<?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-7873016516221922048</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:13:13.635-08:00</updated><category term='Toilet bowl'/><title type='text'>Rachie's World (Much Ado About Nonsense)</title><subtitle type='html'>Grumblings and rantings of a sane-looking, stressed out insane person....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3640884608854151999</id><published>2010-03-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:43:52.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM results</title><content type='html'>What can I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend says, 'Its complicated'. At first, I was really nervous cuz they had passed the 10 straight A's thing and my name was still not called. Then when they finally called my name, I thought I got 8A's or something.. But when I found out I got 10 A's overall and actually managed to get an A for Add Maths I was really happy. Then I saw that the reason i wasn't called out earlier was because I got a B+ for EST.. I was......... shocked. That was one subject I didn't expect to get a B for and I regret taking it, in a way. Not that the classes were not fun, but this one B ruined my straight A record. But my mum, unexpectedly, was very very happy anyways. She couldn't believe that I managed to score an A for Add Math and Physics, apparently, and the fact that i did made her quite proud. Daddy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I was kinda sad about not getting straight A's... But since Mummy and Daddy were soooo happy I was kinda happy too.And since technically, I managed to get quite good results for my Sciences and Maths and a few languages, I had no complaints. Went out for lunch with Grandma, aunt and cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, came to college. Now I feel so useless. So many of them managed to get straight A+ (Carmen Chuah, the girl who was reported in the Sun papers for 12 A+ is studying here) and the gang I usually hang out with in college all got Straight A+. I feel sooooooooooo........... Dumb. And quite a number of them got like, 9A+ and some As, blablabla. Most got straight A's. And the fact that I cannot tell them I got straight A's makes me feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Mixed feelings. I know I should be thankful but people are sooo smart here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3640884608854151999?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3640884608854151999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3640884608854151999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3640884608854151999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM results'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-4611655245513652063</id><published>2010-01-26T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:03:14.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 18 movie</title><content type='html'>I went to the cinema last Sunday to watch Legion. As you probably know, Its 18PL (I think its PL, could be SG). So anyhow, I managed to get in. The guy didn't even bother to check me, although at that time I went in with my parents. Then finally when we got to the theatre hall, I told my mum, you know this movie is 18 right? And she was like " How in the world did you get in?????".. That's why I didn't tell you earlier, Mum... =) Its not that my mum isn't cool with it, its just that she worries more than I do, so she'll panic when they check our tickets (then I really wouldn't get in...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i have to say Legion was quite a good movie.. Lots of suspense... i loved it.( I also loved it because of Kate Walsh).. But it was soooo weird.. You know, in Private practice, Kate plays an Ob/Gyn who really loves babies and she goes out of her way to make sure all the babies under her care are safe, but in Legion, she plays this very traumatised woman who just lost her husband( he was attacked by a grandma zombie) and so there this scene where she snatches the baby Messiah and goes " Its just a baby!!!! Give it to them (the zombie people) and they'll let us go!!" and it felt pretty weird to me... If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch Legion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my mum was the one screaming throughout the movie. There was once when the bad guy was about to reach the good guy and the whole cinema was quite because of the suspense, and suddenly, my mother screamed so loudly I had to cover her mouth... People actually turned and stared at her.. I think my mum should be banned from violent thrillers, not me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-4611655245513652063?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4611655245513652063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-18-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/4611655245513652063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/4611655245513652063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-18-movie.html' title='My first 18 movie'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-6154425164195964927</id><published>2010-01-24T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:40:31.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY edition blog : part 2</title><content type='html'>Cornflake cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornflake cookies are harder to make, cuz they involve egg beaters.. uggh. I dislike egg beaters cuz my mixing bowl is small and everything flies everywhere. Which means i have to clean up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the ingredients for cornflake cookies have to be bought separately, unlike groundnut cookies, where the ingredients come in packs. So for cornflakes, we had to measure everything and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that halfway through, the machine broke down? Finally, only one side could work. Terrible.. But then again, the cookies turned out okay.. They were buttery enough, but one major drawback was that they they were over hard and salty. We were supposed to sell some off to this hawker lady outside, but she rejected them cause they were salty.. =( No extra pocket money this year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-6154425164195964927?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6154425164195964927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-edition-blog-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6154425164195964927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6154425164195964927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-edition-blog-part-2.html' title='CNY edition blog : part 2'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3292562126408035343</id><published>2010-01-17T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:40:56.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Edition blog : Part 1</title><content type='html'>Groundnut cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, can be categorised as a success. Groundnut cookies are easy to make. Just buy all the ready ingredients from the market, mix evenly and divide into little balls. Use cooking brush to gloss egg yolk over the top, then put in oven at 180 for 20 mins per tray. Can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my Grandmother and I had extremely conflicting ideas on how to apply egg yolk to the cookies. She thought (and still thinks) it was better to apply egg yolk all around the cookies. I thought it was better to just apply a little bit of yolk on top. She won that fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so I could get the last word in, I made three groundnut cookies a little 'differently'- one triangle shaped one, one square one and one that looked like the leaning tower of Pisa. Then when she was looking away, I put said three cookies on the tray and shoved tray into the oven. Needless to say, my Grandma was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3292562126408035343?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3292562126408035343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-edition-blog-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3292562126408035343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3292562126408035343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-edition-blog-part-1.html' title='CNY Edition blog : Part 1'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3725571509097207616</id><published>2009-12-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:17:25.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM is over!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, all that we've been waiting for for 5 years has passed.. And though I feel relieved, I feel weird as well... Its like, I have nothing to do except have fun now... Until college, that is... Today i found out that my job is gonna start in January.. So its fun fun fun til the end of December... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3725571509097207616?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3725571509097207616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3725571509097207616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3725571509097207616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm-is-over.html' title='SPM is over!!'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3338626071926749821</id><published>2009-10-10T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:10:40.