<?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-29152259</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:48:25.230+08:00</updated><category term='anime news'/><category term='travels'/><category term='game news'/><category term='tag replies'/><category term='rambles'/><category term='sentimentals'/><category term='diary'/><category term='short stories'/><title type='text'>-cinamonzdiary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-7084480391321637778</id><published>2009-10-11T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:00:20.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>MOVING, MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED, DARLINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you should move too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, www.thedopoj.blogspot.com, where life just gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to move your asses&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7084480391321637778?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7084480391321637778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7084480391321637778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7084480391321637778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7084480391321637778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-moved.html' title='MOVING, MOVED'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5767964535244018441</id><published>2009-07-01T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:14:25.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime news'/><title type='text'>Hanbun no tsuki ga noboru sora D:</title><content type='html'>"If you really want something, reach out and grab it. That is what your hands are for after all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which is important? Your own happiness or the happiness of the one you love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who give up without trying are the real fools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quotes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanbun no tsuki ga noboru sora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5767964535244018441?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5767964535244018441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5767964535244018441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5767964535244018441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5767964535244018441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/hanbun-no-tsuki-ga-noboru-sora-d.html' title='Hanbun no tsuki ga noboru sora D:'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8852288469440960921</id><published>2009-06-27T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:56:32.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>EH YOO!</title><content type='html'>I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka. Just returned home at 3 in the morning. Then when I woke up at 9, decided to return Ms. Fang's call and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to be quarantined for 7 days :D Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Haha, I will kind of miss going to school with bin and gang but then... now I have time to finish my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping the quarantine subject, HONGKONG &amp;amp; MACAU was fab! I might be posting pictures but don't count on it. I still owe bins and mins some pictures after all. So anyway, shall relate to everybody my HONGKONG &amp;amp; MACAU experience :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt; 22/06/09&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 8 in the morning and started on some last-minute packing. Haha, was searching for sufficient underclothes actually :D It was my first budget airlines experience and I thought it was okay. Except the budget terminal is so small and pathetic with only a Han's and a Macdonalds. It really looks the job. It is after all, a budget terminal. We were discussing lunch plans while having breakfast at Mac's. It appears that budget airlines have really expensive food, and I'm only talking about cup noodles. Mum wanted to sneak in some sandwiches but Daddy and I didn't really want to have to sneak around just to eat. Turns out our worries were unfounded. The people on the plane brought their own food and were all eating right under the stewardess' noses. Like seriously. They even brought an assortment of food ranging from fruits (e.g. grapes) to desserts (e.g. cakes, kueh lapis etc...). Nobody said anything about them so in the end we all ate Mum's sandwiches =.= After a four hour flight of sleeping with trombone concertos blasting throught my mp3, we finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first stop... Ole London Hotel. It was actually pretty decent for a two-star hotel, being newly renovated and all. Everything was new and even though it was small, it was nice. I especially loved their television because it sports about 100+ channels. I was totally hooked on to their japanese tv shows with chinese subs. Really interesting and funny. And I even saw this... the anime Gokusen with... wtf?! Hokkien dubs?! It was really funny to watch because it sounded like ****. I can't really find words to describe, just really horrible. So anyway, we dropped our luggage and made our way to Tai Sam Pa - the ruins of Saint Paul's cathedral. On the way we shopped around through the streets and I found it amazing because they can have the same biscuit shop with like 5 branches and more on that one street. Tough competition &gt;:D The church ruins were pretty awesome. Very grand and nice even though it's like old. We even visited a grave. After shopping around somemore we went back to the hotel and refreshed ourselves with a bath before heading out to find food. In the end dinner was settled at some roadside noodle store. The food was not bad and I didn't see any roaches or anything so I assumed it should be safe. Felt kinda cool eating there cause it feels like you were in a HongKong drama :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt; 23/06/09&lt;br /&gt;Today we were heading to HongKong! Left the hotel early in the morning to embark towards the macau jetty. Enjoyed my first Macau bus trip. It was okay, kind of like Singapore's transitlink buses. Anyway, passed by quite a number of Casinos O.O The boat that we sat on was pretty cool. The inside of the boat is like a plane and they have like stewardesses too. Except maybe they're not called air stewardesses anymore. Anyway, the fare is about 30 + SGD? It took one whole hour to reach but I was sleeping so it was okay. When we arrived we went straight to HongKong's MTR (Singapore calls it the MRT) and bought one day travel passes. With those equipped, it was straight to HONGKONG DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland has their own train station called the Disney Resort Station. It's on a seperate line and that line and is the only station on that line. At the interchange, I got a shock because the train that came was seriously a disney train. IT IS THE MOST AWESOMEST TRAIN I HAVE EVER SAT IN MY LIFE. They have like velvet cushioned seats and the windows are in the shape mickey's head. and they have many disney characters' bronze statues displayed in glass cases. Even the handle bars that hang from above and mickey-shaped. It feels totally magical inside and you feel like a kid all over again. Everyone, and I mean everyone, started camwhoring the minute they boarded the train. The Disney train station is also pretty cool. It looks like it jumped straight out of Kingdom Hearts. Anyway, you have to walk quite a long way to get disneyland from the station but it was kind of exciting walking there while listening to the disney songs blasting from those lamposts. It was freaking hot but it didn't put anyone down. The disney souveniers are really cute and fantastic I felt like buying the whole shop home. I totally regret not saving up more money to get myself something T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland is totally awesome even though it's really kiddish. There aren't any exciting rides but it is still fun because there are tons of shows to watch. We head straight to Sleeping Beauty's Castle fist because Mum complained that even though she went to 2 Disneylands already, she never made it to the castle. So well, we warmed-up first with that Dumbo kids ride. Saw many little caucasians sporting fancy dresses and cosplaying as the disney princesses :D They look so cute. It started raining soon after we got off Dumbo so we ran for shelter. We were just lucky to run into Mickey's Philharmagic performance just right on showtime. It was quite cool because I got to see french horns and trombones :D Haha, it's actually a 4D show like the one in movieworld except it's not shrek but it's with mickey and gang. I really liked it. It was really cute. Haha :D Then after we came out the rain stopped for awhile so we decided to move on to adventureland because we thought it would be more exciting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to take the jungle river cruise :D It was kind of like some role-playing game. You go for a ride with the tour guide but you end up getting lost in some unknown part of the river kinf od storyline but seriously, our tour guide had lousy acting skills so it didn't feel the least bit exciting. Still, the river tour was kind of cool. There was a part at the back where we got stuck in some volcano place and real fire totally burst out from the rocks nearby. It was totally hot but cool at the same time. Then when we came out it started raining heavily again so we went to the restaurant opposite for lunch. Lunch was good and not as expensive as I thought it would be. The set meal was like 15 SGD person and it was extremely filling. I felt like I could die from overeating. It was still drizzling when we finished so we decided to go back to fantasyland (sleeping beauty's castle area) to watch more shows indoors. Was hoping to catch winnie the pooh adventures but they were undergoing some uppgrading so we went to "it's a small world" for a spin. Quite interesting to watch but also a little boring. Because it's just moving and singing puppets from different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Tomorrowland. Went to try out the only exciting ride they have there- Space Mountain. It's a high speed rollercoaster in the dark so you can't see where you are going. The only light around you are little dots of light that are supposed to be stars. I was so scared because it sounded scary but it's actually not as good as scoobydoo. I kept anticipating a really steep slope but it never came. It's just really fast that's all. So that ended in a blink of an eye. After that, we went to watch stitch's encounter. It's quite interesting and funny because it's an interactive show where you can talk to stitch and play games. The conversation between stitch and the little kids were funny. Then we went to sit the Buzz Lightyear astro blasters. It was quite fun because it a game where you sit on the car and you get a gun to shoot the monsters around you. I took turns with my mum to use the gun because my gun malfunctioned and didn't work. Dad got an imba high score that tripled ours =.=. I think it's because he had NS training. Also tried out the Autopia driving game which is actually quite lame because the car can move on it own even if you don't drive it. The only thing you can control is the speed of the car and when to stop and start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter we watched a short water parade on the streets where the disney characters go around splashing water at you and making you wet. Thank goodness for umbrellas. Next was the Golden Mickeys Musical which is absolutely fantastic. It was really amusing and I like recorded the whole thing down. Haha, just for future reference though. The live singing and dancing was extremely fun to watch. Our last stop was supposed to be visiting the Tarzan tree house but when we came out of the tree house the festival of the lion king show opened its doors for us. That show was nice too except halfway through it got interrupted and that's kind of like =.= you know. It killed the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left disneyland, we went to Mongkok Ladies Market which is near our hotel. I didn't really see any nice shops which was quite a dissapointment but Cotton On was having this huge sale and I bought quite alot of things from there. We were all extemely exhausted from disneyland so we hurried to the hotel to get refreshed. By the end of the day, it felt like my legs could break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt; 24/06/09&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at this restaurant nearby. Hurray for Dim Sum! Today is Ocean Park day! I was quite excited about it. We had to take a bus there and it was quite a long journey. I was kind of tired but my dad was telling me that this will not be as tiring as disneyland because we will be watching alot of animal shows. Yeah right, not tiring my ass. The stupid ocean park is on a mountain and their pathways are like sloping this way and that. You constantly have to climb uphill. It is so exhausting. I only took one exciting ride because my mum died after that one ride and I didn't want to ride anything alone. We sat on this space ride that goes like around in circle then it lifts you up 180 degrees and swings you around. It almost killed me too. My arms hurt so much from that stupid ride. At first I was wondering why all the people scream as they go upwards and not downwards because I thought isn't the scary part when you go down and feel like you're flying? During the ride I finally understand. When you go upwards 180 degrees straight up, it feels like if you don't hold on, you will fall off the seat. especially when you are upside down. It feels like hanging on to dear life. No wonder my hands ached like crazy. Well, it was worse for mum cause she got so dizzy and only felt better after vomitting. Dad keep telling mum that she's not young anymore so she shouldn't sit such rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that one ride, nobody wanted to sit anymore rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we focused on the animals. Went to visit the Sea Jelly exhibition and its totally cool. The jellyfish are really beautiful floating around. Also went to see their aquarium. They have extremely big fishes there. It was pretty cool. I totally loved the sea turtle :D I even saw a shark egg case. Looks quite gross. Then we went to catch a dolphin and sealion show. The show was a bit disjointed but the animals were so cute so it was okay. After eating some KFC-wannabe meal that tasted like sandpaper, we went to sit the cable car to get to the lower section of the park. I SAW A PANDA LIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. They were totally cute!!!! :D I so wanted to climb over to hug them. They are really greedy too. After they ate their biscuit and dranks their water, they went back to their enclosure, found a comfortable spot and started munching on leaves. ALOT OF LEAVES. They just sat there and kept on munching. Like as if they are having a eating leaves competition. Haha, totally cute &lt;3 After that there was nothing interesting to do so we decided to move on to our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop! The Peak!&lt;br /&gt;First off, after alighting from the bus from Ocean Park, we had to walk a really long distance to get to the peak tram station. It was quite tiring walking there because you're walking uphill all the way -.- The peak tram was kinda cool. The hill or mountain or whatever you call it is like real steep and the tram just goes up like that. You kind of feel like you're riding on a rollercoaster except you never get to the part where it goes down. After a short ride, we arrived at the peak! It really is high up and you can see an amazing view of HongKong's cityscape :D Had dinner at Macdonalds and went up to the sky terrace to admire HongKong's night view. Super awesome view! It looks amazing from that high up. HongKong looks extremely pretty :D Everyone was squeezing around the edge trying to get nice photos. It felt a little scary though. I mean, I have this phobia of heights and I was that high up then. I could feel my legs turning jelly. Just so you know, jelly legs + tired legs = really wobbly legs. Couldn't stand being there for too long so we decided to head back to the hotel. On the way, shopped around the ladies market for one last time :D Didn't buy anything though. Tried their curry fishballs. HongKong people should really learn to eat more hot stuff. Their curry tastes like water :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt; 25/06/09&lt;br /&gt;Woke up later today because today is a slack day! Had Dim Sum breakfast at the same restaurant again :D We were going back to Macau today! Took the ferry back and had nice nap on the way... It was time to visit The Venetian Hotel. Took a shuttle bus from the jetty there. Decided not to have lunch at the hotel because it looked expensive. So we head on to the nearby TaiPa Village to have some authetic Portugese food at the Pinocchio restaurant. Another long walk to this village. Many shops were closed then and it look rather deserted. Even the restaurant only had like two other families eating there. The food was good though and really filling. Ate my first roasted pidgeon. Definitely tasted better than chicken :D We took a super long time to eat. By the time we finished eating, it was already... 4 pm? Oh well, made our way The Venetian Hotel after that. We walked for a really really really really long time before reaching. Haha, we were trying out a different route but ended up having to circle the whole hotel before finding the entrance. My dad was grumbling as we walked :D Took a few pictures cause the hotel was really nice. Then saw a family sitting a canoe or whatever you call it inside the hotel. This asian guy was rowing the boat and he really does sing quite well :D This group of China tourist saw him rowing while singing and they kept trying to catch his attention so they could take photos or something. They kept shouting "Hello!" to him while he was singing. I felt quite embarassed for them :X Entered a casino for the first time. Those gamblers were puffing away on their cigarettes in the air-conditioned room. Stinky! Was looking at them gamble but don't know how the games were played. Dad was like "Don't ask me this kind of things" when I asked him about the games. Was too full to have dinner so soon so we just went straight back to the hotel after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Five&lt;/span&gt; 26/06/09&lt;br /&gt;Went to have breakfast at a nearby congee house before going to shop around Tai Sam Pa again. Bought two pairs of jeans from Giordano and a sesame street t-shirt from Bossini. Hehe, I love cookie monster! Their Giordano and Bossini have way cooler designs than in Singapore &lt;3 Anyway, soo we were headed to the Macau tower for this expensive buffet lunch in the 360 rotating restaurant. Whoa, the restaurant is like on the 60th level! And it rotates 360 degrees too. So you're always having a different view outside while you eat. The buffet food was quite good. I loved the soba and this pork thingy which you can dip in 3 kinds of different mustards from different countries. French and England's mustard tasted like wasabi ._.  Loved it still :D The cheese cake there is love! Haha, I loved their angel cake too, simple and nice. The view up there is also awesome. Somebody saw people bungee jumping halfway through their meal but we missed it cause it was too far away. But when we came out of the restaurant and was taking a breather outside, we witnessed people bungee jumping. Haha, we were just walking when we heard someone shouting "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Then we looked up and saw this guy falling from above. Quite interesting :D Went back to Tai Sam Pa to buy biscuit souveneirs and then grabbed our luggage from the hotel. The bus towards the airport from there took a freaking half an hour to come =.= Airport food there sucked. So expensive but not totally awesome. Hehe, wore a mask for the first time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that? Haha, I had fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8852288469440960921?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8852288469440960921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8852288469440960921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8852288469440960921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8852288469440960921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-yoo.html' title='EH YOO!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7919499465684069777</id><published>2009-06-13T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:16:20.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Yes, I can.</title><content type='html'>It's time for a transformation I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work my very all since the future seems so dreary now. In order to change that I need a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transform myself! It's time for the lazy ass to change! Lift your butt up and get going lest the going gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a lazy bum change into a workaholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7919499465684069777?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7919499465684069777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7919499465684069777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7919499465684069777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7919499465684069777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-i-can.html' title='Yes, I can.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7776068281167619762</id><published>2009-05-31T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:28:31.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>dudum swo dudum</title><content type='html'>EEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming! I'm going! I'm scared &gt;.&lt; I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of this treacherous journey, there lies my dream, faith, and hope.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down on me until you see what I can become.&lt;br /&gt;I will put in my all in growing and maturing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to become greater and better.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you don't know me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be unafraid to catch your dreams lest they dissolve into thin air, leaving no trail behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7776068281167619762?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7776068281167619762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7776068281167619762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7776068281167619762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7776068281167619762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/dudum-swo-dudum.html' title='dudum swo dudum'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5378163503963411236</id><published>2009-05-03T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:55:46.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop slacking/procastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; you lazy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5378163503963411236?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5378163503963411236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5378163503963411236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5378163503963411236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5378163503963411236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8752142262262781775</id><published>2009-04-04T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:06:07.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, Mr. Ng.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mrs. Wong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mr. Lim.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mr. Teo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mr. Iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mdm Sau.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Javier.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Si Hui.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Wei Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to all the alumni too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed. I couldn't do it. Couldn't make anyone proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nicholas Tan, I'm especially sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Through all these times you've been with us. Taught us even though you could very well study for your A Levels. You've encouraged us. You've cared for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't do anything to repay you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. Sorry I couldn't get back the GWH for you. Sorry I couldn't even get a gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to face you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr. Ng and Mrs. Wong, I'm especially sorry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved us, cared for us, were concerned about us... But I couldn't reward your efforts. There is no GWH to give. Mr. Ng always scolded us before. But I know he was just concerned about us. He lost his sleep, always thinking about us and always making time to take us. He tried to teach us everything he knew. But why couldn't we become good enough? I'm sorry, Mr. Ng, I truly am. We have failed you. To Mrs. Wong, we couldn't give you the GWH even though you've stood by us. Everybody understands your love for this band and your love for all of us. We wanted to give you something in return for all the love and effort you put into us. We wanted to, but we failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to the both of you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the alumnis, I don't know how to face you guys. We've ruined the DHSSB you created. We've brought it down to shambles. The GWH you've all worked so hard to achieve is now replaced by a mere silver. I am truly ashamed of myself. I am sorry. Really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to everybody who pinned high hopes on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to worry about me. I've fell and shed tears till my eyes run dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's time to climb back up. I want to climb even higher than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mr. Ng can give us another chance. Because we don't want to give up now. We want to continue this journey until we get the GWH. Please, give us another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior High Band, I will definitely be a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8752142262262781775?