaining. Will make extra effort to update blog now that the holidays are here :) Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe someday we'll find a way,&lt;br /&gt;Only Heaven Knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861858929278574335-6211681562091557550?l=sweetfacade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/feeds/6211681562091557550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861858929278574335&amp;postID=6211681562091557550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6211681562091557550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861858929278574335/posts/default/6211681562091557550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfacade.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays-aint-holidays-no-more.html' title='holidays ain&apos;t holidays no more'/><author><name>jellybean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987772060575264299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