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, my parents and I found some stray puppies and their mother at this shack-like area in Air Itam. We took pity on them cause their bodies were all mangy and they were all extremely thin(like, I-can-see-your-ribs thin). Since the shack is only a 5 minutes drive away from our house, we decided to go there 3-4 times a week to feed them and give them water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother dog is thin and weak. Her puppies are all very young, probably only  a few weeks old. I didn't want to call the SPCA because I know that if there wasn't enough space for them then they'd all be put to sleep, and I didn't want to be the person who brought that on. Anyhow, these puppies are so small, so cute, tottering about aimlessley, sometimes falling over for no reason at all (like Kelly). But unlike Kelly, they haven't been walking for long.. xD Sorry Kel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they were born into a life like this just tears at me, but they don't seem affected at all. They're innocent. The other day, I caught one sleeping right smack in the middle of the road. Luckily, there were no cars and I managed to pick it up and carry it to safety. They play around and eat when we bring them food. When all the food is finished, they nip at each other and try to cajole their mother out to play with them. They're so happy and carefree, but imagine how tough life actually is for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think. Here we are, we have food, clothes, a roof over our heads, air-conditioners(I'm speaking for myself here), Playstations(I know most of you have this) and Ipods/MP3s(yes, most of you have this too). AND YET, we ask for more. More money, more things more bladebladebla. We aren't happy until we get all the material wealth that we want. How superficial it all seems, compared to the scenario I presented above, where hungry puppies just want someone to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that from 4 puppies now only 2 are left (I dunno where the other two went) but I really want to protect them from all bad influences. I can't, though. And I really wish they weren't born to suffer like this. But everything happens for a reason, I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3338626071926749821?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3338626071926749821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/10/puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3338626071926749821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3338626071926749821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/10/puppies.html' title='Puppies'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-6456527413583857140</id><published>2009-09-24T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:08:38.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The car</title><content type='html'>As most people know it, there has only been one thing and one thing I have talked about recently, the stupid car. Because of this car, I have not been able to go out this whole week even though I planned NOT to stay at home a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car broke down on Thursday while my dad was fetching me back from Gurney. Luckily Sabs and Kel didn't follow me back, else we'd be stuck near Union High School in the pouring rain. My dad couldn't do anything about the car, cuz the rain was so heavy and he couldn't get out of the car to see what was wrong. So he decided to step on the clutch plate over and over again. Thankfully, after 15 minutes the car decided to move again. The journey back, to me, was the longest journey home ever. I kept worrying about the fact that the car may break down at any time and we'd be stranded in the rain. Luckily it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Friday) my dad sent it to the mechanic. He promised to have it repaired by 10 pm but then later he said he didn't have the parts and we had to wait until after raya before he could ask his supplier to send the parts he needed. So that was it. Monday and Tuesday = whole family grounded at home. Thanks to Sabs and her parents though, I got to go out on Tuesday while my parents stayed at home. (I feel so special) On Wednesday, my mum had to hitch a ride from her friend to go to work. My dad went out to get the car back( the workshop is just outside our house) but then the mechanic told us that the highway was packed and so the supply truck would not be arriving until 12 midnight. ( Meaning that we would only get our car back on Thursday). My dad was starting to get irritated but what could he do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my dad went out to check on the car again. Now the mechanic told him that after repairing the car, he found something else that had spoilt or whatever. So, he said he needed another day to import the other part that was needed to repair the car and fix it. Hence, it is Friday and I am still grounded at home involuntarily. I feel sick to my stomach thinking of the fact that I've been having dinner at the same coffee shop (outside my house) for the past five nights, and will continue to do so tonight and maybe tomorrow night, if the car isn't repaired by then. I'm going to die of boredom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've finished ranting now. You may stop reading, else I'm sure you'll die of boredom too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-6456527413583857140?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6456527413583857140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/09/car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6456527413583857140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6456527413583857140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/09/car.html' title='The car'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-5833572926300468858</id><published>2009-09-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:36:46.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>This year is the first time where my birthday falls on an exam day. Therefore, as predicted, it went by pretty uneventfully. I'm not going to name the people who wished me like Kelly did, but it doesn't mean I don't remember who you are. I have your names on a list stuck to my room door. (Everything that's important to me is stuck on my room door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I would like to say thanks to everyone who got me a present. You know who you are. And this year, I was initiated into the 'My Little Pony' collector's gang, with a cute purple pony named Cherilee. Hahahaha, I know what you're thinking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My parents got me an ice cream cake from Maxim's cake house. Delicious, but sinfully fattening. It was tiramisu with a HUUUUUUGGGGEEEE dollop of ice cream (i dunno what flavour but it wasn't tiramisu) right smack in the middle of it. Yum yum. Sorry I didn't offer any to you people, my dad finished it. (It was really good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What I'm thinking about right now is the fact that SPM trials are OVER!!!!!! So freaking fun. It's the last, school based exam ever! (I say this because SPM itself is a government exam and isn't school-based). Of course, I promised myself that I would keep studying exams or not, so I'm going to try my very very best to stick to my promise.  (TRY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaz!. Tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-5833572926300468858?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5833572926300468858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5833572926300468858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5833572926300468858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-5264418500744798877</id><published>2009-08-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:21:50.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoosh</title><content type='html'>Whoosh.. A flurry of events. Its the holidays again. And in about 11 days time, all the Fifth Formers of SGGS will be sitting for the SPM trial examinations. So while everybody else is going about enjoying htier holidays, we , the fifth formers, are stuck at home, studying. But it isn't because we aren't allowed to go out, cause I sure as hell am allowed to, its because, we only have 11 days to study.. 11 subjects.(this is me) AND we feel guilty that we haven't started with our revision, we KNOW that we should have started a long time ago, but we didn't. Why didn't we? Well, cause we're lazy-ass teens, and last-minute is our motto. In fact, if we ever do anything NOT last minute, the sky really is falling(go out and check). I don't ever recall myself studying for exams a couple of months in advance, I don't even recall studying for exams ONE month in advance. The only way I know how to study is : cram a week before exams. And that's exactly what's gonna happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the reality is that SPM IS dawning on us. (yes, fifth formers, SPM is near. Less than 100 days now) o_O ( i know) .. And I know that cramming 7 days before SPM is NOT going to work. And I also know that SPM is the LAST exam I'll be taking before I leave secondary school. I know that SPM is my ticket to a good college, a good university. I KNOW all of that. And I DO want to do well.. But I just have no MOJO yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone mentions the words SPM I think back to the start of form five, where everything was possible. I didn't do too well in form 4 but hey, maybe in form five i can score straight As... Then my hopes came crashing in the form of my report card, 12 As (incl. PJ and civics) BUT 1 C.. Stupid, stupid C (add math of course). Now I don't hate add math, but why oh why can't i do well?? And now I've gotten As for my three sciences, but will I be able to maintain that A? Not confident.. But I have faith.. In prayers. (Pray, pray, pray, pray) Lololz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, one thing is FOR SURE :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If I wanna score Straight A's for SPM (and trials)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then i sure as hell shouldn't be sitting here right now wasting my life away...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-5264418500744798877?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5264418500744798877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5264418500744798877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5264418500744798877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoosh.html' title='Whoosh'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-786569307811205806</id><published>2009-08-14T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:41:46.