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8752142262262781775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8752142262262781775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8752142262262781775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8752142262262781775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9110362249127460253</id><published>2009-03-07T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:58:16.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Remember, jingjie!</title><content type='html'>Confidence: Belief in oneself and one's capabilities; self -reliance; assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a mission to retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingjie, remember the old times? When I was just a year one, a newbie with nobody teaching me the ropes, how did I feel? In the past, I messed up, and messed up, and messed up... but I didn't give up. In the past, I was never recognized. Always the one sitting in that lonely corner, always the incompetent one, always the one who was outshone. At first, I felt depression. I was crying all the time. But when the tears are no longer able to wash away the pain, they dry up and lighted a fire within me. At that moment, I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want to stay like this forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Mr. Ng to look at me. I wanted him to tell me I was good. I wanted him to smile at me with that pride written all over his face.  I wanted him to accept me. I wanted others to accept me. I wanted them to look up to me and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wow, that is Jingjie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I worked, and worked, and worked. I went for band everyday, smiling. This week I couldn't play this part, but the next week, I could. I climbed and climbed, even though I barely noticed, because I wasn't there yet. Then one day he was shocked by my improvement and he said: "Whoa, what did you eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling at me. He was proud of me. He saw me for the first time in so long. I was there in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it then... why did I give up now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I forgot this, but now I found it back, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though everybody says, you're not doing this for anyone but yourself, I want to do this for Mr. Ng. I want him to be even more proud of me. I don't want him to regret ever thinking that I was good. I want him to think that I'm even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling everybody that I play badly but I've never done anything about it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the farthest I can go yet. I will continue paving ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9110362249127460253?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9110362249127460253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9110362249127460253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9110362249127460253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9110362249127460253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-jingjie.html' title='Remember, jingjie!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5773835935917956951</id><published>2009-03-04T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:38:45.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>remember my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to try harder :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I want to become a game designer for square enix/character desinger for studio ghibli and be in charge of the final fantasy projects/Hayao Miyazaki films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to become an anti-procastinator? Let's be more pro-active in work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I didn't go for full band. Sorry, I'll try to make it up :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;square enix. final fantasy. game designer. studio ghibli. character designer. computing. dreams &amp;amp; wishes unfufilled. How hard can I push myself to? Where will be the next stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5773835935917956951?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5773835935917956951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5773835935917956951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5773835935917956951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5773835935917956951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-my-dreams.html' title='remember my dreams.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3782198494749030526</id><published>2009-02-28T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:59:18.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>sick and tired.</title><content type='html'>Sick and tired of facing you.&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of you telling me I'm not trying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of watching you find excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of hearing you say how much you love b**d&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of you trying to force your way back into the world you no longer belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of you, you and just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We used to be happy together, but now we're even happier without you.&lt;br /&gt;You love the b**d but unfortunately, we don't love you back. And I bet you didn't even know that.&lt;br /&gt;Under the covers, are you really sure about how we feel towards you?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no, but you don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin// linked :D&lt;br /&gt;MS. SOPHS// I'M NOT MS. JINX &gt;.&lt; and obviously gay fits me :D I'm GAY!&lt;br /&gt;Isabel// linked :D JIA YOU FOR SYF! Loves your harp!&lt;br /&gt;Binx2// It's okay, extreme gayness was what I was looking for :D Haha, are you trying to hint to me that you already found it?&lt;br /&gt;Eli// JIA YOU TOO :D Loves cellos!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3782198494749030526?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3782198494749030526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3782198494749030526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3782198494749030526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3782198494749030526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-and-tired.html' title='sick and tired.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1329381248129657595</id><published>2009-02-21T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:17:12.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>a short story.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered about a short story I thought about a long time ago. So I've decided to pen it down lest I forget it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and take your bath now! And stop sitting in front of the computer for the whole day! It spoils your eyesight! Do you want to become like me in the future and can't see anything?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember my grandmother 's nagging from yesterday. But today, I'm standing here, twenty-four hours later, staring into a dark wooden coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ancient face seemed to stare back at me even though her eyes were closed. Even with the excessive make-up, I could still notice the paleness and stiffness of her skin. My grandmother... in a coffin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, frantically, hoping to find someone who could explain the situation but then I saw my father sitting in a corner, his face ashen white. My father is a tough man, a masochist. But this time there were tears rolling down his face unstopped. He used to say "real men don't shed tears easily"... what happened to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was kneeling down beside father, howling in distress.&lt;br /&gt;"Mother! Mother! How could you leave us so suddenly!" She weeped piteously, with every sob pulling at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother... is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood. Grandmother is gone forever. Somehow, I felt sad. Why is that? I thought I hated my grandmother. I thought I wished she was gone. And now that she is gone, why am I feeling sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blackout... and suddenly, I'm blinded by a flash of white light. I saw myself sitting in front of the computer as usual, listening to music casually. Is this a memory? I continued to watch this scene in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother hobbled into the room slowly and sighed as she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dinner is ready! Go bathe and eat now!" She nagged irritably, shaking her head. I saw myself roll my eyes and ignore her. My grandmother stood there staring at me for a long time, before walking away with a sigh. I followed her, leaving "myself" behind. Grandmother entered the kitchen and scooped out a portion of the night's dinner. She kept the food in the thermo box an walked away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I always had warm dinners regardless of how late I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flash of light. I'm now in the shopping mall near my house. The crowds hustled and bustled around as usual. I saw my grandmother in the midst of the people. She wore a worried look as she squinted around anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meimei!" She grabbed a stranger girl's arm with relief. The girl slapped her hand in disgust and snorted: "You're mistaken, let go!". She hurried away before my grandmother could say sorry. Once again, my grandmother squinted around anxiously. She was looking for me? I saw 'myself' pushing past the crowd now, making 'my' way to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ma! Where have you been?! Follow us closely!" 'I' said irritably as 'I' came up to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Meimei! Sorry..." I felt a pang of regret as grandmother bit her lip and apologised. Only until now, did I see the tears welling up behind her glazed eyes as she held onto my hand. She swallowed hard, pushing the tears back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we were in the car. I could see my grandmother sitting at one and of the car and beside her, at the other end, was 'me'. My grandmother took a glance towards me and placed her hand on the seat just as 'I' did. Slowly, she inched her hand towards mine. 'I' was looking out of the window, ignoring her. She reached out to hold my hand, but hesitated and pulled back. I could see the sorrow in her eyes now. The sorrow of not being able to get close to her grandaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not have noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was night now. I'm at home. I could see myself lying in bed. Grandmother suddenly walks out of her room. I followed her to the ancestral table where the buddha statue stood. Violent coughing could be heard from my room. Isn't this the time when I got really sick? Grandmother looked towards my room with a worried face. She kneeled down in front of the buddha and prayed faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please let my grandaughter be well and I shall give up a few years of my life." She plead with tears in her eyes and kowtowed, and kowtowed, and kowtowed... until there was a slight bruise on her forehead. Then she silently stood up and returned into her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flash of white light. I'm back at the funeral hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold wind brushed past me and my face felt wet. I stooped over the coffin to have a last look, tears falling against onto the dark wood. My grandmother... is probably in heaven now. I prayed fervently for her and kneeled down. My tears turning to violent sobs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Ah Ma, I'm sorry. I now know that I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(end of story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my grandmother because I'll never have the courage to tell her that I love her and that I know all that she's done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1329381248129657595?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1329381248129657595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1329381248129657595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1329381248129657595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1329381248129657595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-story.html' title='a short story.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3413086832694342360</id><published>2009-02-21T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:18:26.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>REVAMP!</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to revamp my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go for a big change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! From EMO--------------&gt; GAY!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm quite proud of this skin, ya know :D It fits me well, I think! I love the purple spider pattern in the background! So adorable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS, look at the time! And I haven't started on homework :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3413086832694342360?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3413086832694342360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3413086832694342360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3413086832694342360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3413086832694342360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/revamp.html' title='REVAMP!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5877208396585915232</id><published>2009-02-17T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:45:21.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>pulling pulling pulling my socks up</title><content type='html'>My inner mind state is like a stretching rubber bung now. Hmm, wonders when it will snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, emotions have overrun my mind. Maybe it's because of stress or whatever, but, not all the emotions are bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an idea for a new story that I'd like to try writing when I have time while I was on the bus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to try to buck up! I want to master credentium! And perfect my tuning! Even though I don't know if I will quit band or not in year five (since you never know the future), I want to at least leave without regrets. I don't want to leave a mess for my juniors to clean up and just cheer them on, pinning on them all the hopes I have for the band to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave behind a legacy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard, so I hope I can at least pull through. Doesn't matter if we get a gold or not. Just as long as I did my very best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303773943473750242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SZrKTQ25wOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aodsi6YxJYI/s320/n610746898_1723704_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found this on Bin's facebook! Hope I can regain my lao niang spirit! Aja Aja Fighting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tag replies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;MR. KENGS// Of course you like my blog song! I have good taste, okay? Haha,&lt;br /&gt;bass trombone taste :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MS. SOPHS// YES, everybody kena influenced by me now. Even the seniors are&lt;br /&gt;using MR. and MS :D Yay, little men and misses trombones!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MS. WENS// haha, I used to have dog phobia too! But I think they're too cute&lt;br /&gt;to resist in the end :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rosy// YESH, okay, NANA! I linked you :D And of course my dog is cute! Cuter&lt;br /&gt;than Bin's :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BinBin// Are you sure?! You'd better start finding now then, I think you'll&lt;br /&gt;take a long search :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5877208396585915232?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5877208396585915232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5877208396585915232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5877208396585915232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5877208396585915232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/pulling-pulling-pulling-my-socks-up.html' title='pulling pulling pulling my socks up'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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/_DI2PISxueps/SZrKTQ25wOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aodsi6YxJYI/s72-c/n610746898_1723704_2627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-8730890376880717934</id><published>2009-02-07T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:32:27.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>kimbab. KIMBUM. kimbab :D</title><content type='html'>TADAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. JINGS is hereby officially introducing her new target: KIM SANG BUM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299970196327043154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SY1G0Cg7EFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8d-6ZpOZcbk/s320/download.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I feel a little bad for all his other fans, BUT, nobody snatches from the great MS. JINGS :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's mine now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8730890376880717934?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8730890376880717934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8730890376880717934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8730890376880717934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8730890376880717934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/kimbab-kimbum-kimbab-d.html' title='kimbab. KIMBUM. kimbab :D'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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/_DI2PISxueps/SY1G0Cg7EFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8d-6ZpOZcbk/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-2107915733591977332</id><published>2009-02-01T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:11:49.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><title type='text'>replies.</title><content type='html'>And now, finally for some tag replies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MS. SOPHS// Haha, yeahyeahyeah, you are THE light. I shall come look for you the next time there's a blackout :D You can decide where to go for sectional outing! Go somewhere cheap please!&lt;br /&gt;MR. KENGS// WAHH! My emo-ness kena zapped by you luh. But actually you emo more than me can? I should go zap your emo-ness too XD&lt;br /&gt;MS. WENS// LOL. yay, wenlin must change name to MS. WENS too X) ZOMG, then all the tbones can become the little Men and Little Miss trombones. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Nic// Haha, that was just the first impression luh. Now don't have luh.&lt;br /&gt;BinBin// Even if I'm random, also not as random as you :D You always randomly attack people's boobs! Tsktsk, must be more demure and conservative. kay? Next time nobody want to marry you luh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2107915733591977332?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2107915733591977332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2107915733591977332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2107915733591977332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2107915733591977332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/replies.html' title='replies.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-958627616085505635</id><published>2009-02-01T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:15:38.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>I'm a bitch. so what?</title><content type='html'>Yeah man, I realized something after yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a bitch, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bitching about someone is extremely fun, especially about that someone. I don't know why but the things that you do, is stupidly and insanely funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Well, I guess it's not good to talk behind someone's back so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall start repenting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One second of repenting has been done.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I think I'm forgiven, right? At least I repe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nted for one second :D I'm sure that's more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Ready for more bitching again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, had fun talking to everybody yesterday. It was so enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though that ridiculous Auntie esca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out returning my beloved purple pencil,&lt;/span&gt; but still, it was a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I really bonded with my juniors yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;terday :D It's these kind of things that make me feel more motivated for band. It makes me love my juniors more so I want to see them again soon! When's the next band practice man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. I shall stay if my juniors do too! They're just too adorable to abandon, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that I haven't ever posted a picture of my Sora f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so here you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVeCpJ_7wI/AAAAAAAAANE/AmIANmAh0XA/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVeCpJ_7wI/AAAAAAAAANE/AmIANmAh0XA/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297743936171798274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVebQUeTsI/AAAAAAAAANM/r9KdT6MZFqk/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVmpfEg7lI/AAAAAAAAANc/kg66tEepVQQ/s320/Photo071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297753399572360786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVnP98PbTI/AAAAAAAAANk/bYqnOh8oF5A/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVnP98PbTI/AAAAAAAAANk/bYqnOh8oF5A/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297754060694187314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVnjjFShwI/AAAAAAAAANs/UhnLvSsZhiY/s1600-h/Photo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVnjjFShwI/AAAAAAAAANs/UhnLvSsZhiY/s320/Photo026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297754397081765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-958627616085505635?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/958627616085505635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=958627616085505635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/958627616085505635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/958627616085505635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-bitch-so-what.html' title='I&apos;m a bitch. so what?'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SYVeCpJ_7wI/AAAAAAAAANE/AmIANmAh0XA/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-1696695253359195848</id><published>2009-01-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:33:56.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>fatigue.</title><content type='html'>I don't how many times I have been saying this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help yourselves and help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least give us a reason to work. If you don't work hard, we can't bring ourselves to do it either. If you tell me you're tired, I can say the same thing. At the very least, be willing, so that we can do our best to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a challenge. And you have the responsibility to rise up to the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us all. Be the hero, save everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chance lies in your hands. Give us a chance and give yourself a chance too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1696695253359195848?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1696695253359195848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1696695253359195848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1696695253359195848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1696695253359195848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/fatigue.html' title='fatigue.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7228830018463660978</id><published>2009-01-03T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:08:34.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>gayest drama ever in 2009. ACTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated New Year to everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of on a movie craze now, but I did do some homework! I swear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was yet another reflective day, and I got really touched by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was baking new year pineapple tarts for you people with my mum, we starting talking... And I was telling her about band randomly. I somehow feel relief when I think about how I started in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember(and so does my mum remember) the days I spent crying at first. There was the "guides problem" and the loneliness of a newcomer. I remember grappling with the mere basics of my trombone playing as I sat at that lonely corner of the classroom, watching and envying the group of trombones sitting so far away. The strong and grand sounds of the trombone choir touched my heart and I kept trying my best, hoping I could be that good one day. I remember when Nicholas used to teach me and how I used to dislike him at first(no offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what he said once. "You don't compare my sound with yours. I played for three years and you are just starting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually motivated me. At that moment, I really want to try my best to shake off that beginner label that branded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times when everyone was too busy preparing for SYF to care about me. The times when I feel lost because nobody taught me anything new. And I even remember when Mr Tan came to visit me once. I was so touched by him. I still remember what he said to me. Those words of encouragement, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was during this lonely time, when the gods probably took pity of me and sent me light. The year ones came, four of them, four newbies, just like me. I remember how excited I was to teach them. I also remember how awkward it was at first. They were so hardworking and quiet and I had to keep thinking of jokes to tell them because there was nothing to break the ice with.  