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in There</title><content type='html'>When danger seems to lurk ahead&lt;br /&gt;And everyone leaves you behind&lt;br /&gt;Just hang in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people start to judge you&lt;br /&gt;In your most trying times&lt;br /&gt;Just hang in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Seem to fall apart at the seams&lt;br /&gt;And you have no plan B&lt;br /&gt;Just hang in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friends don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;Or don't even try to&lt;br /&gt;When irritation seems to surface ever so often&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its time to leave&lt;br /&gt;To part ways&lt;br /&gt;When goodbye really feels like its going to be forever&lt;br /&gt;And you can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there&lt;br /&gt;Smile and wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hang in there&lt;br /&gt;And take deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;Cause tomorrow has to come someday&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then everything will be all right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-786569307811205806?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/786569307811205806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/hang-in-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/786569307811205806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/786569307811205806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang in There'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-6911296672079387795</id><published>2009-07-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:16:26.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So its FINALLY happened</title><content type='html'>I've passed my duties down! (Congrats to Harvey and the new RC committee of 2009/2010!) You know, I'm not as sad as I thought I would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, at first, I wanted to pass down my duties by the 30th of June (you can see I'm already past my deadline). I didn't think of how I would feel, or how it would happen, or what would happen after that. Then, I was invited for the band handing down ceremony. I saw Atiqah cry after she handed her duties down to Zaifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me then that passing down my duties may not be as easy for me(emotionally, of course. Physically, I just have to pass the whole file and etc to Harvey and say congrats) as it seemed before. I still remember when I joined RC in form 2(Melissa's year) and was blur as... well, a younger version of me.. I didn't register for duties because duties were rare back then. The first RC meeting that I went for was a practice session where they were going to choose marchers for Annual Parade. It was at HQ and I remember it clear as day. We were all standing in rows and following commands and etc. They picked the older ones first, then Melissa looked at me and was like, "her marching okay, i think can kua" (and i remembered thinking 'of course-la okay, I was from band you know??') But now of course, I know that I wasn't actually very good back then... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the time came for interviews and my name was listed, I went for the interview not knowing what the hell was going on. They wrote all the posts on the blackboard and was like, pick one post that you would like to hold. At that point, I wasn't very sure what a section leader or an asst section leader did, so i didn't dare pick those posts. Pandai-pandai, I bluffed, saying that i wanted to be secretary because I was good at writing. (actually, it was because I didn't want to pick treasurer( didn't like keeping money back then), didn't dare to aim higher than secretary(I'm not that perasaan, only form 2 k?) and also cuz I didn't know what the other posts were for, and was afraid that if I picked those posts someone would call my bluff...&lt;br /&gt;Kononnya I was good at writing la, but I managed to emit the fact that I didn't like to write very much. Then a friend of mine(who was in form 5 at the time came to me and told me, "Aiyah, you won't get it la...') so I thought, no hope d, nevermind. But shock of all, I managed to get Asst. Secretary... Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;And so begin my rise and dedication to the society... I really love RC, even til today. I've devoted a lot of time to it, (just ask my mum how many times she's scolded me for being too active) but I found that its the one society where I belong, where I fit in, which fits my nature...&lt;br /&gt;I thought that passing on would be hard on me because after all the time and devotion to the society, I finally would not be needed anymore... I would just become another part of Unit 9's history.. But now, I think maybe that's not so bad anymore, and I'm taking it fairly easy. Harvey will make a good president, Grace and Su-Lin will be great assistants, and I have full trust in Jing Yee, Carolyn and Yuan Sin as well as the rest of the committees. So I have no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that I'll be joining a VAD? Of course, after SPM la.. This means that I can still contribute to the school's RC society by doing whatever I can, seeing as I'll still be an RC member..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this feels like "my life story" or whatever, but you didn't actually have to read it if you didn't want to....And besides, its my blog, I can write whatever I want. Helps me relax, by writing everything down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta for tonight, be back with more.. (obvioulsy not on this topic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-6911296672079387795?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6911296672079387795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-its-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6911296672079387795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/6911296672079387795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-its-finally-happened.html' title='So its FINALLY happened'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-9029859886551950493</id><published>2009-07-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:33:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science and Maths : In MALAY</title><content type='html'>Seriously? Is this what the new government is up to? Do they really think that the decision to teach Math and Science in Malay is going to help 'bridge the gap between rural and urban students'? Well, what about the gap between ' Malaysian students and students from other countries'??? That IS the bigger picture, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these times, English is the language of the world. Anybody who cannot speak English will have difficulties. I'm not saying that Malay is not a good language, because it is, but English should be prioritized, especially when it comes to Science and Maths. Consider this.. We learn Our Maths and Sciences in Chinese then Malay, then ONLY when we go to college do we actually learn them in English. Isn't this creating students that should no doubt be dubbed as Jacks of All trades, Masters of None?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another question to our dear Education Minister :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which international university in their right mind would be willing to accept Malaysian students into their Science and Maths courses seeing as the only Science and Maths terminologies they have learnt and know how to use are in malay? How can they compete with other students worldwide?? If I were the dean of Oxford or whatever, I would definitely NOT accept people who have learnt the courses in a foreign tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that Malaysian students who want to study subjects related to Maths and Science can only study in Malaysian universities? Right now you're kinda ruining our chances of ever studying abroad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you say that English is still a priority, that you will continue to hire foreign help to educate teachers and students alike in English, but wasn't this what was promised a looooong, loong time ago? Still, we Malaysian students are lagging behind other developed and even under-developed nations! Even China has begun to stress English as an important subject and all its residents, young or old are beggining to master the language. India's English proficiency level exceeds Malaysia by a very high margin. But here we are, Malaysians, trying to de-learn English and revert back to Malay. Why so? Already most subjects are being taught in Malay, like History, geography, Civics, Moral, Kemahiran Hidup and many many more.... I feel that enough emphasis has been out on the subject, so its only fair to have English being used as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just my rantings, nobody's gonna care anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-9029859886551950493?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/9029859886551950493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-and-maths-in-malay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/9029859886551950493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/9029859886551950493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-and-maths-in-malay.html' title='Science and Maths : In MALAY'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-8850761378425527422</id><published>2009-07-08T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:28:16.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair.</title><content type='html'>Its official : My hair is now shoulder length.. Or shorter, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm sick at home and the hot weather is making me feel worse. My headaches are bad and the doctor was like " You can't expect me to just give you medicine and make the headaches go away, it just doesn't work that way!". Then lemme ask you doc, just HOW does it work? But he gave me medicine anyway, to &lt;em&gt;reduce&lt;/em&gt; the giddiness and pain. But the side effects of the medicine : you'll feel hot, and sweat a lot(that actually rhymes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was that I found myself sitting on the couch sweating(not perspiring) bucketloads, even though I had bathed like, 4 times in the last hour. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. I walked to the hairdresser and told her to snip my (nearly) waist-length hair off. Long enough that I could tie it, but short enough to not get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser : You sure ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah, just do it. Very hot &lt;em&gt;leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser : (Ties rubberband around my hair) If I cut it this short, you can still tie, but let me warn you, it'll be quite short!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay, whatever. Just cut it off. (Actually, I couldn't see how short she indicated because I didn't have my spectacles on).&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser : (Raises her eyebrows incredulously). Oooooo....kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my hairdresser knows how much I love my hair as on the three previous visits I refused to let her snip a lot of it off. (I used to tell her things like : "Just trim a bit enough! Just a bit, just a bit!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once she saw that I really wanted to do it, she tookout this huge pair of scissors, then with one snip, cut off the hair JUST below the rubberband. Nearly six inches of my hair gone. Painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser : ( Ties the hair into a small bunch with the orange rubberband) Nah. (Hands my hair to me).&lt;br /&gt;Me : What do you want me to do with that???&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser : Keep &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. You finally managed to cut it off. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : No, thanks. Just throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I tried to tie my hair properly, but it just formed a short-ish bob that reached my neck. I'm so used to running my fingers through my hair until I ran out all the tangles, but now its so short it doesn't have any tangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I feel bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I'm not bald, but to a person who's had such long hair in the past, this is really, really, really short. Some of my friends in school are gonna kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-8850761378425527422?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8850761378425527422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8850761378425527422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8850761378425527422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hair.html' title='My hair.'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-596550705898699382</id><published>2009-07-05T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:48:20.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet bowl'/><title type='text'>TOILET BOWL RESTAURANT!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the name may sound disguting, but its actually waaaay cuter and cooler than the name suggests... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlByn2MpxjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8noiPVs3cJc/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354905985832568370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlByn2MpxjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8noiPVs3cJc/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum and I were shopping in Queens and we were looking for something to eat. We wanted to try something different, meaning go somewhere we hadn't gone to before. So we went up to the 3rd floor(the Cinema floor) and were looking around when we saw this restaurant behind the cinema snack counter. Itss called T-Bowl Restaurant. Actually, its a very very interesting conceptual restaurant which highlights toilet bowls. Needless to say, the owner(s) of this restaurant has let his/her/their creativity loose as nearly everything was shaped like a toilet. The seats are REAL toilet bowls(just not attached to the pipes) and the tables are actually unused sinks covered up with a glass piece on top. Totally cool. The menu is colourful and creative, with a toothbrush stuck at the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1Idt73qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gYPPyLhkfGM/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908745220218530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1Idt73qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gYPPyLhkfGM/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1HjZBzaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ka5fbBGUHu4/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908729563270562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1HjZBzaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ka5fbBGUHu4/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The menu, with a toothbrush stuck to the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even better, the food is served in bowls and plates that take the shape of tolet bowls, toilet bowl covers and bathtubs. My mum and I decided to share a bowl of noodles, as we weren't very hungry. the noodles came in a toilet bowl (see pic). Then we shared a banana boat, which came in a bathtub shaped bowl. I saw that the couple to the left had ordered some kind of fried noodles that were served on plates that were shaped like toilet bowl covers.. Seriously. Oh, and while the girl brought us our banana boat, she was carrying a bowl of chocolate ice cream... Guess what? the chocolate ice cream? Shaped like poop. YES, really. Too bad I didn't manage to take a photo of that, she wouldn't let me take a photo of someone else's food... :( But oh well, i'm gonna post whatever pictures I took here and if you like the idea, you people go try the food..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1KEioFGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4tS_hH4wFIo/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908772821636194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1KEioFGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4tS_hH4wFIo/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1JDSONrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DFqMOyLlZq4/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908755304527538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1JDSONrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DFqMOyLlZq4/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our food, which came in a toilet-bowl shaped bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354906395508086402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlBy_sW6FoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CoFtMl2bfHE/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tables(which are unused sinks) and chairs(toilet bowls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354907019288083394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlBzkAHpe8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/A-T5IdMgBak/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A close up of our table ( a sink with a glass pane on top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1K3IkejI/AAAAAAAAABE/IEyjlZyG5L0/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908786402556466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlB1K3IkejI/AAAAAAAAABE/IEyjlZyG5L0/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our dessert( Ice cream in a bathtub shaped bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I forgot to mention that the food tastes quite good, and the prices aren't too bad, considering the high overhead that Queensbay Mall charges. I mean, a bowl of soup ramen with a huge drumstick in it was only RM10.90 (enough to feed two people I suppose) and the banana boat we ordered cost RM 6.90.... Freakin awesome....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-596550705898699382?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/596550705898699382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/toilet-bowl-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/596550705898699382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/596550705898699382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/toilet-bowl-restaurant.html' title='TOILET BOWL RESTAURANT!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2zdloKSJM0/SlByn2MpxjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8noiPVs3cJc/s72-c/IMG_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-7990985901962436516</id><published>2009-07-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:33:22.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no mood to study!!