Gradually, though I can't remember how, we grew closer and now they talk so much and are so intimate with me. They are like my children cause I taught them(not to act old or anything). Thank you, Keng Heng, Sophin, Wenlin and Chervelle. You probably didn't know but you brought new meaning to my boring band life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything started to get better. I started to improve and I started to get accepted. I remember the time when I grew so quickly that even Mr. Ng took notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you eat?" I remember him teasing me during one rehearsal. Words like "The third stand is the most important, that's why I put you in bass trombone" lighted my heart ablaze with fire even though I knew that in his heart, I could never compare to that someone no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm reminded of this today. I think I kind of forgot all this. Like I had buried it underneath the fighting and bitching I have done in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, my mum told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want us to come for your concert this year?" I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;"That day when we went to your senior's concert, dad asked me why I didn't come to watch you perform. He said I should support you." I could feel my tears welling up when I heard this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mum. You've done so much for me by giving me support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, a very happy new year to you all. I wish for health and happiness for all my loved ones, family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7228830018463660978?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7228830018463660978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7228830018463660978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7228830018463660978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7228830018463660978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/gayest-drama-ever-in-2009-action.html' title='gayest drama ever in 2009. ACTION!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8957129499103027394</id><published>2008-12-30T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:20:53.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Frustrations.</title><content type='html'>Thank god for family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, all that pent up stressed finally found its solace. After I blurted out everything to my family I feel so relieved! And not to mention how glad I was to find that they are behind me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try not to bow down to her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family just keep telling me how I should stand up to her. Put her in her place or whatever. Even my mum said she's a bitch. Like can you believe that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM said the word BITCH. It's like weird and funny to hear her say that. Okay, maybe she didn't really say "bitch", but she said the chinese equivalent of it, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I shouldn't say "me thinks" anymore because it's what that head girl Harriet keeps saying in the movie "Wild Child". Just finished watching it and it's awesome! Somehow, I think the guy is quite the hottie :D Good thing the female lead is a prettyface or it would be so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I do prefer British accent to American. It sounds good, no? Like how they would say "scottish" as "scott-ish". That's like so cute... in a weird sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's band activity will be really tiring. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT. I'M NOT FREE LABOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might just sue the band for child labour someday. It's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8957129499103027394?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8957129499103027394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8957129499103027394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8957129499103027394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8957129499103027394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6392888897733740791</id><published>2008-12-20T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:33:58.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>tag replies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Moch// BOOHOO. Then I can only say... HATES MOCH!&lt;br /&gt;Wenlin// Of course luh! My mahjong mahs!&lt;br /&gt;TongWei// I missed you man :D&lt;br /&gt;Roy// Lol. Patapon gets boring after a while ._.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas// You should have thought about that before making me the band treasurer.&lt;br /&gt;Dilys// LOL. I'm okay luh! I'm not the kind of person who will emo very long one.&lt;br /&gt;KahMin// Aiyoh, you poor thing. Go and smack that bloody psp shop guy.&lt;br /&gt;BinBin// LOOOOOL. BINBIN IS A SHORTY YAY! randomness -.-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6392888897733740791?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6392888897733740791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6392888897733740791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6392888897733740791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6392888897733740791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8172437563178574037</id><published>2008-12-20T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:27:44.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I can't shake the feeling that I'm too easily influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be dead sure about something for a moment and the next thing you know it, I doubt myself when someone tells me the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river which flows into many directions, never knowing which one was the correct path. Would life be different for me if I didn't make those choices? I could believe this is the right way to go and when other people talk, I turn away towards the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing? It's as if the society conforms me. But then, I don't want to lose my sense of self. Will "I" fade away into nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8172437563178574037?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8172437563178574037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8172437563178574037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8172437563178574037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8172437563178574037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7570841614452474023</id><published>2008-12-12T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:30:57.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Emo-ing although it ain't my thing.</title><content type='html'>Did you ever wish you were another person, leading another life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like that this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the road pretending to be another person again. Like I wasn't Zhong Jingjie. Wasn't a Singaporean. Wasn't a Dunmanian. Didn't play the trombone. Didn't live in Punggol. Didn't have a good friend turned bad. Didn't bitch about her after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like we all don't know what I'm talking about. But then again, I don't feel like Ms. Nice today and don't feel like doing that "Let's-put-on-big-fake-smileys-and-try-to-pretend-nothing-happened-although-we-all-know-the-world-changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's so tiring doing something that you don't like. It's like reading a very hard book and trying even harder to make sense of those unidentifiable words that go on forever. Like trying to make any sense of why I'm even playing this game of pretend with you. Even when the whole world knows what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, suck it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I can't put up this happy facade forever when I ain't no Elmo. And that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7570841614452474023?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7570841614452474023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7570841614452474023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7570841614452474023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7570841614452474023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo-ing-although-it-aint-my-thing.html' title='Emo-ing although it ain&apos;t my thing.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-817968539473674276</id><published>2008-11-04T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:55:27.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>粉雪 konayuki</title><content type='html'>I love this song so much, I'm going to post the lyrics here so that I can sing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;粉雪 Konayuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Remioromen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;konayuki mau kisetsu wa itsumo surechigai&lt;br /&gt;hitogomi ni magiretemo onaji sora&lt;br /&gt;miteru noni&lt;br /&gt;kaze ni fukarete nitayou ni kogoeru noni&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season of snow powder always come&lt;br /&gt;Although we are mixed up with a mass of people&lt;br /&gt;we are looking on the same sky&lt;br /&gt;Blown by the wind, and we are chilled by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;boku wa kimi no subete nado shittewa inai darou&lt;br /&gt;soredemo ichiokunin kara kimi&lt;br /&gt;wo mitsuketayo&lt;br /&gt;konkyo wa naikedo honki de omotterunda&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've found you among 100 million of&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;There's no proof but I'm very serious of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sasai na iiai mo nakute onaji jikan wo ikitenado ikenai&lt;br /&gt;sunao ni narenai nara&lt;br /&gt;yorokobi mo kanashimi mo munashiidake&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to live in the same time with no single quarrel&lt;br /&gt;If we can't be honest, happiness and sadness are just meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara&lt;br /&gt;futari no kodoku wo wakeau&lt;br /&gt;koto ga dekitano kai?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the snow powder may whiten deep to our heart&lt;br /&gt;Could we both share our loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;boku wa kimi no kokoro ni mimi wo oshiatete&lt;br /&gt;sono koe no suru hou e sutto&lt;br /&gt;fukaku made&lt;br /&gt;orite yukitai soko de mou ichido aou&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would press my ear near to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And go down deep into the place where I hear that voice and meet you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;wakari aitai nante uwabe&lt;br /&gt;wo nadeteita nowa boku no hou&lt;br /&gt;kimi no kajikanda&lt;br /&gt;te mo nigiri&lt;br /&gt;shimeru koto dakede tsunagatteitanoni&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to understand each other&lt;br /&gt;It's me who softly brush the surface&lt;br /&gt;Just by tightly gripping your numb and cold hand&lt;br /&gt;We are tied to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;konayuki nee eien wo mae ni amarini moroku&lt;br /&gt;zaratsuku asufaruto no ue shimi ni&lt;br /&gt;natte yukuyo&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow powder is too fragile&lt;br /&gt;In front of us, keep on leaving stains on the rough asphalt forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;konayuki nee toki ni tayori naku kokoro wa yureru&lt;br /&gt;soredemo boku wa kimi no&lt;br /&gt;koto mamori tsuzuketai&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow powder doesnot rely on time, moving our heart&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'd still like to keep on protecting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara&lt;br /&gt;futari no kodoku wo&lt;br /&gt;tsutsunde sora ni kaesu kara&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the snow powder may whiten deep to our heart&lt;br /&gt;It will cover both our loneliness and return it to the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;粉&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji1" name="kanji"&gt;雪&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji2" name="kanji"&gt;舞&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;う&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji4" name="kanji"&gt;季&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji5" name="kanji"&gt;節&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;はいつもすれ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji12" name="kanji"&gt;違&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;い&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji16" name="kanji"&gt;人&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ごみに&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji20" name="kanji"&gt;紛&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;れても&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji24" name="kanji"&gt;同&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;じ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji26" name="kanji"&gt;空&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji27" name="kanji"&gt;見&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;てるのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji34" name="kanji"&gt;風&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;に&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji36" name="kanji"&gt;吹&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;かれて&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji40" name="kanji"&gt;似&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;たように&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji45" name="kanji"&gt;凍&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;えるのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji54" name="kanji"&gt;僕&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;は&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji56" name="kanji"&gt;君&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;のすべてなど&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji63" name="kanji"&gt;知&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ってはいないだろう&lt;br /&gt;それでも&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji79" name="kanji"&gt;一&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji80" name="kanji"&gt;億&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji81" name="kanji"&gt;人&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;から&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji84" name="kanji"&gt;君&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji86" name="kanji"&gt;見&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;つけたよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji93" name="kanji"&gt;根&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji94" name="kanji"&gt;拠&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;はないけど&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji100" name="kanji"&gt;本&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji101" name="kanji"&gt;気&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;で&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji103" name="kanji"&gt;思&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ってるんだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji113" name="kanji"&gt;些&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji114" name="kanji"&gt;細&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;な&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji116" name="kanji"&gt;言&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;い&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji118" name="kanji"&gt;合&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;いもなくて&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji124" name="kanji"&gt;同&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;じ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji126" name="kanji"&gt;時&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji127" name="kanji"&gt;間&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji129" name="kanji"&gt;生&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;きてなどいけない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji140" name="kanji"&gt;素&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji141" name="kanji"&gt;直&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;になれないなら&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji149" name="kanji"&gt;喜&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;びも&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji152" name="kanji"&gt;悲&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;しみも&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji156" name="kanji"&gt;空&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;しいだけ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji165" name="kanji"&gt;僕&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;は&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji167" name="kanji"&gt;君&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;の&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji169" name="kanji"&gt;心&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;に&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji171" name="kanji"&gt;耳&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji173" name="kanji"&gt;押&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;し&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji175" name="kanji"&gt;当&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;てて&lt;br /&gt;その&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji182" name="kanji"&gt;声&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;のする&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji186" name="kanji"&gt;方&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;へすっと&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji191" name="kanji"&gt;深&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;くまで &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji197" name="kanji"&gt;降&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;りてゆきたいそこでもう&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji209" name="kanji"&gt;一&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji210" name="kanji"&gt;度&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji211" name="kanji"&gt;会&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;おう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji218" name="kanji"&gt;分&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;かり&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji221" name="kanji"&gt;合&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;いたいなんて &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji230" name="kanji"&gt;上&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji231" name="kanji"&gt;辺&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji233" name="kanji"&gt;撫&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;でていた（なでていた）のは&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji247" name="kanji"&gt;僕&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;のほう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji253" name="kanji"&gt;君&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;の&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji255" name="kanji"&gt;悴&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;んだ（かじかんだ）&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji265" name="kanji"&gt;手&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;も&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji267" name="kanji"&gt;握&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;り&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji269" name="kanji"&gt;閉&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;めることだけで&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji277" name="kanji"&gt;繋&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;がってたのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji288" name="kanji"&gt;粉&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji289" name="kanji"&gt;雪&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ねえ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji292" name="kanji"&gt;永&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji293" name="kanji"&gt;遠&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji295" name="kanji"&gt;前&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;にあまりに&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji301" name="kanji"&gt;脆&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;く&lt;br /&gt;ざらつくアスファルトの&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji316" name="kanji"&gt;上&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji317" name="kanji"&gt;染&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;みになってゆくよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji330" name="kanji"&gt;粉&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji331" name="kanji"&gt;雪&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ねえ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji334" name="kanji"&gt;時&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;に&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji336" name="kanji"&gt;頼&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;りなく&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji340" name="kanji"&gt;心&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;は&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji342" name="kanji"&gt;揺&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;れる&lt;br /&gt;それでも&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji351" name="kanji"&gt;僕&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;は&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji353" name="kanji"&gt;君&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;のこと&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji357" name="kanji"&gt;守&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;り&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji359" name="kanji"&gt;続&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;けたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji367" name="kanji"&gt;粉&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji368" name="kanji"&gt;雪&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;ねえ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji371" name="kanji"&gt;心&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;まで&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji374" name="kanji"&gt;白&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;く&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji376" name="kanji"&gt;染&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;められたなら&lt;br /&gt;２&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji386" name="kanji"&gt;人&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;の&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji388" name="kanji"&gt;孤&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji389" name="kanji"&gt;独&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;を&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji391" name="kanji"&gt;包&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;んで&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji394" name="kanji"&gt;空&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;に&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji396" name="kanji"&gt;返&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="supernote-hover-kanji0" name="kanji"&gt;すから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-817968539473674276?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/817968539473674276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=817968539473674276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/817968539473674276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/817968539473674276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/konayuki.html' title='粉雪 konayuki'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7266485060957238973</id><published>2008-11-04T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:34:27.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>tag replies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Kahmin// You exaggerate too much luh. What's with "you must be a writer"?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It's not even that good =.= If I have to be a writer, you have to be an&lt;br /&gt;official boob blaster man. Oh wait, I forgot you already are. Haha, my blog&lt;br /&gt;never exists to be alive anyway. It's just there when I need it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BinBin// ._.? I don't get the part about pretending to be angry... Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my answers are obviously funny, I'm a humorous bi-sexual, ya' know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NingQian// LOL, you can blogsearch your name? How do you do that,&lt;br /&gt;lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7266485060957238973?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7266485060957238973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7266485060957238973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7266485060957238973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7266485060957238973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-2972807515480973544</id><published>2008-11-04T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:25:50.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>one litre of tears.</title><content type='html'>One Litre of Tears has inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say how much because I haave yet to feel the extent of its inspiration but at least it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about angsty things like death.&lt;br /&gt;And it's no longer about the future that I had claimed to be oh-so-bleak.