</title><content type='html'>You know how high school students in Malaysia enjoy saying things like, it's okay if I don't get good results now, I have time to study and I'll do better in the next exam. And during exams, we say things like "after this exam, I'm gonna go home and study sooooo hard that my eyes will fall out of their sockets". I, am the first to admit that I have been saying things like that sooo often, so many goddamn times indeed...It starts off with me studying a little bit, then realizing that I cannot cram the entire contents of a 600 page revision book into my head in time to sit for the exam(which is usually two days away). Then I tell myself things like, "its okay, I didn't have enough time to study now, doesn't mean I won't have enough time to study for the next exam, I promise to start earlier". Which is, totally, fine, if you stick to your guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I for one, am not someone who sits down and studies, unless the subject being studied is one that I really like( none, under the current exam syllabus, unless you count English, but I don't know how to study for English). I mean, I really don;t mind History, or whatever, but last minute cramming is my style, and it has been my style for oh so many years. I just can't bring myself to do it any other way. It worked for me in standard 6, worked for me in form 3, so my logic is that it should work in form 5. Only flaw in that logic is that I'm taking 11 subjects, and (logically speaking), if one subject has a 600 page long revision book that needs to be studied, then last minute cramming entails stuffing the contents of eleven 600 page long revision books in my tiny, tiny brain. Of course, there are subjects that have less things to study (eg English, BM and IT) but then there are subjects that need A LOT of time to study (eg Physics, Chem, Bio, Add Maths and basically everything else). And if my recent results are anything to judge by, then I have to say, my style definitely isn't working. Obviously i would not be able to do any last minute cramming with these subjects, and need to start studying early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here I am sitting in front of the computer, Blogging. There is a revision book on the table (actually, there are a few revision books, but I failed to notice them before) but I just don't have the energy to pick them up, much less open them. All those promises I made to myself about studying? Broken, broken, broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence I sign out, but with much resignation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-7990985901962436516?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7990985901962436516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-no-mood-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7990985901962436516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7990985901962436516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-no-mood-to-study.html' title='I have no mood to study!!'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-2810193781201219910</id><published>2009-05-21T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:15:28.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>Actually, exams so far were not bad... I mean, I doubt I did very well for my Science subjects, but I hope I didn't do too badly. I think I'm extremely worried about Physics.. And Bio... And come to think of it, I'm worried about Chem too... Whoa I'm screwed. And honestly, Add Maths wasn't very very bad, but still there were quite a number that I couldn't do... Sad.. Which means my Add Math marks won't be great either.. Oh, history was okay, but it was really just okay.. Wonder if i made a lot of mistakes? My god, the essays! Nine whole pages, my hand felt like it was about to drop off! But at least there was stuff to write, I'm thankful for that.. (Hopefully the stuff is actually correct xD)&lt;br /&gt;I think from what you can deduce, exams weren't really that good right? But I think it was okay because.... Well, last minute studying isn't really very effective..... Hahahahaha..... And the weeks before the exams I really couldn't get myself to open the book, so didn't study...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think exams release some kind of hormone(or hormones) in your brains which make you want to study. Its like, now is the exam period, suddenly you feel like you have to study and you don't mind studying. Then you start telling yourself things like, after this exam, I'm gonna study even harder and I'm gonna continue studying so I won't forget and etc. But the moment exams are over and you've received your results, you forget about all those promises you made to yourself. In conclusion, I can say that exams release a studying hormone. Hahahaha... Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Kris Allen won American Idol.. This doesn't actually make an impact on my life..  Nor does it affect or change anything.. Honestly, I don't care who wins seeing as its not like their gonna share their wealth with me or anything,... And I didn't actually follow this season of AI that much, just watched a little here and a little there... But if it were me, I would pick Danny Gokey... Okay, I'm biased.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Sorry kel, I know Adam lost and you're still sore over it...Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-2810193781201219910?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2810193781201219910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2810193781201219910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2810193781201219910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-1082831617925172782</id><published>2009-05-15T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:05:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love RC and I'm terribly sorry.</title><content type='html'>Whoa, exams never finish yet but still my school holidays are already kinda packed. Its like, Ed-Board meeting, Meep's birthday, primary school Reunion, the Environment Quiz, trying to &lt;em&gt;kautim&lt;/em&gt; all the attendances for RC this year(that will take at least 2 to 3 days) and hopefully, I would like  to squeeze in some training or wtv for RC... Where got time to study???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'll be passing on on June 30th( I mean, my post in RC). Then I'll be FREE!!! I love RC and all, but i don't think I've been a very good president. I mean, when I took over, I wanted to increase the attendance of people, but I haven't actually managed to do that. I think I'm not strict enough. God I suck! I think that after the exams and before I pass over my job to the next president, I am going to TRY and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my manifestos :&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm going to go out and catch EVERYBODY I SEE who is wearing the white RC T-shirt and REd school pants and give them all amarans or demerits.&lt;br /&gt;2 ) if I manage to sort out the attendances, I think I can give those people who haven't attended any meetings at all amarans or demerits under 'ponteng aktiviti KK'.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going to highlight out all the names of inactive members and paste them on the RC board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, at least the person taking over, whoever it is, will have an easier time. Its the least I can do for RC. I'm really sorry as I feel that I could've done more, but its too late to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I may start a blog for RC during the holidays too.. XD.. It'll be quite cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-1082831617925172782?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1082831617925172782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-rc-and-im-terribly-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1082831617925172782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1082831617925172782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-rc-and-im-terribly-sorry.html' title='I love RC and I&apos;m terribly sorry.'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-1001408474815476644</id><published>2009-03-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:58:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry blog, for not visiting...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.... Haven't posted anything for a few weeks already... But that's because I was too busy.. But now that I'm actually online, I have so many things to talk about!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna just say everything I wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;First : Tales of Despereaux- Very detailed animations, EXTREMELY cute graphics, but hopeless plot. Go watch it if you like,  but the tickets had better be cheap ones.&lt;br /&gt;Second : Hayaah... The sleepover thingy was really fun... Thank you Melia's parents, thank you Melia, thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pochi, thank you for bringing your DS and letting me have fun. I wuuuuuv U.....&lt;br /&gt;Sab: Watchmen rawks my sawks 8D&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I didn't watch that yet ler......&lt;br /&gt;Third : SUPPORT EARTH HOUR.. but you HAVE to SIGN UP on the website, else they can't keep track of who is participating.... So yeah.. Gogogogogogogogo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fourth : Kelly wants all the Form 5s to wear their 'I'm A Well Mannered Georgian Badge' in October...&lt;br /&gt;Fifth : I"M sooooooooo tired....&lt;br /&gt;Sixth : Macdoofus! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, We're all in the BooLean lab waiting to do the darned ASEAN quiz. The system is down or something, so we have been waiting for HOURS... And I seriously mean HOURS... Or whole day more like...  But one thing cool is that we're BLOGGING during SCHOOL HOURS... Wahahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.. That should be all for now... KUA... Hahahaha... Thankies..... Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-1001408474815476644?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1001408474815476644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-blog-for-not-visiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1001408474815476644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1001408474815476644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-blog-for-not-visiting.html' title='Sorry blog, for not visiting...'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-8669778513300997046</id><published>2009-03-07T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:47:51.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams(how boring!)</title><content type='html'>Oh well... As everyone knows, exams are dawning on us again... So sad man.. It seems like, when there are no exams, there are topical tests, and when there are no topical tests... there are exams... We never get a break from the loop!&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I know that they're EXAMs but I just can't get my mojo up to start studying! i mean, so far, I've read- bidang 2,4,5 (Moral) and History chapter one and half of chapter 2, but that's only because We had to study for topical tests... And oh yeah, I've been studying half a chapter of Bio.. For the past three days.. Reading the same things over and over again cuz I can't remember anything....&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much to study!!!! Physics, Chem, the rest of Bio, the rest of History and Moral, then revise A.Math and Mod. MAth, and of course, IT...&lt;br /&gt;which brings YOu to the question: Why am I blogging at this undgodly hour??&lt;br /&gt;The Answer: You're right.. I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia says, and I quote : *getshot* unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-8669778513300997046?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8669778513300997046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/examshow-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8669778513300997046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8669778513300997046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/examshow-boring.html' title='Exams(how boring!)'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-2154046008785302361</id><published>2009-03-03T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:41:20.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post that contradicts my previous one</title><content type='html'>Hallo again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.20 pm on a Wednesday afternoon and I'm at home, sick. I have a severe headache, which I've had since Sports Day and I'm dizzy too... Which makes you wonder, why am I even infront of the computer? Answer : To complete my homework..... Of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor and she told me that my headaches could have been caused by anything under the sun. It could be dehydration from Sports Day, the stress of everything(exams included), the fact that i didn't have enough rest and etc and etc. So, since she couldn't actually diagnose anything, all she did was give me two days MC and enough medicine to get me high. She was like, "take whenever necessary". Nevertheless, the medicine doesn't seem to be working as I've been 'taking whenever necessary' and yet the headache doesn't seem to want to go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my main point in posting this blog is to say that school is actually kinda a waste of time. Not to say it sin't good, but I belive school hours shouldn't be soooo looooooong... I mean, today, I woke up at 9 am. Had breakfast, read a few chapters of a novel, then started studying a bit. Then my headache worsened, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up, it was only 11.30 am! So, resume studying.... At 12.30, had my bath and then took my lunch. Mind you, its only 1pm and I've already done so many things! After lunch, sit down in front of my computer and start typing with the aim to finish my homework. At 2, I've already finished my homework and as you can see, am blogging. After I post this, I'm going to study for the moral topical test tomorrow. This is because I can't call my friends for homework yet, as they've yet to return from school. Say, at 3 pm I call my friends for homework, and it takes, 1 and a half hours to finish the work, It'll only be 4.30! I'll have time to take another nap(because rest is of the utmost importance) before I go for tuition at 5.30. After tuition and dinner, it'll only be 8pm and I would have completed my homework and done my share of studying for the day. Then, I can relax and watch a movie before I go to bed at ten. Great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, compare this to the schedule i have when i DO go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jum out of bed at 6 am, get ready for school. Chew granola bar in the car cause ther's no time to eat. Get to school by 7.15 am. Then, busy busy busy busy till 2.30 pm. If on Tuesdays, til 4 pm. Sometimes, school is so hectic that I forget what I've learnt by the time I get home. So ok, say I get home by 3pm. Have lunch and bathe, presto, its already 3.30! What about homework? Okay, another one and a hlaf hours spent on homework. Its 5 pm already. No time to sleep, head straight to tuition. At 8pm after dinner, can I relax? NO! Haven't studied, remember? Put in another 2 hours studying and woah! Its ten pm already.. Time to go to bed. No relaxation time. No wonder I'm sick. No time for a break, not enough sleep. So now you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to readers : The school schedule was a very ample one. Usually I have stuff to do, so I either skip tuition or forgo the studying at night cause its already so late. Explains why I'm so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go study again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-2154046008785302361?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2154046008785302361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-that-contradicts-my-previous-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2154046008785302361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2154046008785302361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-that-contradicts-my-previous-one.html' title='A post that contradicts my previous one'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-1483307270069946858</id><published>2009-03-03T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:22:02.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent: School</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that lately everyone is talking about school life, throughout the years. Whoa, it feels like, in Form 5, you get hit by the nostalgic bug and suddenly all you can think about is school and the fact that you're gonna be leaving in what, a few months time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. It sure does make you feel old, doesn't it? But oh well... After 11 years of studying, what else could you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since evryone else is blogging about primary and secondary school, i might as well do so too... If only in the spirit of school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got first in class 2 years in a row... Remember a few friends, but can't remember their names... All i remember are petite little faces... Oh well... What i do remember is storytelling on graduation day... I wasn't even scared.. What I was actually afraid of- that my teacher was going to put lipstick on me... Shows that I've hated make-up since kindyhood.... :)Oh, and being class monitor rocked! I was given a roll of scotch tape and could tape anyone's mouth (anyone who was talking, of course).. But me, being ganas(yes, I was ganas back then), totally taped all the people I hated... And my friends, never got taped... Hehehehe....Then there was once when I got caught talking... Teacher taped my mouth... I nearly cried! Hahahaha... Balasan for being so ganas and unfair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard 1 to 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Can't remember much... But a few friends... Standard 1 :Talhah, i think... Dunno if that even is the right spelling... And of course, how could i forget, Tze Lin(not the one in our school now la)... She moved off to CGL or some other school in Std 2... T.T.. The two of us were really stark mad. We'd call each other the moment we got home from school and talked crazy stuff while eating lunch.. Sometimes, we'd even talk till teatime and have tea while on the phone! Naturally, we worked up the phone bill and my mum got quite worried: Std 1 only use phone like crazy, whatever would happen when i turned 16??Hahaha.. Turns out, she needn't have worried after all, now I barely use the house phone at all.. My handphone yeah, but only to sms.. And most of it is FREE... :) Then i think Std 2 OR Std 3 met Guat Phing ad Soon Wei... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Std 4 to 6:&lt;br /&gt;These 3 years I remember more of. They were great years, actually... Friends : Carmen, Jing Min, June, Raja, Kim(Hui Sze), Zhi Chien.. Denise and Phei Xian too(sorry, real sorry if I forgot any names)... The there were the boys : Benedict, Thanga, Ramiah, Paalan,Chong, Ong, Soon Seng, and etcetc...Teachers (the best ever) : Pn Rosnani, BM... Then Pn Halimahton and En Azman... Of course, Cikgu Salim, without him I would have failed BM... And Pn Sarimah, I will NEVER forget her and all the stuff she has done for me... Pn. Lim, the super duper science teacher who came and raised my grades from a C to an A... Dunno how to thank her... Oh, the maths teacher... The one who always pinched the boys till they screamed(sorry cannot remember her name)...And Pn. Tan.. I think nobody from Hamilton actually remembers her anymore but I do.. She was the strict-ish teacher who was always at the library... Taught English.. The one who trained me for public speaking and the NILAM program.... Yeah.. Hahaha... Bunped into her at Prangin Mall and she could remember me a bit, for which I am thankful. So to any of these teachers who actually come across this blog(not very likely, though) I would like to take this opportunity to thank you very very very mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the interesting part&lt;br /&gt;Form 1 Topaz&lt;br /&gt;Barulah I realize how dumb I am, top 20 also cannot get... :) But its ok, I acknowledge the smartness of the ppl on top... *Glares at all of you* I believe the first person I met from our group was Su Jen....That was when I introduced myself as Su Jen in front of the Form one Scince Lab. I told Thanes to introduce me to her(cuz they were from the same primary school) and then I walked up to her and went, "Hi, I'm Su Jen"... So embarassing.. Next was Amelia.. Yeah.. I thought she was &lt;em&gt;Amo, &lt;/em&gt;so funnyler..That time, we had moral class together... I said hi, she said Hi back and then went quiet... I thought she didn't like me, actually.... Third person was (I THINK) Alyssa... It was English, and Miss K wanted us to mix around. That time, Aly had just transferred over... First question she asked me "why is your hair so short??"