&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present and what I should do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a fufilling life. And I sort of envied Aya-chan in this sense. Her life though short, was fufilling and impactful. My life is just one heck of lazyness. I obviously want to find my goal in life but before I do, I want to do something about this one heck of lazyness. Because I realised that if I don't change now, by the time I found my goal in life, I might not be able to strive towards it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that lazyness will take hold of me. Slowly, but surely, it will make me lose my will, like it already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to work hard. I want to learn to be responsible. I want to learn to persevere. I want to learn to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I find myself, making all these resolutions to be better but in the end forgetting all of them as if they were just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying "It's okay to do badly this year because it's not so important yet. I will do better next year because next year, it's important" to myself. They are just excuses. Empty words with no truth within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I might not be able to work hard and strive for next year as much as I'd wish to. Lazyness is taking over me like a drug addiction. And it's hard quitting slacking like it's hard quitting smoking. The toxic is spreading over me, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to change. I want to stop the addiction. I want to become the better person that I always dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the road ahead is full of thorns and rocks that will slow me down and trip me. And I know that this might just be another resolution to forget later. But I've made it a point to try my best to endure and to remember whenever I can. "1リットルの涙" will remind me of my pormise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself, that I will try my best to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to betray even myself by breaking that promise. At least, I want to stay true to myself. I want to show the world that even I, can keep a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;がんばっていきまっしょい, Jayちゃん!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2972807515480973544?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2972807515480973544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2972807515480973544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2972807515480973544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2972807515480973544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-litre-of-tears.html' title='one litre of tears.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8510494402312790920</id><published>2008-10-24T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:20:47.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>quizzy.</title><content type='html'>Too much emo things. GayJay isn't supposed to be emo! I'm gay, remember? Wakaka. Here's a quiz from bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The person who tagged: Binx2 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: My youngest daughter ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;short :D&lt;br /&gt;Likes to do dumb things (like calling pizza hut and telling them her no. is 62353535)&lt;br /&gt;laughs and talks damn loudly (she inheirted my genes luh)&lt;br /&gt;Is the cutest person you'll ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you: She brings joy to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing that he/she had said to you: Just bin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will: I will not resort to being a pedophile and commit incest at the same time when I have my harem of bishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be: Her rashness &gt;:D (Hell knows no fury like BinBin's wrath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will: Pacify her? I'm a pacifist kay? WORLD PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be: I got on her nerves by teasing her too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is: Play Patapon with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is: A crazy and vulgur woman who makes you laugh and love her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) How you think people around you will feel about you? Most probably, irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The characteristics you love of yourself are: I carry out reflections constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) On the contrary, the characteristics you hate of yourself are: I tend to irritate people by not knowing what the right thing to say is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) The most ideal person you want to be is: Never a hypocrite. I hope to at least be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) For people who care for and like you, say something to them: Even if our amiable feelings may not last forever, remember that at least I've loved you and never doubt my feeling before even if it were to change in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;1. clarissa&lt;br /&gt;2. bernice&lt;br /&gt;3. chervelle&lt;br /&gt;4. edric?&lt;br /&gt;5. wenlin&lt;br /&gt;6. kengheng&lt;br /&gt;7. sophin&lt;br /&gt;8. NingQian&lt;br /&gt;9. SuanYing&lt;br /&gt;10. Fion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is no.6 having relationship with? (kengheng) *coughs*sophin*coughs* Erm, I ddn't say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is no. 9 a male or female? (SuanYing) female and proud to be part of the lametrios with crappy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (sophin and fion) Well, they are kind of like the same kind of people even if they don't know eatch other ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What is no.2 studying about? (bernice) Possibly another crappy theory for the lame trios with crappy theories or maybe even a new nickname for dearest royroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) When is the last time you had a chat with no.3? (chervelle) That'd be last monday. She didn't come for band today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What kind of music band does no.8 like? (NingQian) English pop songs that I don't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Does no.1 have any siblings? (clarissa) Yeah, a cute little brother who likes to play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Will you woo no.3? (chervelle) I might cause she's so pretty and cute! But she's already Chervelle Su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) How about no.7? (sophin) ZOMG! I don't like aunties! And she keeps calling me bella -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Is no.4 single? (edric) From the last time I asked him, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What is the surname of no.5? (wenlin) YAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What's the hobby for no.4? (edric) My guess is... watching hentai animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Does no.5 and 9 get along well? (wenlin and suanying) You think? They might if they even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Where is no.2 studying at? (bernice) XinMin Secondary School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Say something casual about no.1: (clarissa) She Loves herself. *LOVES MOCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you tried developing feelings for no.8? (NingQian) She's way out of my league!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Where does no.9 live at? (Suanying) Hmm, good question. That is for you to find out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) What colour does no.3 like? (Chervelle) I'm thinking green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Are no.5 and 1 best friends? (clarissa and wenlin) Not a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Does no. 1 have any pets? (Clarissa) YES! I LOVE SNOWY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? (Sophin) Sexy Auntie lol. She likes to open her legs to give everyone a free show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What is no. 10 doing now? (Fion) She might just be singing her chinese pop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8510494402312790920?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8510494402312790920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8510494402312790920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8510494402312790920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8510494402312790920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/quizzy.html' title='quizzy.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1878597840374894343</id><published>2008-10-22T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:36:44.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>I wanted to let go.</title><content type='html'>Was tempted to write another story. Maybe this could unveil my part of the story to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling raindrops never fail to make me think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the teardrops rolling down your cheeks looked exactly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitter-patter, down they fall, crashing against my window. And they sounded like your breaking heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down and down they fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left is another puddle of bitter memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the past, all I could see was you and I, together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I would jostle through the commuters, weaving patterns in the crowds as I rushed up the escalator. I would be anxious as the MRT door closes, but you would always be there, smiling at me. I smiled fervently back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons were filled with gossip over canteen lunch. Such good memories, and I'm not talking about the food. Just me and you, enjoying the afternoon breeze and later complaining about how difficult it is to eat with your hair flying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenings passed with long walks home after our CCA, hand in hand, fatigue became a forgotten story left for another time to tell. But at that moment, we had but ourselves. And we talked of dreams and how we were to accomplish them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it changed. Or rather, the both of us changed. And neither of us willing to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were pretty, rich and popular. The girls adored you and the guys loved you.&lt;br /&gt;You were always in the spotlight, standing proud on the stage, knowing you belonged there in front of everybody and amongst their cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just plain old Jane who didn't care to change. I kept my hair short to save the trouble and didn't consent to braces even though my teeth looked like they were knocked crooked with a giant steel hammer. The girls found me irritating and the guys make fun of me. I was always backstage, looking at you, even envying you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage curtain, though only so thin and fragile, sepearted me from you and without noticing, both of us grew into our own worlds. I blended into mine and you stood out in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is amazing because it always changes. This story of mine is amazing because we kept changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at first how we fought against the barrier between us. I tried to blend into your world and you tried to stand out in mine. But alas, things were not meant to be. It was like placing an ugly pebble in the midst of shining pearls and like throwing a ten-carat diamond in with a pile of rubbish. Slowly, the barrier became a wall and the wall became a gap as wide as the universe. Both of us were trying so hard, but we ended up on the edges of this very gap, where one wrong move can cause you to lose footing and fall down, down, and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said, you never wanted to change the way you are. You wanted to be you. It may sound wise to say that but underneath all that, I could see no point. To me, that's how the world is. The world doesn't accept individuals. It functions as a society where no man is an island. You can't expect the world or the society to change for you so you can fit in. The only way to survive is to change yourself for the society and the world's acceptance. When you said you never wanted to change, I grieved for your foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your act of folly pushed both of us down the edge and into the gap that we have created ourselves. We began to fall. Both of us wondering when we shall see the end of this gigantic hole that has swallowed us and break into pieces from the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, is it my fault that it has to become this way? Am I the true antagonist of this tragedy? Is it my cruelty that will prevent me from saving the both of us? You pressed me for a response but I refused to utter a word. Anymore said will kill us both in an instant, that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sarah, you fool. I loved you so much before, so it hurts so much now, but still I cannot comprehend you. You are such a mysterious animal that functions in such a way that I could never make any meaning out of. When I thought you would be angry in an instant and confront me, you choose to encourage our being together even though we were always trapped in awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche or not, I have to say this. Because I love you, I'm letting you go. Should you stay longer by my side, my dislike for you shall escalate ever more and it shall form so sharp a blade that will be then employed to slice your heart until it bleeds to death. And my cruelty will change me until I can only smirk as I see you writhing in agony. Then my consicence will proceed to kill me just like how I killed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you and I'm letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. From Jane, to Sarah. With a dozen broken hearts that loved before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1878597840374894343?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1878597840374894343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1878597840374894343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1878597840374894343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1878597840374894343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanted-to-let-go.html' title='I wanted to let go.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-751674485214247009</id><published>2008-10-21T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:15:22.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>torn.</title><content type='html'>To speak or not to speak, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember holding your hand,&lt;br /&gt;thinking, that it would be this way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But change is the only constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've grown tired of holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;As the journey goes on, I watch you trip.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't bother getting up,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want to help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired from dragging you all around.&lt;br /&gt;My hands grow weary.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I've let go,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who's clutching onto my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts of betrayal arise,&lt;br /&gt;Guilt follows behind, gnawing at my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;I begin to doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am not pulling hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I didn't help you up?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even, I had grown to enjoy watching you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the feeling of being left behind all too well.&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness that one must feel,&lt;br /&gt;The heartache that one must endure,&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness that one must suffer from&lt;br /&gt;And most important, the feeling of betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;I know, for I had once felt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hesitate when the realisation hits me.&lt;br /&gt;Having been relieved of this pain and heartache,&lt;br /&gt;I am now ready to entrust this burden upon you.&lt;br /&gt;Is this cruelty? Or heartlessness?&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be hard on you&lt;br /&gt;as it is on us.&lt;br /&gt;But I beg of you, please bless us with the gift of time,&lt;br /&gt;For time is known to be the most efficient healer.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps distance will increase our desire for friendship&lt;br /&gt;Like how closeness made our dislike boil into detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it rest now,&lt;br /&gt;When I am still able to think of your pains and be perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;Let it rest now,&lt;br /&gt;Before the only thing I can conjure of you is disgust.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it be, leave it be, leave it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-751674485214247009?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/751674485214247009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=751674485214247009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/751674485214247009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/751674485214247009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/torn.html' title='torn.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3341616862121144629</id><published>2008-09-19T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:12:16.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>photoshop cs3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yes, here goes nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first photoshop cs3 creation. An original by thegayjay, only credits are to paul for his arrow brushes. whee~ I made the clouds myself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247733643536405298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SNOx8fLakzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AGCt4Aa9Ryk/s320/the+gayjay+musings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;tag replies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;janyearone// o.o okay, so you are...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rumeng// rumeng is retarded. end of story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;moch// miss you loads too :D loves moch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;secone// is this the same person as janyearone? haha, im from nan chiau&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;binx2// whoa this is like the pot calling the kettle black. you should get&lt;br /&gt;some rest yourself, buddy, and stop mugging to one a.m. in the morning&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jy// randomness. go read your new book luh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3341616862121144629?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3341616862121144629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3341616862121144629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3341616862121144629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3341616862121144629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/photoshop-cs3.html' title='photoshop cs3'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SNOx8fLakzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AGCt4Aa9Ryk/s72-c/the+gayjay+musings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-314762554612815920</id><published>2008-09-15T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:58:31.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>the daily musings of theGAYJAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sometimes we may look back and find good things from the past,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but to find better things, you can only look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-314762554612815920?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/314762554612815920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=314762554612815920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/314762554612815920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/314762554612815920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3692410755923415611</id><published>2008-08-16T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:20:24.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>words &amp; words again.</title><content type='html'>Pain Fury Irritation,&lt;br /&gt;Two dolls that linked hands lay broken,&lt;br /&gt;they could exist as two no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching Slapping Backstabbing,&lt;br /&gt;When friends become enemies&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who might win the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Lightning Tornado,&lt;br /&gt;Through the gap between them,&lt;br /&gt;the wind was howling emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping Breaking Collapsing,&lt;br /&gt;What was once there&lt;br /&gt;was there no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring Flying Zooming by,&lt;br /&gt;Time brushed off like sand by the wind,&lt;br /&gt;revealing the secrets kept hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Grieving Lamenting,&lt;br /&gt;Regrets abound but whose was it?&lt;br /&gt;Mine or yours, I once thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading facades,&lt;br /&gt;both of ours.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I only choose to show you now,&lt;br /&gt;But it was since you showed me yours.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even the lies couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could two so glued together be pulled apart so harshly by their own will?&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to clap just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, Anguish, Regret, Guilt and uncertainty fill&lt;br /&gt;Crushing us and from our hearts they overflow.&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken with empty feelings&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointment, I've had my fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do words mean nothing to you when they mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;Who is feeling worse here, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;The battle horn sounded and people take sides.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be on yours but I realised you were never on mine.&lt;br /&gt;Did that even mean a thing to you?&lt;br /&gt;You can cry but tears are not meant to be pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting and hurting, I wonder is that what you're doing to me or vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;Tears falling down your pretty face but across my ugly heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the bad guy here, but then,&lt;br /&gt;you were never the good guy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never meant to take everything from you. I only meant to take back my everything but you ended up with nothing all the same. You were my friend but I don't think I was yours. Don't you realise that you can only think the same as they do if you're one of them? You've stabbed her once and you'll stab her again so does that make you her friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you even think something like this of your friend? You say that to me too so I'll tell you: the moment I doubted you, you were never the same in my eyes anymore. You were never my friend since then no matter how many self-knitted lies I made to cover-up your ugly truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, people just have enough of all this. That's what it is now. I've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3692410755923415611?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3692410755923415611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3692410755923415611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3692410755923415611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3692410755923415611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-words-again.html' title='words &amp; words again.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-4095281093428844892</id><published>2008-07-08T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:55:48.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>dying is not fun at all.</title><content type='html'>After fifteen years, the only thing I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Procastination kills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I've decided that for now, I shall totally pump myself up. Especially after that disgraceful last third position for the most recent maths test. And well, even though I'm still watching my Zero's Familiar, I have decided to be a good girl and just watch one last episode. After all, watching one anime too fast makes you get bored easily. So... I'll have to keep the interest up because it will be another long find for the next ideal romance anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to introduce to you the anime that I'm watching now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero No Tsukaima (Zero's Familiar)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fond reader of fantasy novels, you should obviously know what familiars are. They are like assisstants of magicians and are usually magical creatures. For example, popular familiars of witches are cats! Well, this story is obviously about someone's familiar. The owner of the familiar is... Louise the Zero. That's her nickname anyway. She has this really long name: Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière :D Yeah well, apparently everyone in the magical world has long and foreign names. For example, the girl's rival is named Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt Zerbst =.= yeah, you get the idea. So anyway, Zero the Louise (reason is because she has always had zero success rate in her magic) unexpectedly summoned an earthling during her familiar summoning! From japan evenmore! Okay, so the lucky guy is Hiraga Saito and all you have to know is that Hiraga Saito + Louise the Zero equates to loads and loads of chaos and plot twists and humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... you definitely have to catch this anime on crunchyroll. There are three series even!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-4095281093428844892?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4095281093428844892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=4095281093428844892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4095281093428844892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4095281093428844892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/dying-is-not-fun-at-all.html' title='dying is not fun at all.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-526289077315112501</id><published>2008-07-06T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:35:08.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>GREEN GUITAR!</title><content type='html'>Yes, you guys are all looking at my wonderful new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drool but dont get too horked (this is a vulagrity if you don't know, aherm, binbin modified it) up over the jealousy that you MUST be feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I am the genius! You can cease the applausing now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as I was saying... The main theme of this skin is... MY FAVOURITE GUITAR! And it's green to top it off! Yeah, so... after that live band during the youth day concert, I am all pumped up for guitar (again)! Well, I know that the vocals weren't all that great but what matters is... the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Does anyone here want to teach me how to play binbin's guitar? Prettyprettypretty PLEASE :D How about duck? Can duck teach me? DUCK!! TEACH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssh, if BinBin volunteers to learn guitar with me, we can ask her dad to teach us but she is such a stubborn old mule =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO DO MY HOMEHORK BUT THERE'S NO CHOICE. However, I shall leave it all to tomorrow. Let's hope I can use my super fast chiong-ing speed and defeat all those disgusting homehork twerps and finish them off with my gayjay superflash in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiyah! Watch me! Super GayJay Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;to everyone :D THANKS FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES. LOVE YOU GUYS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;to roy :D What? Cannot huh?!&lt;br /&gt;to edric :D EH. I'm not pissed but still... it's embarassing luh. YOU&lt;br /&gt;DUCK.&lt;br /&gt;to rumeng :D You are so lame =.= you have left me speechless. be in awe of&lt;br /&gt;my writing powers!&lt;br /&gt;to binbin :D Eh nice word. Haha, go hork yourself luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-526289077315112501?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/526289077315112501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=526289077315112501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/526289077315112501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/526289077315112501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-guitar.html' title='GREEN GUITAR!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3713546797809500434</id><published>2008-06-29T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:32:11.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>a short letter.</title><content type='html'>Felt like writing a short story, so here's a random one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you and I were the best of friends. I remember how you used to hold my hand in yours, though my large hands were always a trouble for you because you were so small. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?” You used to tell me, smiling with all certainty. And I remember how I used to nod in agreement and smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time we spent walking home everyday. With you, it was just so much fun. We would laugh at the latest jokes, share all of our favourite sweets and talk about almost everything. I can never forget your girlish giggles when I told you the silly things my cat did last night and those buttered toffees, caramel candies, watermelon sweet sticks and coloured jellybeans that we would trade each other. How we talked about the world as we sucked on our butterscotch. It didn’t matter if raindrops as big as bullets were raining down on us or if the summer heat simmered us. We didn’t care if we would reach home drenched in either sweat or rain. All it mattered were the joys and laughter of the walks we took home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we met ever so clearly, just like it happened yesterday even though it was something from years ago. I remember how we grew close together, how we started sticking together like glue. It was in elementary school. I had been an outcast, despised and disliked because of my size. I was bigger than most of the children, even the boys. They were scared of me. Everyday, they would whisper names behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey look, it is that giant girl again. Beware of her! I heard she eats naughty children.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would gasp as they heard this and give me those dodgy stares again. It was until playtime one day, when I met you. I was alone again, looking for a quiet spot to waste away my playtime as usual. Then from a corner, I saw you. The boys were pushing you into the corner. They like to pick on you because you were always the smallest kid. And then, something struck me. I didn’t know if it was the look of fear in your face or was it the realization that we are two of the same people that made me want to help you, but I decided for once, to step out. We were two people thrown out of acceptance because we had different appearances. With all the courage and strength, I shoved the boys away and growled at them. They were cowards, always afraid of me. In the next instant, they were gone. And it was the start of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were such close friends. Until the day you betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, we got into the same high school like we wanted to. Both of us wanted to get into the cheerleading club. But it was kind of impossible for us. The cheerleading club was a club only for the popular girls and I could never do those stunts so gracefully because I was so big and clumsy. But you were different from me. I knew that you could do every stunt almost perfectly because you were so petite and perfect for the role. I knew you had a chance. I encouraged you to audition for it and everyday, I stayed back to watch you practice. Even though I couldn’t join the cheerleading club, I wanted you to fulfil my dream for me. In the end, you got in because of your amazing ability. I was so happy for you I cried. But who knew, that your admission into the club was the start your betrayal. If I had ever known, I would have stopped you from joining the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the cherry blossom tree that day, you told me you would never forget me and everything I had done for you. But you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we began to drift apart. Like twigs on a river, we floated apart. Further and further you went away from me. At first, you started to go home with your club mates after club activities even though I offered to wait for you. You said you didn’t want to waste my time but that was just an excuse wasn’t it? Then you stopped going home with me completely, and even though we were in the same class, we hardly talked much after you changed seats so you could sit with Ayame who was also in the cheerleading club. Then one day, you came to school with a new look, boasting to the whole class that the cheerleading club gave you a makeover. From simple plain old Rinko, you became the prettiest girl in class and everyone wanted to be your friend. While you flirted with the boys and got all the attention, I was watching from the corner, alone, with no one by my side. I wanted you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked to talk to you during lunch break one day. You agreed. It was that day when you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are wasting my time. I don’t have such an ugly giant girl as my friend! Goodbye, forever, Junko. Forget all the times we’ve spent, I was a fool to have you as a friend.” You sneered at me, didn’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could sneer at me, make jokes about me, call me stupid ugly names like “Giant Girl” but, I never ever once thought that one day, you might be doing all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, I cried and ran away from school. Though, you probably didn’t notice that I didn’t come back for lessons. You probably didn’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks after you hurt me seemed so bleak and gloomy to me now. I couldn’t even remember what I was doing. I felt numb yet I was hurting. I was breathing yet I wasn’t alive. It was ironical and yet, there was no remedy for the feeling I felt, the torture I endured. Yet, you probably won’t give a shit about that. After that, I got on. I realised what a waste of time it was thinking about you. I changed. Something about you made me change. I used to think that it doesn’t matter what the world thought of me just as long as you didn’t think the same. Everything used to be about you, but no, not this time. I changed my looks, started paying more attention to appearances, started to talk to people more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was a normal teenager again. Even though I was still big sized, I wasn’t that quiet and useless girl. I made people laugh and they enjoyed my company. I lost weight and I wasn’t fat but just tall now. I wasn’t that much of a “Giant Girl” anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by and I lead my life while you lead yours. Our lives never crossed again. Until now, as I read this letter, I finally understand that everything I thought was right, is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Junko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me, Rinko. I didn’t write my name on the envelope because I knew that if I did, you probably wouldn’t open the letter. When you read this letter, it means, I’m probably not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been? There’s so many things that I would like to say but yet, as I write this letter, I’ve suddenly lost all my words. I think the only thing I can come up with is… I’m sorry. You probably think that this apology came too late, but nevertheless, I want you to know that I truly feel sorry about how things turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you probably want to know what happened between us so I will tell you everything since it’s my last chance now. I remember that everything started when I joined the cheerleading club. I found out something urgent and important about myself and I was forced to plan for the future then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about a lot of things. But mostly, it was about you. What were you going to do if I left this world? We only had each other. I knew exactly what would have happened to you if you knew I would be going. I know after I’m gone, you would close your heart to the world so that you can remember me. But no, that it not what I want. You cannot possibly be happy like that. So I came up with a scheme, to make you forget me. I distanced myself away from you. And soon, you realised that we needed to sort things out. I knew then that I had to deal a blow to you so you could give up on me and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorry I ever called you “Giant Girl”. It was never true. It was never how I felt. I am truly sorry for doing those terrible things to you. It didn’t feel any better watching your heart break from the corner of my eyes when I was flirting with the boys and chatting with the girls. All I wanted was you, but I knew I had to let you go. I’m sorry, Junko, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember the words I said the day I knew I got into the cheerleading club. Do you remember those words I said under the cherry blossom tree? I would never forget. I will never forget you and everything you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t cry when you read this letter. It wasn’t meant to make you feel bad. I just wanted you to know that you’ve always had me for a friend and you will always have. I would never forget those walks home together. Just you, I, caramel candies and buttered toffees. Those were the best times of my life. But now, I have to say goodbye. My time is running short… I just wanted to let you know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Junko, be happy forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Rinko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I had been to not realise that I wasn't the only one in pain. Now I only regret not realizing the fake smiles you've put up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only later when I found out, Rinko had passed away because of brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you've done for me, I can never forget now. I know you can never forget me either. I'm glad I was born a giant, so I could meet you. I'm glad I scared those boys off so that we could become the bestest of friends, just like we still are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why I can never forget my best friend, Rinko. I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3713546797809500434?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3713546797809500434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3713546797809500434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3713546797809500434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3713546797809500434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-letter.html' title='a short letter.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7468284190963178794</id><published>2008-06-26T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:11:13.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>glue.</title><content type='html'>OKAY. this week totally zoomed by me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO THINGS I STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE UNTIL NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I AM THE TEMPORARY (AND HOPEFULLY, PERMANENT TOO) YEAR TWO SQUAD LEADER XD This is my dream job! OHMYGOD, the seniors are just SO nice to pick me. I feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The deal we hooked up for practising outside the band room yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean like, it's that incredible or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKAKA! Let's work hard again this term! Photos only after I change my blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-YOSHI! GANBATTE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying to draw you back to me. Closer and closer! Let's clasp our hands together to form the glue that will stick us close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want you to lose me again. Cause I don't want to lose you. I don't know what happened between us, but let it be over NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7468284190963178794?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7468284190963178794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7468284190963178794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7468284190963178794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7468284190963178794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/glue.html' title='glue.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9074759504982117203</id><published>2008-06-14T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:03:00.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>A new takeoff</title><content type='html'>Brisbane, mmm, lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe that I'm back. Why don't you just shoot me for not staying back in Brisbane with the lovely winter and cool breezes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Bloody, hot, sweaty, dung-hill-of-a-place Singapore. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you :Brisbane trip, the ultimate experience :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was hovering around my house half afraid that I was going to leave something behind and half excited. Well, then a whole day passed finally and after a long and difficult struggle with my dog and my family, we were leaving for the airport. Well, never been to  terminal three in my whole life until that day. I tell you, it looks lovely. I was in a bouncing mood, haha. I was bouncing to find everyone and after checking in the luggage, I bounced around to talk to everyone again. YAY! let's just skip all the boring airport parts and get on to the plane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was sitting with Isabelle on one side and Sherwin on the other haha. Not to forget Kim Siang behind Sherwin and Kahmin in front of me and Joanna right at the window seat! The journey was fun. I didn't sleep much but I did finish watching the Horton movie! Yays for me! It was so darn funny I was laughing to myself. Guess, I must've looked weird laughing alone on the airplane. But whatever :D I caught a little bit of step up 2 and what else...? Powerpuff girls? Haha, just a little I guess. The food was not bad so I don't understand why Javier doesn't like it? Nevermind, shall not admit that my tastebuds are similar to Nicholas's who calls airplane food heavenly. After a few hours of tossing and turning, we reached Brisbane! CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have to mention this guy who helped me with the checking of luggage content. He was oh-so-very-nice :D He tried to converse with me in Mandarin and he even said that I was pretty (in mandarin, of course). How sweet, right? You don't see these kind of officers in Singapore very often :/ Anyway, we were in Bus B! Cheers for trombones! And maybe basses and clarinets... but not so many cheers as trombones! Well, first stop... MOVIE WORLD. Wow... It was grand, man. the first thing you see when you step inside is... The Superman Escape. Which is a super thrill rollercoaster ride that has these crazy bright red loops where you see people go round in. Being the scaredy-cat me, I, obviously didn't try it :D Anyway, guess what was the first thing we tried? Haha, it was the road runner rollercoaster (for kids). ROFL, yeah, we're nothing but a bunch of babies. But hey, it was fun :D Then we were totally excited as we queued up to watch the Shrek 4D Adventures. Oh that was lovely, nice effects, if you ever go there, you MUST try it out. Gingy was looking so adorable in the movie! Oh yes, next was batman's ride 2 =.= All I can see is... Batwoamn is one heck of a lousy driver. Hullo?! Go take lessons from the Batman! Oh yes, I bought Gingy, did I mention that? He is so cute. Haha, no photos this time but maybe later. After that, I can't really remember what other things happened other than Terence dropping his ice-cream on the floor and many people being late. Okay, so after that we were headed to our hotel which was nothing like what I imagined it to be but nonetheless, quite cosy I guess. Dinner was at some golden palace or something. Chinese food in Brisbane =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Andrew's Anglican college exchange :/ Er, I was kind of unstable then and said loads of horrible things about our school. Like... Boring, Boring like hell, Small, Tiny, Lame, suck-ish =.=? What else? Well, it was quite true actually. I mean the education they receive there is like... really all-rounded. Singapore education, especially IP is more like... educating us to become useless nerds who can only 1) study 2) STUDY 3) STUDY SOMEMORE 4) KEEP STUDYING 5) STUDY TO YOUR GRAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I mean we don't have art lessons, or culinary classes, or woodcrafting classes. We aren't trained to have other skills other than the ability the acheive high results? What kind of outstanding student is that? We are just becoming spoilt, nerdy, incapable students who can't live without their mothers or maids :/ but whatever, shall not continue this gloomy topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Montville next. Great place, but I didn't get to buy the fudge which was the ultimate thing you should buy there =.= other than that, I even returned to the bus late. After that, not so much a great day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late! YAY! went to redlands. Met a very nice third trombone friend named Matt :D Both Benjamin and I liked him a lot. I daresay he was the most friendly and amiable trombonist there. How adorable! "I'm a die-hard x-box fan &gt;:D" -quotes from Matt. Haha, he was so friendly and talkative thought he talked to Benjamin more probably because I'm a girl and it's harder for him to approach me. Either that or Benjamin's prettier than me. I dunno :D Jupiter Hymn, the new song, was easy for the bass line so, thank god. Someone got pissed at someone today, I think. Can't really remember =.= All I remember is... LOVELY AUSTRALIAN DESSERT. It was heaven!!! CHEESCAKES, CHOCOLATE CAKES, APPLE PIES, FRUIT CAKES, BUTTERED CREAM CAKES, BROWNIES! I just can't possibly list all of them out &gt;:) Too bad you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert night was awesome. We had pizza cakes but the bad thing... we were forced to finish our rice first. Ahem, here comes Mr Ng; "Ooh, what is this? Chocolate cake?! Yumyum, whoa, it's good!" &gt;:( Mr Ng took a piece of cake to tempt us as we ate our rice in misery. But nevermind, I finished all my rice (left the veggies) and raced to the cakes, the fruits, the pizza! I got them in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was great. They said it was better than Rhythmn &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Farm! It was fun! We got to try fresh fruits. Mmmm, yumyum! Don't believe them when they say Lemonade isn't sour. It's only a little better than lemon. Oh yes, had lots of fun on the tram ride or whatever you call it. Amazing place. Poor Wenlin was too happy and fell down on her back. Get well soon! The food was great too. Nice view, nice food. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert at the old museum building was awesome. Three trombones but they were loud as hell. I admire you, bass trombonist... my hero! haha... Si Hui was nodding off the whole time. And there wer refreshments during interval. Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamworld was kind of boring for me. Overall, I felt left out but then again... you don't want to hear me yapping about my sadness. I guess it could've been fun! Go check out the other banders' blogs and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was kind of a dissappointment because... it was a holiday and all the shops were closing =.= DAMN. Well, at least I got to buy my jacket and my hat from the store called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE JAYJAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so tired at the airport I fell asleep sitting on the floor. On the plane, I promised to talk to ChingYing but guess what? I was knocked out before I knew it. Haha, I was halfway through Definitely, Maybe even =.= Couldn't even wake when the attendant asked me what I would like for breakfast. ZZZ. So sorry, Chingying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all... might zoom by for photos but highly unlikely to be anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag replies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rumeng// I know I did luh :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terence// Of course you love us luh. We are like so great. ROFL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isabelle// Oops! Haha, don't tell anyone about the wire :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dilys// Yay, same to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JY// Haha, moron! jkjk, same to you, all time crapper :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roy// =.= Kagemane no jutsu? haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weijie// why you all go play solo challenge? haha =.= cooking the dish more fun what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XingQi// BOO. haha, so lousy =.= I got gold leh. haha, 100 points!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BinBin// Okay, see you so nice, I go tag you... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9074759504982117203?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9074759504982117203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9074759504982117203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9074759504982117203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9074759504982117203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-takeoff.html' title='A new takeoff'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3669452592354274359</id><published>2008-04-27T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:51:33.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Guitar!</title><content type='html'>RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Club was LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome and unexpectedly fun! Why is it only band concerts that are, unfortunately, so god-damn-boring if you do not know how to appreciate classical music? I mean, shouldn't we give our audience more of what they want? Which means we have to make our concerts more appealing to the wider masses out there who can't appreciate classical music. Simply because OUR AUDIENCE = OUR FRIENDS, FAMILIES, TEACHERS and not OUR AUDIENCE = PROFESSIONAL MUSIC ARTISTES WHO ACTUALLY JUDGE OUR PERFORMANCES SERIOUSLY. Like seriously, we need a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar club was better than I expected it to be. Skillful and their choice of repertoire wasn't bad at all. I must say, they do certainly know how to appeal to their masses. They even prepared cute little gifts for unexpecting audiences (like me). Haha, yes... I GOT THE SURPRISE GIFT! it's an adorable little lollipop key-chain. I must say I was quite disappointed when it was something non-edible but, I began to quite like my gift :D It was such a pleasant surprise. How generous of the guitar club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two girls who played "Tico Tico" became my idols immediately. Great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3669452592354274359?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3669452592354274359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3669452592354274359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3669452592354274359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3669452592354274359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/guitar.html' title='Guitar!