... Awkward... Kelly, i know we were in the same class but I don't believe we were actually close in Form 1.... Hahaha... U didn't talk to me at all.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2 Intan&lt;br /&gt;I believe Sabs, Melia, Pochi and Eunice were in the same class as me... If I'm not mistaken, we had the Kitchen Story play back then right? I totally rocked.. Actually, I can't really remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3 Intan&lt;br /&gt;Err... Pochi, Melia, and all the rest... Not gonna name too many names for fear of forgetting em.. Hehehe... Great year... Damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 Intan&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... Probably remember the most from this year, since it feels like yesterday..All of us in the same class, except poor Krystal.. Kelly and I sat together... Mulalah I terpengaruh dengan kegilaannya... Swtness... I even started to sms non-stop... *=.= kelly* But i wove you anyways....Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 Intan&lt;br /&gt;Again, same class! Hope this year will turn out to be another great year, since this is our last year in SGGS... I hope.... Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-1483307270069946858?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1483307270069946858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscent-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1483307270069946858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/1483307270069946858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscent-school.html' title='Reminiscent: School'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3527022347587838543</id><published>2009-02-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:02:23.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carole Matthews- Chocolate Lovers' Club</title><content type='html'>Ooh... Even the name of this book ounds delicious, what say the book?&lt;br /&gt;This book is about four girls who are totally addicted to chocolate. Sounds boring? Totally NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character is Lucy Lombard a thirty something (or was it twenty something?) single lady who has a boyfriend that just can't stay loyal. She is the founding member of the Chocolate Lovers' Club, a  club which meets up at a neatly tucked-away outlet called Chocolate Heaven, every time any of them have problems. Lucy's problem : Handling Marcus, her super-unloyal boyfriend, jacob, a cute guy with a dark secret and Aiden Holby, her super-cute boss who hits on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Autumn, a creative art teacher at a drug rehab centre which runs programs for youngsters who want to kick their addiction to drugs. Autumn comes from a rich family and has a younger brother who sells recreational drugs. As the older sibling in a family whose parents are too busy working, Autumn's main problem is keeping her brother out of trouble. In this book, she goes to great lengths to ensure that her brother is well protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, is Nadia, a married Asian woman with a young child. Her husband, Toby, is addicted to online gambling and the family is in jeopardy as he gambles nearly everything away. Nadia has been 'disowned' by her family members as they dissaprove of her choice of a husband. Thus, she has nobody to confide in with the exception of the four members of the Chocolate Lovers' Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but most interesting, is Chantal, the only American in the 'gang'. Chantal is a journalist for a magazine but is currently based in the UK. Her marriage is breaking down although she still loves her husband desperately. Nevertheless, she has a few flings and they get her into serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined together with Clive and Tristan, the gay owners of Choclate Heaven, this gang of Chocolate addicts never fail to dissapoint, giving readers their fair share of excitement, love and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Carole Matthews' books have always rocked, but this is by far her best book ever! Of course, there's also the sequel to this book, Chocolate Lovers' Diet, which rocks too, but I shall not write further for fear of boring you.. If and only if you want to know more, leave me a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3527022347587838543?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3527022347587838543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/02/carole-matthews-chocolate-lovers-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3527022347587838543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3527022347587838543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/02/carole-matthews-chocolate-lovers-club.html' title='Carole Matthews- Chocolate Lovers&apos; Club'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-5332205413037784148</id><published>2009-01-23T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:41:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>When we were young, Holidays used to be happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the world has changed! Holidays are the times of the year where teachers pile extra homework, extra assignments and extra whatever they can pile on us. Yes, we get to sleep in and everything, but the work alone will kill us. I know we are sitting for SPM this year, but that does not mean that we are bots that do work automatically.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we go to school from 7.20 til 2.30 (except Fridays). After that, we either have extra-curricular activities, extra classes, or tuition classes. When we finally manage to get home, its already 5.30 or sometimes even 6pm. We bathe, have dinner then do our homework. Usually, we have enough homework to last us til midnight. Then, of course, we sleep. We wake up 6 hours later and repeat the cycle. Every day, the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for saturdays, sundays and holidays, we wake up at around 10. Then, start homework and assignments. What a life we have. I don't even have the time to read the papers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know more shocking stuff? Teachers go : "We pity you students nowadays.... So much work, so many activities and etc". Then, at the end of the lesson, they give extra homework.&lt;br /&gt;Its really tiring to have to think about unfinished homework during the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chronically depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-5332205413037784148?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5332205413037784148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5332205413037784148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/5332205413037784148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-3275712110008809076</id><published>2008-12-31T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:02:19.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/yes-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/yes-man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I begin, I have to admit, the only reason I even watched this movie at the cinema was because Bedtime Stories was fully booked.... And i didn't feel like watching Australia at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn't really enthusiastic about Yes Man because it starred jim Carrey... Mention Jim Carrey and I think about that super wide and goofy smile that freaks me out, because it usually is sooo unreal... Also, he always used to make slapstick comedies that were BO-RING, like Ace Ventura..... but the keywords in that sentence are : USED TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from the start, this movie was a barrel of laughs... And not the slapstick type, not really, unless you are a really serious person who thinks political debates are the only things that are funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i've actually seen Jim Carrey smile like he actually was happy (not like someone was pointing a gun at him and saying "Smile or i shoot!").. The lines were pretty funny and Mr. Carrey did some spectacular scenes like when he practically swept the girl off her feet at the airport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea what the movie is about, here's a brief summary...&lt;br /&gt;This guy, who is always negative, decides to start saying Yes to EVERYTHING people ask of him after attending a seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I know, the plot seems weak and unconvinving, but truth be told, it builds up pretty well.. There is enough time to introduce the characters and their personalities, see how they change and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you get to see Jim Carrey speak Korean, fly a plane, ride a scooter and a bike, and oh yeah... Serenade a guy who's about to commit suicide then pull him to safety, all while getting the people who are watching the scene to sing along (see picture)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that sounded pretty cheesy, but trust me, it isn't as bad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you looking for a nice way to celebrate the first few days of 2009, go watch the movie....&lt;br /&gt;It gives you a chance to sit back, relax, and enjoy a few laughs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-3275712110008809076?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3275712110008809076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3275712110008809076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/3275712110008809076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-man.html' title='Yes Man'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-2148358577050300525</id><published>2008-12-16T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:31:05.