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9000872474679677887</id><published>2008-04-15T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:23:32.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>devoured</title><content type='html'>I am sick beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine lying on your bed with the most undying fever. Your face is red with the heat and your head is throbbing. You can feel watery mucus dribbling down unstoppable and you need a new tissue every minute. Your legs feel weak and you feel your energy slipping away every moment. It is like with every tick of the clock, you are one step closer to losing your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the tests :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9000872474679677887?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9000872474679677887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9000872474679677887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9000872474679677887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9000872474679677887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/devoured.html' title='devoured'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7878963552882685878</id><published>2008-04-13T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:00:11.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>the forgotten tag replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Javier// Omg! So nice :D haha, I bet you won't see this reply&lt;br /&gt;though. Happy belated rhythmn!&lt;br /&gt;Binx2// LOL. I update now already&lt;br /&gt;luh. happy?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth// omg. lol I never link you =.= what's your&lt;br /&gt;blog?&lt;br /&gt;Xingqi// Why are you here? Haha =.= &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7878963552882685878?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7878963552882685878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7878963552882685878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7878963552882685878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7878963552882685878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgotten-tag-replies.html' title='the forgotten tag replies'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5456089616761771513</id><published>2008-04-13T14:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:54:27.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>it's been a very long time. och</title><content type='html'>Okay, so... I am not going to revive this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, I'm just going to type in it for for now because I made a new blogskin! Aww, so cute, I know :D So anyways, it's almost complete except for the music part because imeem is totally lagging on me. So... we shall just wait in patience for Plain White T's "Hey There Delilah" to finally load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I feel a little sinful sitting here when I'm supposed to be doing my maths but seriously, who cares about that anymore. I can always do it later, I guess. Or maybe even never (: Oh yes, I just remembered that I am like trying to complete Jaytee's story challenge even if it might take ten years, so if you guys are interested in reading, I might put up the link here. Just only a "might" though, so you know ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, since everyone is posting rhythmn photos, so shall I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188612130472098850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGnPgISfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g_IOFkWH-1U/s320/DSC00996.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is theGayJay reporting about our upbeat hero's adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188612289385888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGnYwISfDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MgBMoteM_qA/s320/DSC00999.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Binx2 my loyal sidekick is ready to participate in this week's battle royale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188612465479547970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGnjAISfEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JDTltnbaU9s/s320/Photo451.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's get Kah Min to charge her up with her sacred powers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188612693112814674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGnwQISfFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HRUZpuFNrvA/s320/Photo449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are ready to set off to save the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188612821961833570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGn3wISfGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TwTUdgTXOqg/s320/Photo454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall and skinny chopstick monster located! We must do something about this Lionel chopstick moster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188613058185034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGoFgISfHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NsauzgUOe0g/s320/Photo462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I will save you for sure :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188613260048497794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGoRQISfII/AAAAAAAAAHc/dWMZ7khZ55E/s320/Photo458e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this: GayJay's super flash! *Lionel dies*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188613466206928018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGodQISfJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ltEmPWNaFEg/s320/Photo464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: "Oh! You're my Hero! Can I take a photograph with you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GayJay: "Anything for you ma'm, er I mean, sir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188613887113723058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGo1wISfLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z8bTUhRqd4E/s320/Photo452.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Chervelle's is hatching an evil plan, look at that skrewd face. Watch out Rumeng! That is a bomb!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614213531237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGpIwISfMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1pNwfIZkchY/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's combine powers to destroy it! Super Duper Combined Flash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614419689667794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGpUwISfNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x1l1NH_nrR0/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Binx2: "Oh! We did it!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614660207836386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGpiwISfOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CdrvxHxpoXc/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rumeng: "You saved me! :D"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614943675677938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGpzQISfPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MuRcRro7PIc/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rumeng: "Kah Min! We must join these heroes in their fight for justice! Come on"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188615330222734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGqJwISfQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ih4qkYtuPdw/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And thus... the BBC team is formed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188615502021426450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGqTwISfRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/21JDvC-j5eA/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;End of Hero report. GayJay signing off :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5456089616761771513?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5456089616761771513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5456089616761771513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5456089616761771513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5456089616761771513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-very-long-time-och.html' title='it&apos;s been a very long time. och'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/SAGnPgISfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g_IOFkWH-1U/s72-c/DSC00996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-2114266313580328130</id><published>2008-01-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:42:03.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>the Studio Ghibli. my heart and soul</title><content type='html'>I just love Studio Ghibli's works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I compiled all the songs I love from all the movies they made which never fail to make my head spin with excitement into my very own playlist! And now it's on my blog. I know you guys like my blog song (although not as much as I love it) and thus, I shall reveal the name! Well, actually, it was already written under the track but I guess you guys are all blind. Anyway, it's called My Neighbour Totoro. In addition to the piano version, I added the vocal version in my playlist. It's the second track so be sure to catch it if you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more thing... You have to listen to the Howls moving Castle orchestra! OhMyGawd, it just takes my breath away every single time I listen to it. Every cell in my body tingles as the music flows! It is so heavenly! Ah... I never want to stop hearing it. It keeps on reminding me of the movie where the oh-so-very handsome Howl came and stole my heart away @.@ I'm going crazy! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half an hour later will be the first time MengYing and Monica step into my house! I have to give them a good impression, ya? Lucky for me, I cleaned up most of the stuff just now... what's left now is just... my sisters' things. Ugh... Horrible people. They just have to keep throwing their undergarments all over the place. Hello?! What if my classmates who are coming over are guys?! I know for one thing that Chih Siong has already witnessed the bra-thing. That was so embarassing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, MengYing's good idea to maintain a fresh supply of tidbits for them when they come. Now I actually have a reason to use mum's money to buy all the snacks and drinks I want without forking out a cent. Heheh... I'm evil. Wakakaka! Yay! Later we can munch on and on while doing boring chemistry (: Not a really bad idea I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, look at the time, I better get going or I will be late. We're meeting at the Punggol MRT station, you see. Alright! See ya guys in school, my lovables!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2114266313580328130?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2114266313580328130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2114266313580328130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2114266313580328130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2114266313580328130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/studio-ghibli-my-heart-and-soul.html' title='the Studio Ghibli. my heart and soul'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-369754407056398704</id><published>2008-01-26T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:35:52.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>All's well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tofu: Thanks for your encouragements :D I know you did well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KahMin: Oh KahMin, I'm so touched! I love you so much!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chervelle: It's not very funny lo. That RuMeng crazy one, she's been laughing over that one joke for so many days -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the dead blog. These few days, even I, have become quite numb from all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's good is that I've been working hard! As the new year approaches, I have decided that from this year onwards, I will do my best in all that I can. I know that for the past years, I've been a bad and naughty girl who's always too lazy to do anything for her own good. Let's hope that this year will be a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for the last year and for the new year that's about to come. Please forgive me for anything wrong that I have done and continue to take good care of me next year too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to thank my parents for always being supportive of me in no matter what I do and I thank them for letting me decide what I want to do in the future. Thanks you for letting me grow towards me own sunshine freely! I'll make sure to bloom into a beautiful flower just for your sake, no matter how hard it takes me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I want to thanks my sisters for being so encouraging! Thanks to my big sister for tutoring me whenever I need help even though you are so busy with work yourself! Don't work too hard and I just wanted to say that I Love you very much! Even though you might never read this post. Thanks to my second sister for being so lovely and fun as always. Even though you spend most of your time outside, I still want to thank you for always making me laugh and playing with me. Please come home earlier next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I want to thank all my friends and I want to know that I love you all so much! More than you ever know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rumeng for always being so nice to me even though I'm always acting like such a bastard because of my inferiority complex. I want to thank you for encouraging me all these times during band when I feel most upset. Thank you for always cheering me on even though I'm always such a nuisance and a loser who keeps on complaining about how I'm never as good as I want to be instead of putting those words into action. Thank you for always telling me how I'm not so bad and I love you alot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love KahMin because she is always by my side. I love you because I can always tell you everything and because you understand me. I want to thank you for sticking with me for these years even though I am a nuisance at times. I know that sometimes the things I say can be quite harsh so I apologise if I ever offend you. And thanks you for being such a patient maths tutor! You rock so much! Thank you for comforting me when I am sad. And even though I always complain that you always "act-cute", I'm happy that you act like this when you are with me. And don't worry, KahMin, cause you are always cute in my heart! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love BinBin because she always makes me laugh. I want to thank you for always tolerating me even though I bully you so much. I want to thank you for making our trips home a noisy and yet enjoyable one. I want to thank you for being such a nice friend who encourages me every so often. I want to thank you for always accompanying me even though I always make you guys "lose face". I want to thank you for being our friend and for always sticking with us even though you have an even wider connection now. Thank you for not abandoning us for your SCs! And thank you for becoming one of us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love JayTee and Moch because they are always so sweet to me! I want to thank JayTee for writing and reading my stories. I want to thank Moch for supporting me and jayTee's fanfiction even though it's not professional work. I love the both of you for being such cute, adorable and huggable friends. Thanks for being there when I need that hug. And thanks for always comforting me when I need it. Like when I was so paranoid about my new class and when my friends had an argument and was trapped between them. Thanks to the both of you for always listening to me ranting about my ASUCAGA or my new anime craze. You guys are the only ones who really listen! Thank you so much T.T And I really really really really love you guys so much and I miss 2Fahrion oh-so-very much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Javier, Nicholas, Jiamin, Benjamin, SiHui, Chervelle, Sophin, Wenlin and KengHeng so much because they make trombones such a loving family! We are always making sicko jokes or laugh so loudly and we really enjoy those times together. Thank you for accepting me into this warm family and making me feel like one of you all. Thank you for letting me laugh and play with you guys. Thank you for making my life in band such a sweet and memorable one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for everyone else whom I have not mention thank you for the past year of troubles and hope you can take good care of me next year to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690701874466690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R5rnWywdD4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4bM7pTz7LeM/s320/Photo320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's going to be a lovely year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-369754407056398704?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/369754407056398704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=369754407056398704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/369754407056398704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/369754407056398704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/alls-well.html' title='All&apos;s well.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R5rnWywdD4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4bM7pTz7LeM/s72-c/Photo320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-8180694481161881181</id><published>2007-12-31T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:03:51.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Getting it going.</title><content type='html'>We've got to get this blog going once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... here I am, giving my blog a phoenix down, trying to resurrect it. Right... What shall we talk about first? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! Number one: I like my new blogskin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new blogskin is featuring cute little Tsuki! That's the hamster's name by the way... It is so super swee-eet! Anyway, no thanks to Rumeng for suggesting me to choose a hamster instead of a tortoise. They are both cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I figured I should post some pictures and cute the crap because I have a maths worksheet still left undone :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149980622739208866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoFzKD-qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_i0yLk1pIoo/s320/Photo0119e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, looking fun-ky! Rumeng just looks plain evil &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149980738703325874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoMjKD-rI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4ZKUD_Opkuo/s320/Photo368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made everyone do a special pose. First up: Binbin's retard look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149980824602671810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoRjKD-sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R82vRlQROqg/s320/Photo375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it's me! Well, it's supposed to be bloaty-face but it looks more like I'm going to vomit somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149980906207050450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoWTKD-tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/K7oSTxRZHkM/s320/Photo371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kahmin with her I-don't-know-what-to-pose-for look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149981026466134754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hodTKD-uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l3JkpGBtMqE/s320/Photo369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rumeng looks like she just came out from the hungry ghost fastival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149981129545349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hojTKD-vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2PplU3rGS_M/s320/Photo349e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Meng in a very contrasting picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149981219739663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoojKD-wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mZl07WeZuGM/s320/Photo352.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall end it here with a Hiro Nakamura look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just to tell you. Kahmin gave me a little stomach flu. boohoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8180694481161881181?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8180694481161881181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8180694481161881181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8180694481161881181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8180694481161881181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-it-going.html' title='Getting it going.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/R3hoFzKD-qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_i0yLk1pIoo/s72-c/Photo0119e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-2603998251944617065</id><published>2007-11-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:49:02.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>photos time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Photos Time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes! I decided to post some of the pictures stored in my phone. Some of them were from not too long ago while some are quite old but nevertheless interesting. So let's start the tour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;These ones were taken on thursday when we went back to school for SP (self-practice). See? We are such hardworking kids. After that we went to Vivo after lunch at Ghim Moh cause Rumeng wanted to buy some eighty-plus dollars jacket. And somehow... we wandered into the Toys R Us because as I always say... There's a kid in everbody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OmQsboJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BVWjxCgtT7o/s1600-h/Photo348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767781960622226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OmQsboJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BVWjxCgtT7o/s320/Photo348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when I'm really tired after walking for so long. So I'm sitting at the cashier (on my left) while waiting for Rumeng to buy her Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OiQsboII/AAAAAAAAAFc/j830tRLk1eE/s1600-h/Photo347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767713241145474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OiQsboII/AAAAAAAAAFc/j830tRLk1eE/s320/Photo347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes! These are the latest and most fashionable sunglasses I've ever seen in my life. Nah... just kidding. These are disney princess sun glasses :D I chose the Belle one cause I love Belle but then again... you probably can't see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OdgsboHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JXe3upyC3pQ/s1600-h/Photo345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767631636766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OdgsboHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JXe3upyC3pQ/s320/Photo345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Rumeng with her snow white sun glasses if I'm not wrong (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OYgsboGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NmL4Zqv2Cs/s1600-h/Photo344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767545737420898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OYgsboGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NmL4Zqv2Cs/s320/Photo344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cow xylophone which I bet my sister would love. She loves cows! And this one is really quite cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7N6AsboFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRut_i_jnAE/s1600-h/Photo343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767021751410770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7N6AsboFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRut_i_jnAE/s320/Photo343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Elmo was not placed here by anyone of us purposely. Someone probably pitied Elmo who was having butt pains cause he sat on the shelf for too long and made him lie butt-up on a kiddy-pram (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7N2AsboEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qHqNE5lKftU/s1600-h/Photo342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766953031934018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7N2AsboEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qHqNE5lKftU/s320/Photo342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh! This is really cute. Reminds me of the Tasmanian Devil from looney tunes. Which in turn reminds me of Mrs. Wong :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NxQsboDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SE1YRY4fdDI/s1600-h/Photo341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766871427555378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NxQsboDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SE1YRY4fdDI/s320/Photo341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this poor Winnie the Pooh among all these Barneys and after I made all the Barneys face me, I realise this is quite a freaky photo. Poor Winnie looks like he's going to get taken advantage of by all these sicko-looking Barneys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NrwsboCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9zMC9LlEm-s/s1600-h/Photo340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766776938274850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NrwsboCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9zMC9LlEm-s/s320/Photo340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't why they place such a freaky thing here in this children's haven when it will just scare the kids nuts. They even named it "The Wise Old Tree". It looks more psycho than wise though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NoAsboBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_spmWKzizVE/s1600-h/Photo339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766712513765394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NoAsboBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_spmWKzizVE/s320/Photo339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Squeals* I love tigger! I have this exact one at home. It was my birthday present from my sister (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NjQsboAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m8eFCr28gAY/s1600-h/Photo338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766630909386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NjQsboAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m8eFCr28gAY/s320/Photo338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not this pram rolled towards us by itself and got Kahmin scared out of her mind cause it looked kind of ghostly. But then we went to put the bunny puppet we were playing with a moment ago into the pram and it looked so cute (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NeQsbn_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qJMeaWL615k/s1600-h/Photo337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766545010040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NeQsbn_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qJMeaWL615k/s320/Photo337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a random photo I took at home. I thought I'd introduce Fizzy since most of you probably know Shinzo by now. Fizzy is Shinzo's little brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From now on, these are the 2F related pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NIQsbn-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x1e1W77q-k8/s1600-h/Photo334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766167052918754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NIQsbn-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x1e1W77q-k8/s320/Photo334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Denise who forced me to take a photo of her really close up when I was trying to take the sea at the 2F class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NCwsbn9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/QJy3GwiSuLs/s1600-h/Photo332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766072563638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7NCwsbn9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/QJy3GwiSuLs/s320/Photo332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of my typical... I mean, typecal friend: Susu!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7M7wsbn8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KCvAZq6r1WI/s1600-h/Photo331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765952304553922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7M7wsbn8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KCvAZq6r1WI/s320/Photo331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to make everyone pose for this but failed. Only Denise tried posing, I guess ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7MzQsbn7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7t2Pn3i5mV0/s1600-h/Photo330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765806275665842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7MzQsbn7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7t2Pn3i5mV0/s320/Photo330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Valerie and Sherlyn trying to un-oil their faces while ZongYi is trying to stick his sorry ass into everything as per usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mugsbn6I/AAAAAAAAADs/yfu2y_kDrFI/s1600-h/Photo329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765724671287202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mugsbn6I/AAAAAAAAADs/yfu2y_kDrFI/s320/Photo329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sara and Gillian who look uber adorable here! They look so shy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mngsbn5I/AAAAAAAAADk/JzVPqbGEJzU/s1600-h/Photo323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765604412202898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mngsbn5I/AAAAAAAAADk/JzVPqbGEJzU/s320/Photo323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Mau's point of view, this would be a photo of all her tong-zhuos. Moch: 2006 tablemate, Me: first half of 2007 tablemate, Jaytee: second half of 2007 tablemate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7MiQsbn4I/AAAAAAAAADc/F0ojkde0oIg/s1600-h/Photo322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765514217889666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7MiQsbn4I/AAAAAAAAADc/F0ojkde0oIg/s320/Photo322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mau! My tablemate for the first half of 2007 (: Oh! And she's my classmate for next year too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mawsbn3I/AAAAAAAAADU/4ce7daxa3gI/s1600-h/Photo321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133765385368870770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7Mawsbn3I/AAAAAAAAADU/4ce7daxa3gI/s320/Photo321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My darling date, JayTee! Oh, I forgot we got married already. Sorry, it should be: My husband, JayTee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's the end of the photos time for the now. catch ya next time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2603998251944617065?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2603998251944617065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2603998251944617065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2603998251944617065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2603998251944617065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-time.html' title='photos time!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rz7OmQsboJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BVWjxCgtT7o/s72-c/Photo348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-6300660272459595228</id><published>2007-11-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:35:34.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>happy birthday to you (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Rumeng :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! We went out today because Rumeng is filthy rich. Okay, just joking. Please don't strangle me when you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she treated us to a movie and to Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Bee Movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that a bee joke? No, it was just to show how I loved the show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like a mad donkey and irritating the people in front. I know I did so because they kept turning around like they would if there was a mad donkey laughing behind them. But anyway, take it as an act of revenge cause apparently that tall guy kept blocking Rumeng's view and she had to squash me in order to watch the show. So anyway... The Bee Movie rocks. Actually Rumeng wanted us to watch the movie : Stardust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a kid in all of us and the kid inside us were all screaming : "I want to watch the Bee Movie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to comply. And it was the right choice even though Rumeng kept saying it was childish at first. I think she loved it secretly too. She kept defending her Stardust though -.- And I got to keep the ticket stub once again :D It's a lovely keepsake, don't you think? Anyway, everyone was stuffing themselves with the snacks they bought at discounted price because of the coupons we got. All except for JiaHui and I who opted for the cheaper deal : Just a cup of drink. So in the end, both of us just got a free share of food from the kind souls of Kahmin, Rumeng, XinTian and Dilys :D Mmm, nachos are good but cheese is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then everyone got extra cheese helpings from Pizza Hut anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got really full. And in the end, we had to play charades in other to finish of the pizza. How fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing a birthday song to Rumeng in Canon style before going home. Oh! And we took a picture too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Rumeng! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RzRhboEE1VI/AAAAAAAAADM/QmNThmbSQRc/s1600-h/Photo336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130833002720712018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RzRhboEE1VI/AAAAAAAAADM/QmNThmbSQRc/s320/Photo336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6300660272459595228?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6300660272459595228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6300660272459595228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6300660272459595228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6300660272459595228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='happy birthday to you (:'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RzRhboEE1VI/AAAAAAAAADM/QmNThmbSQRc/s72-c/Photo336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-8433313751209096327</id><published>2007-10-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:46:14.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Not yet goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last day of school flew by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day of fun, laughter, tears, headaches, sore eyes and more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school in a good mood. It didn't feel like the last day. But then, the graduation celebration came and it hit me as they kept saying "This is goodbye". Is it really just goodbye now? After all these time we've spent together, I do not feel that everything will all end with just a goodbye. No, this is just a new beginning, for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I will not be able to attend the same classes as everyone and be in the same class like usual. Even though I cannot argue with Moch who keeps crapping constantly in front of me. Even though I can't kick her chair when I'm irritated and tease her about how she's so paranoid over results. Even though I can't hear Tongs and HangYin laughing at me and Moch as we fight. Even though I cannot fall asleep without Tongs noticing and later telling her off for not waking me. Even though I cannot hear Eunice and Charmaine singing a Lin Junjie song in the middle of class and turn back to join them. Even though I cannot turn around and crap about how Charmaine and Chih Siong are together. Even though I cannot hear Eunice squeal over Pocky and join her in missing MengMeng. Even though I cannot sit in my usual sit and draw anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I cannot shout over to Jay Tee during lessons to comment about how Moch is killing me. Even though I cannot waltz over to Maureen and talk about how she shows favouritism towards Jay Tee. Even though I cannot laugh at Gillian and Tong's conversation. Even though I cannot make everyone laugh because I laughed too loudly. Even though I cannot make fun of Jinx and hear her talk about how she loves me. Even though I can't hear Yong Jing crapping about my "Goong". Even though I can't lend Sara anymore comics. Even though I can't step on Zongyi's feet anymore. Even though I can't get bugged by Richard. Even though I can't get poked by Yong Jing for not sitting in the right posture. Even though I can't call ShiKai good friend anymore. Even though I can't run to the parade square in fear of being late with the Birdies &amp;amp; Rockies. Even though I can't watch Moch finish off two plates of spaghetti with ease. Even though I can't be in two Fahrion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is just our beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we are all chargning towards our own future and dreams at full speed. But if spending the two years together just leads to ending friendships then what was the purpose? What was the point of us different individuals coming together as a whole? The point of coming to Fahrion was so that everyone of us leaves an impact on each others' lives. The point was to form a connection that wouldn't break easily and can never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have achieved this, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seperation is just a test for everyone. And even though I'm sure keeping our bonds safe won't be as easy as it had slwas been for us now, I know we can make it. That's because we will never be able to forget one another. I'm sure I couldn't forget Fahrion even if I tried. You have all changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I was never an outspoken girl. Shocked? It's true. I was timid and shy in the past even though I was rough with the guys, I never dared to really speak up. Instead, I just talked behind the shadows. But after joining Fahrion, everyone changed me. I wanted to talk, to share my views, I didn't mind embarassment anymore. I am able to talk and laugh loudly. Why? Because I have no fear of embarassing myself in front of you all. You know me and I know you all. Embarassment didn't seem hard anymore. We would ust laugh it off together as we retell some funny thing I did in the middle of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's right, you have changed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will always be part of me, Fahrion. I whup anyone's butt if they dare ignore me when we meet after school reopens. I'll let you whup mine if I ignored you. This is just a beginning for all of us, a tough beginning it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do not strangle me if I yell "Hello!" to you from across the canteen when I see you in school. That's just how I am (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8433313751209096327?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8433313751209096327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8433313751209096327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8433313751209096327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8433313751209096327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-yet-goodbye.html' title='Not yet goodbye.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8550702957188573582</id><published>2007-10-11T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:00:51.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>back from hiatus. not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I guess I can declare myself back from hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, being on hiatus didn't help me one bit. I was still playing around during exams so... you get the idea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really say I'm happy over how I did for End-Of-Years, BUT, If you know me, you'll understand that being that happy-go-lucky girl that I am, I am unlikely to stay unhappy and queit for long. I want to scream, shout and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was going to school for my final exam but I was already bouncing around like some mad dog. I don't know why... maybe it's because I kept thinking "just two more hours and freedom is at my hand!" or something. So anyway, the paper was not that good but who gives a shit about that. At least not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I went to have lunch with Bernice, Leroy and the last-minute-then-decide-to-come Kahmin! It was a choking lunch and when I say that, I mean it. All of us were noisy, sitting there at the cafe in the LIBRARY. And then, we were constantly laughing (apparently at me and Leroy and also a choking Kahmin) throughout our meal. Seriously, I thought my jaw was going to drop after so much laughing and it really hurt. Poor jaw... oh! and poor kahmin! She was choking really badly when I said "I think my jaw is going to drop". And then there were countless times when she tried to swallow but the food pieces were too big. Apparently, Kahmin's mouth is useless in a mechanical digestion. And to top it off, everytime she gets choked on a really large piece of food, she starts laughing and attracting our attention to her with food spewing out her mouth. And we all laugh again and my jaw hurt again and she says "Do you know why I laughed? It's because I imagine your jaw dropping out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahmin is lame and thinks too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Jay Tee's house! And when I came in Moch was playing her warcraft and screaming her head off. Oh, and Jay Tee's brother was screaming his head off at her too. Because he was trying to teach her how to play the Warcraft game. Yeah... so you can imagine the noise coming our of 1) the game itself, 2) Moch and 3) Jay Tee's brother. And I decided to join in the noise pollution with me and my wacky comments (: So... Jay Tee isolated herself for the whole day and I was running around between her and Moch. Moch was hugging the comp so I couldn't play my command and conquer. Lucky for me, I bought the fifth book of S.A club with me at compass point before coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So... S.A club entertained me, and sometimes Jay Tee (she was interested when I started laughing like some lunatic) for quite some time. Then I got to play command and conquer but only throught the tutorial ): Because after that Moch wanted to launch a competition between her and Jing Wei (Jay Tee's bro) and they snatched the comp away from me. Jay Tee offered me the lappy but there's no command and conquer there... Then we had tea time snack! The pastries were good (: I wanted to eat more but I wouldn't be able to eat the yummy dinner later. But I still ate alot and at dinner time I was quite full and could only accomplish a bowl of rice. I loved the Bak ku Teh and the yuen2 sui1! So yummy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Gundam Seed after dinner! but it was in chinese dubs... well, I don't really like dubs but I do agree that the chinese dubs are nicer than the english dubs. ENGLISH DUBS SUCK. Too bad I had to go after two or three episodes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conclusion: I was really tired at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8550702957188573582?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8550702957188573582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8550702957188573582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8550702957188573582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8550702957188573582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-from-hiatus-not-really.html' title='back from hiatus. not really'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-2619129635843515347</id><published>2007-09-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:24:53.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>stressed. not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You think I'm stressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished so but I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must think I'm crazy. Whoever wishes to be stressed? But somehow, I feel that stress is a bad feeling that presses you to working harder. Why? Because stress makes you think that you're not working hard enough and it drives you to slog everday, puts you into hell... but in the end, you will usually be fine. Or should I say... even better than lazing around even though exams are just around the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really don't give a damn about my future anymore. Even though I've been thinking so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's still so far away that's why. Can't imagine me achieving my ambition. Wait, did I ever tell you about my ambition? My ambition is to excel in computing science and immigrate to Japan and get a job at the Squaresoft company and in the end... create my very own Final Fantasy game or Kingdom Hearts. Doesn't it sound like a girl's wildest dreams? But wait, girls don't usually want such things. I should say, jayjay's wildest dreams. But then again... it's just a faraway dream. I really far away one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The blog's on hiatus until tenth of october because moch says: "It's time to get your butt a'smackin and go study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she just loves to motivate me. or so I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2619129635843515347?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2619129635843515347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2619129635843515347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2619129635843515347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2619129635843515347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/stressed-not.html' title='stressed. not'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6463156306026879062</id><published>2007-09-07T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:44:50.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>100 bucks: Earned</title><content type='html'>I earned my first 100 bucks as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It should be a happy thing... But somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want to work anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's practically little to do. There's nobody to talk to, nothing for me to do, it's just plain hell. And not to mention, I have to stand all day looking at the customers just to make sure they don't steal anything. And I used to think that those salespeople were quite disturbing, looking at you when you're trying to browse through stuff and here I am, being that kind of salesperson. Oh no! I really don't want to work even for one more day! Shucks... why did I even promise my aunt to work for her on friday? Why?! I should have just told her I didn't want to instead of lamenting about it here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's just so hard to tell her. It drives me nuts. Argh. And I don't like her son too. WeiYang is so much better than WeiQi. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even with that said, I guess it was still an experience for me. At least I know money is hard earned; really hard earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With that said, here's some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107285526341398386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5IGwSr3I/AAAAAAAAACU/lctFClw5IWs/s320/Photo287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what the shop sells: TOYS! Here is the box full of stitch keychains! So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107285878528716674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5cmwSr4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rHiYqJ4ga0U/s320/Photo285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the cute little solar powered Hinamari toys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107285938658258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5gGwSr5I/AAAAAAAAACk/U4lBbr4nWoc/s320/Photo286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine my shock to see this: My favourite Hitsugaya Toushiro Plushie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107286088982114226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5o2wSr7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EGddJxZs6M0/s320/Photo281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And what am I doing here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107286024557604770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5lGwSr6I/AAAAAAAAACs/zfyp3vFZ9yE/s320/Photo280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was washing all this! Tough job, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107287411832041426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC612wSr9I/AAAAAAAAADE/CcjNnl4qUBs/s320/Photo279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the end of the day, I'm finally heading home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6463156306026879062?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6463156306026879062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6463156306026879062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6463156306026879062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6463156306026879062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/100-bucks-earned.html' title='100 bucks: Earned'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RuC5IGwSr3I/AAAAAAAAACU/lctFClw5IWs/s72-c/Photo287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-4938158231499648558</id><published>2007-09-04T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:25:29.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>My first 50 bucks: EARNED</title><content type='html'>Tadaa! Guess how much I got after one day of tiring &amp; &lt;strong&gt;neck-breaking&lt;/strong&gt; work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a lovely 50 Bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can buy anything I want and anything you want for your birthdays! Isn't that a piece of good news, Moch and Odd? Well, another point of working in this much needed holiday instead of studying is to earn enough for my mum and dad's birthday present this month. The birthday present would likely cause me a hundred dollars or so because it's a birthday treat at some lavish Sakura Restaurant, I think. Anyway, I just want to work for three days the most so that I can leave the rest of my holidays to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studying &amp; to my lovely D.Grayman :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It really would be nice if I could work for the five days of the week and earn a quick two hundred and fifty ($250)... BUT, I don't think I want to and can. As everyone know, the End-Of-Years are coming. And I don't think my sucky results can get my anywhere I want in this state. So... I'm going to buck up and try my best to get an A-plus for my Language Arts so that I can further increase my chance of getting into the Theatre Arts Programme :D Swee-eet! For me to become of such standard, I must be able to vaguely memorise practically everything in The Merchant Of Venice and remember every single detail in To Kill A Mockingbird. Also, not to forget the amount of summary writing exercises, letter writing exercises &amp; essay writing exercises I have to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, sounds like alot? There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget about my maths too. Obviously! So... there will be many maths exercises waiting for me! Argh, this part I hate the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-4938158231499648558?