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisingr</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just finished reading Cristopher Paolini's latest novel, Brisingr. This book is the third book of the Inheritance CYCLE (note: its not a trilogy anymore, he has decided to write FOUR books, lets hope it ends with four). Yes, I know its a few months past the release date and some of you are probably gasping and wondering how I could take such a long time to finish the book.... Read on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuation of the books Eragon and Eldest, Christopher Paolini continues to narrate the story of Eragon, an ex-farm boy who turns into a Dragon Rider when a dragon egg hatches for him. As Eragon grows, so does his beloved dragon, Saphira. They both mature in their thoughts as well as physical abilities with passing time. This book marks the greatest improvement in their maturity levels as they are faced with ever more hardship and sorrow, as well as a greater sense of responsibility towards friends, family and country.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not gonna spoil th book for all those of you who haven't read it, (but I'm sure most of you have) so I'm just gonna comment on the overall story and writing style, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, safe to say is a pretty good book, as all of Christopher Paolini's books are. However, before you all run off to join his fan club, I have to say this (and I'm terribly sorry if I offend anyone): Chris, you're a bit too long winded when it comes to describing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, at every start of the chapter or at every interval, adjectives are used so often that the reader loses the actual point of the sentence. Even where it begins to get interesting, such as the action parts or the parts where he's supposed to discover some huge secret, the author manages to squeeze in a dozen adjectives. I mean, readers want to just get to the point, you know...What happens????!!!! Not what the surroundings looked like at that point in time.... This is why i took so long to finish the book....It was like...adjective, adjective, adjective....YAWN....Also, sometimes, the book gets a little too dry...From time to time, he should add in a few jokes(they were pretty scarce in the previous books) just to keep readers from falling asleep or putting the book down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the lack of humour or the over-usage of adjectives was made up for by the portrayal of great emotion, all of which he managed to carry very well. As a reader, I could just imagine how the character felt under certain circumstances, which gave me more insight to the character himself/herself....Also, the language used was quite rich....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this book was pretty good, but i didn't really welcome the idea of a fourth book as his books are sold for quite a high price over here....I don't think I can afford another book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S. I'd like to see the development of the relationship between Eragon and Arya....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : Three and a half stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-2148358577050300525?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2148358577050300525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/brisingr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2148358577050300525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/2148358577050300525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/brisingr.html' title='Brisingr'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-8480217677301370129</id><published>2008-12-12T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:31:26.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My next topic of discussion is a TV show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, may I present to you, Shark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is one of the best law TV shows I've ever seen, the next being Boston Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie revolves around Sebastian Stark(played by James Woods), a criminal defense lawyer who completely turns his life around when he decides to take up a job with the D.A's office prosecuting High Profile Crime Cases. As a great lawyer, naturally, Sebastian's methods when handling cases isn't exactly very ethical, thus earning him the nickname Shark( this also adds to the fun and thrill of watching)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian has a few lawyers working under him who are young, eager to learn, and quite respectful, although sometimes they are shocked at how he breaks the law like a twig. His boss, the D.A, is a superb trial attorney who despises him at first but still cuts him a lot of slack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of what I've said about him wasn't entirely good, the truth is that Sebastian is a good man, trying to do the best by the people he defends. His daughter, Julie, a smart girl who mixes with the wrong crowd, add to his list if problems but her character helps to show the audience that he isn't entirely a bad man...(he does his very best for his daughter, always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episodes are always interesting, with intriguing plots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this show is a nice show with a great cast. Definitely watchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : Four stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-8480217677301370129?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8480217677301370129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/shark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8480217677301370129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/8480217677301370129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/shark.html' title='Shark'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-7283957762139617589</id><published>2008-12-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:31:49.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropic Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-023725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-023725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To : The producers, the cast and crew, and everyone else involved in making this movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously, seriously sorry..... I have picked this movie to review, seeing as this was the only movie I watched this week(I know, amazing right???!!!). And I have to apologise again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ten minutues of the show.....Kinda funny and cute... All in all, it was looking to be a hilarious comedy, just as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everything went downhill.... It was sooooooooo boring....Even the introduction of that Matthew fella and Tom Cruise(I didn't even recognize him) didn't manage to do anything good for the show. From then on, it was a slapstick till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, in the movie, Ben Stiller played a character whose career was going down the drain....I think, after this movie, in reality, Ben Stiller's career really will go down the drain. I mean, the poor guy produced, directed and starred in this shtick. What, he couldn't get John Woo to direct the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the emotional parts, which were supposed to touch the fans and bring tears to their eyes, etc etc.....Let's just say the cast didn't really pull it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old actors, who were all expected to give a stellar performance, really let me down. Robert Downey Junior, Ben Stiller, Jack Black.....NAH..... And as I mentioned before, the addition of stars Matthew Mcconaughey and Tom Cruise were supposed to boost movie ratings, but their performances were barely even commendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only actor who really did well, in my opinion, was Brandon Soo Hoo(see top for pic), the newcomer who plays the kid gang leader, Tran. Although he was probabaly the youngest actor there(with the exception of the little baby Ben Stiller threw down the river) Brandon portrayed his character very well, much to my surprise. He could exploit his facial expression to portray a viscious gang leader and still look kinda cute. And I have to say, great acting. Kudos to the guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating : Two stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special rating(for Brandon's acting) : Four stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-7283957762139617589?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7283957762139617589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/tropic-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7283957762139617589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7283957762139617589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/tropic-thunder.html' title='Tropic Thunder'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873016516221922048.post-7584621705685171920</id><published>2008-12-10T01:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:06:47.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Off</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why i just created this blog... It isn't like anyone is gonna read it...I think...... But oh well, I've done it, so there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post, and I already have nothing to say.... This blog page is going to rot soon.....&lt;br /&gt;XDXPXDXPXDXP Whatever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873016516221922048-7584621705685171920?l=whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7584621705685171920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7584621705685171920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873016516221922048/posts/default/7584621705685171920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whywouldidothistomyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-off.html' title='Starting Off'/><author><name>Rachie_H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03852293931487236558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