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4938158231499648558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=4938158231499648558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4938158231499648558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4938158231499648558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-50-bucks-earned.html' title='My first 50 bucks: EARNED'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3871281160215451191</id><published>2007-09-03T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:27:45.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shigoto</title><content type='html'>Oh! My aunt is hiring me to work at her shop for the holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a good thing isn't it? I will be able to earn some quick bucks finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really nervous! Oh no! What should I do? I'm afraid that I wouldn't be of much help. Oh well... If you never try, you never know. But anyway... the main point is... I'll be doing this alone. I used to work for her when I was young but that was how many years ago? And besides, I always worked alongside my sister but now... I'm doing it alone for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was a really good worker in her opinion, I guess. That's why she always asks my sister to help out in her shop. I wonder if I can take my sister's place? I sure hope I can. Oh no! I'm still very afraid! I don't want to reach too early but I don't want to reach late too. What is wrong with me?! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to face the music... Buck up, Jingjie! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will work hard, people! Hope I can earn my first 100 bucks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3871281160215451191?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3871281160215451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3871281160215451191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3871281160215451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3871281160215451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/shigoto.html' title='Shigoto'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1281010479719533891</id><published>2007-09-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:57:50.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>study break</title><content type='html'>Today... I went to Tampines mall to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'd think I'm unbelievable now, huh? JayJay the slacker is actually studying?! Yes, I can finally say that I'm a good girl now! Oh well, I didn't do much though. But, at least I did something! I tried to finish my LA homework but that obviously failed. The twenty plus exercises still seem so far away... So anyway, it was quite an interesting trip. I was late for like five minutes? Lol. Forgive me, Rumeng! Anyway, we ate at Mac's and head for starbucks coffee after shopping around. Rumeng bought the Campus Superstar Magazine to read at Starbucks. Well, she ordered a hot chocolate and an oreo cheesecake while I only ordered a Frapaccino Java Chip with all I've left with. Alas, it cost me seven dollars and ten cents! But I'd call it well worth the money! It was really luxurious and creamy. However, it was too sweet to be called coffee in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumeng obviously thought otherwise. She hates coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can anyone hate a cup of totally delicious and fragrant coffee? She's impossible! But even so, two gentlemen just once again revealed their feelings of admiration to her. Oh, so sweet! I congreatulate the happy couple whoever she chooses to go with! Ohohohoho! Oh well, we studied till like four plus before deciding to stop. And Rumeng chose to send me home! Cause she wanted to go meet KaKay at Seng Kang, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, it was... D.GRAYMAN TIME for me! And I've been watching them until now. I'm still watching, see? I'm currently at episode 23 and... What the hell?! Why did it go to another page? I was just waiting for it to finish loading! Holy crap! You can't do this to me... NO!!! Damn it! Now I have to reload the stupid video all over again. All in the name of blogging. You see what I sacrifice just to blog? Now you know how much you cost me, stupid blogger. If I didn't come to blog, that probably wouldn't have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I hate you! Insane blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1281010479719533891?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1281010479719533891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1281010479719533891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1281010479719533891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1281010479719533891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/study-break.html' title='study break'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6696405997998085022</id><published>2007-09-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:41:52.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I shall talk about our lovely teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early because the SC told us to reach school before seven thirty. Well, that sucked but what can we do? Orders are orders. Anyway, I managed to comply and I met Moch at the foyer when I was making my way to the hall! So we obviously went in together. Then we hung around the piano and toyed with it before rushing to change into our performance attire. Yes, I love my green costume! We waited for a really long time before our turn was up. The opening speech took way too long and the vice-principal was using this solemn and ghostly voice to say it and it was horrible! From where I was standing, I could see everyone dozing off. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance... didn't really work out well. Everyone was laughing for god-knows-what reason. But anyway, I was laughing too. All because of BinBin and Emily. Hey, not my fault! The were looking at me and laughing their guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is contagious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after the celebrations, We went to Ghim Moh to eat Hokkien Prawn Noodles! Yumyum! It was really good and I even drank a cup of "Michael Jackson"! For people who don't know, "Michael Jackson" is a combination of soyabean milk with Grass Jelly and it tastes fantastic! Oh well, we head for Nan Chiau after that, leaving poor XinTian alone in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned up so late that Nan Chiau already closed for the day. Awww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we met up with KaKay, HuiEr, Janey, JianShen, Boyao, YiQuan and Alvin. And together, we went to the basketball court near KaKay's house. At first me and KahMin didn't play cause it was blazing hot. And the other reason is of course, I can't play basketball to save my life. Leroy and Kenneth came after a while but Leroy went back soon. JianShen dissapeared halfway through the game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still played a game. And I totally messed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Rumeng, the two balls that I scored weren't cleared. So, it was actually "illegal". And the guys were like saying I'm the most invaluable player and they said I was useless! Made me so upset... I didn't want to play half way through the game but I couldn't stop them. So after what seemed like eternity, the game ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, Boyao and Alvin all went home. And all who's left is Rumeng, Kakay, Kahmin, YiQuan and me. We decided to play Jie1 Long2. Loser get's to do a dare. YiQuan didn't want to play and after some time, he escaped. So the four of us played till seven plus and I was all worned out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and today. I am going to go to Tampines Mall with Rumeng. For what, you ask? We are going there to... STUDY! Isn't it miraculous? I'm such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Look at the time! Got to get ready to leave soon or Rumeng will start her grandmother story if I am late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! Sayonara!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6696405997998085022?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6696405997998085022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6696405997998085022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6696405997998085022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6696405997998085022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/alright-i-shall-talk-about-our-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9203652312700418671</id><published>2007-09-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:34:57.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>the revolution</title><content type='html'>Yes. It's done! I finally fixed this stupid skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, it took me a long time. My main purpose of going online was to watch the ever so exciting D.grayman BUT I came here instead! Oh well, I really like the colours of this new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to say alot but look at the time. It's so late and I want to at least watch one episode of D.grayman. Lovely! So... that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles until next time!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Ratatouille is lovely! And tomorrow I'll be busy the whole day too! Morning's at the hospital, afternoon's at tampines mall with rumeng, studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9203652312700418671?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9203652312700418671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9203652312700418671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9203652312700418671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9203652312700418671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/revolution.html' title='the revolution'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3662651501216270887</id><published>2007-08-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:48:43.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Fell in and out again.</title><content type='html'>Well, just realised how dead my blog is. If only this is a final fantasy game and the only thing you'll need then is just to cast revive. Maybe some nice photos will help (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REVIVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UD2wSrnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0vOHCFvl8wk/s1600-h/2F+CIP+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102248590560112242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UD2wSrnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0vOHCFvl8wk/s320/2F+CIP+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this like taken during the class CIP. One of our few class photos taken. I really love it. Credits to GEN for making it all so colourful (: I sniped it from her blog anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UpWwSroI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lOlAtYSnYx4/s1600-h/Photo110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UpWwSroI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lOlAtYSnYx4/s1600-h/Photo110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249234805206658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UpWwSroI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lOlAtYSnYx4/s320/Photo110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Teh Seh Clan's beautiful shoes! Decided to be like those typical girls and take typical photos. Can you guess which shoes are mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UpWwSroI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lOlAtYSnYx4/s1600-h/Photo110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7fdWwSr2I/AAAAAAAAACM/ARWAM9PupnA/s1600-h/Photo200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102261123274682210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7fdWwSr2I/AAAAAAAAACM/ARWAM9PupnA/s320/Photo200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teh Seh Clan Again! Once more, it is I with my lovely masterpiece. Chibi Seh Clan members! It's for George's farewell card during the rythmn XXI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UpWwSroI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lOlAtYSnYx4/s1600-h/Photo110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VHGwSrsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zap7nS2yN6s/s1600-h/Photo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249745906314946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VHGwSrsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zap7nS2yN6s/s320/Photo150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, you can see the three people who are always often found in most of the photos in my handphone. They love the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XqWwSrzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGcjAb_kKGo/s1600-h/Photo200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XqWwSrzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGcjAb_kKGo/s1600-h/Photo200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VgGwSrtI/AAAAAAAAABE/FZ5e2HuWum0/s1600-h/Photo151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102250175403044562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VgGwSrtI/AAAAAAAAABE/FZ5e2HuWum0/s320/Photo151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me, deciding to have one of those moments too, which is rare. But hey, I want to be included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VgGwSrtI/AAAAAAAAABE/FZ5e2HuWum0/s1600-h/Photo151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7VHGwSrsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zap7nS2yN6s/s1600-h/Photo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XYmwSrxI/AAAAAAAAABk/H_x0ucbIyWU/s1600-h/Photo219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102252245577281298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XYmwSrxI/AAAAAAAAABk/H_x0ucbIyWU/s320/Photo219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my masterpiece for the Yio Chu Kang Symphonic Band Concert. I spent a lot of time on YCK's card, okay?! That's why I didn't have enough time to make Chen Chung's card nicer. I'm sorry! Even though you're my idol!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XHmwSrvI/AAAAAAAAABU/umW54_9VmFU/s1600-h/Photo215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102251953519505138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XHmwSrvI/AAAAAAAAABU/umW54_9VmFU/s320/Photo215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our DHSSB trombones to their YCKSB trombones, a little gift prepared by me and Rumeng! So sweet!~ I wish I could bring it home instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XOWwSrwI/AAAAAAAAABc/afvvNaTwY-A/s1600-h/Photo216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102252069483622146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XOWwSrwI/AAAAAAAAABc/afvvNaTwY-A/s320/Photo216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chen Chung's super cute and cool gift-- An electronic massager from Action City! Being a professional trombonist is tough, so he can take a break with this massager now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7W-mwSruI/AAAAAAAAABM/2i31ufqXSv0/s1600-h/Photo256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102251798900682466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7W-mwSruI/AAAAAAAAABM/2i31ufqXSv0/s320/Photo256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is during my first sleepover at Moch's house. We let Snowy come in when we thought that her mum wasn't looking and he sniffed around happily! So adorable! But of course we got scolded after that because her mum magically appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XhmwSryI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xl-4b0ih61c/s1600-h/Photo253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102252400196103970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7XhmwSryI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xl-4b0ih61c/s320/Photo253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the plushie at Tong's house. I think it's so adorable! I was toying with it during IDMI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7U5GwSrqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J-N9qCOBqdo/s1600-h/group+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249505388146338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7U5GwSrqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J-N9qCOBqdo/s320/group+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! A NCPS tribute to the prettaye girls of 6A'05 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7U-2wSrrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZjkcH8oPZaM/s1600-h/Zhi+Ler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249604172394162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7U-2wSrrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZjkcH8oPZaM/s320/Zhi+Ler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA. This is the exclusive 6A'05 guys gallery. Only got three photos of guys though. BOO! First up is Zhi Ler! I used to call him "yellow-zebra-longkang" LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7Uy2wSrpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UdAoTbHfCYw/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249398013963922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7Uy2wSrpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UdAoTbHfCYw/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Donovan LOO. Haven't seen him in a year... Wonder is he's still as short as ever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7X0GwSr0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dTs_25mleuo/s1600-h/Photo254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7X0GwSr0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dTs_25mleuo/s1600-h/Photo254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102252718023683906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7X0GwSr0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dTs_25mleuo/s320/Photo254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is Leroy Tan. My BESTEST FRIEND. Can you see this, Leroy? So honoured, right? Haha, he was my tong2 zhuo1 in 2005 and he's been labelled "lady's man" so watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7YI2wSr1I/AAAAAAAAACE/y-B85sYXy2g/s1600-h/Photo-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7YI2wSr1I/AAAAAAAAACE/y-B85sYXy2g/s1600-h/Photo-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253074505969490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7YI2wSr1I/AAAAAAAAACE/y-B85sYXy2g/s320/Photo-0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he's so rich that he can treat Me, Bernice, Janey and Rumeng to lunch just because I asked him to (: So nice... look at our leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all, folks! I know these are really outdated but whatever! At least I still out them up in the end (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I fell into love and out I go. Once again... Why can't I just stay inside for once?! Dammit! Guys just don't appreciate me... I guess I'd be better off being friends with them (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3662651501216270887?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3662651501216270887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3662651501216270887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3662651501216270887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3662651501216270887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/fell-in-and-out-again.html' title='Fell in and out again.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/Rs7UD2wSrnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0vOHCFvl8wk/s72-c/2F+CIP+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-6124522246296581216</id><published>2007-08-18T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:29:14.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>flopping is easy. especially in indoor tests (:</title><content type='html'>Kind of flopped it. Screwed it up. Messed it. Rolled it into a ball of shit. And threw iit into the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about how I managed to squeeze through indoor test. I really want to work hard on my scales till I could memorise them like hell next time. Just you wait for me Mr Ng, you won't be seeing the shakey me for the next year. I'm going to prove to you that I did study my scales, okay. I'm going to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I mean work really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, before we get to the working hard part, let's first catch a break. A whole week's practice sure worn me out. Phew, so I decided to give myself a one week vacation :D Well, actually, it was Rumeng and I who decided together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor test was like this.&lt;br /&gt;All the trombonians went in, came out crying (except for benjamin of course), went back for sp and ate sweet candies... finally, went crazy. Well, for the last part, I'm not sure whether everybody went crazy or was it only me but I sure did konk out. Sweets are really good remedies if you've got a case of depression. I went super upset to super crazy/hyper. But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to thank all those who cheered me on. You guys rock. And I'm sorry you wasted all your good luck on me. Didn't seem like it worked anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go make another blogskin for moch right after making this one. It's a very belated present for her. But don't worry, your present isn't just another of my sucky skins, I will get you something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! And thanks to my sis who gave me 300,000 mesos and one red calaf plus one maple lama staff cause I got hacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and I love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6124522246296581216?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6124522246296581216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6124522246296581216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6124522246296581216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6124522246296581216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/flopping-is-easy-especially-in-indoor.html' title='flopping is easy. especially in indoor tests (:'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5329945476032894715</id><published>2007-08-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:53:17.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Let's get YOUR problems out onto the table.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let me start with the most important statement of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK AND WE ALL KNOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, our whole class hates you. That's such a nice start off point. Well, lookie here. If you still don't get the point, feel free to come over here and ask me. I'd like to help you understand by giving you a million tight slaps on your wide face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FREAKING SUCKER. making oddball cry like that. It was the most absurd thing ever. Oddball was usually the strongest and toughest one among us but when I came into the classroom, she was crying. And guess what? It's your fault! IT'S YOUR FREAKING FAULT YOU HELL OF A WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want to hear more? I hate you to the core. Your idea of "rude" is what? Because we stare at you with a look of disbelief, you want to make our conduct poor. Because someone stood up later than usual to greet you, you want to write a letter to her parents and give her a fair conduct. Well, I have got news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HATE YOU AND I HOPE YOU KNOW IT. you are such a freaking sucker and I don't have to talk about how you made all of us cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other person who lectured Odd, I don't really like you too. If there's a problem, pick on me. Don't you pick n my friends and just label them as "people who are so full of themselves" when you don't even know them? Don't you just call them stuck up just because of that beastly BITCH'S words. Have you even heard about her? She's everything that sums up the word "FREAKING". She's such an asshole. There is no such rule that we HAVE to greet teachers whom don't give us respect. Odd wasn't even doing anything wrong you FREAKO. Just know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk about you anymore, you bitch. You just ruined my day once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's this little secret in my heart. I want to tell you "I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5329945476032894715?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5329945476032894715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5329945476032894715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5329945476032894715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5329945476032894715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-get-your-problems-out-onto-table.html' title='Let&apos;s get YOUR problems out onto the table.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8541921649807366079</id><published>2007-07-22T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:20:17.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Getting Updated On the SWO Concert</title><content type='html'>Alright, my blog needs to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from yesterday's SWO concert, kays? I wanted to post photos, but unfortunately, I'm using my sister's lappy and my photos are in the main computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SWO concert rocked all the way. Well, it was kind of a bad start cause I was really late. And Rumeng went all pissed off, then I found them in Burger King's so I had to settle with a $4.40 mushroom swiss burger that was so delicious yet so small. It made me feel unfufilled. And according to Mr Soh, when a person is unfufilled, they want to get married. Lols, not funny. Anyway, I couldn't afford a drink or fries cause I only took five bucks for lunch. I stole some from Kah Min though, really nice... After the meal we were at a losss as to what we should do next. So we were like strolling around aimlessly and debating whether we should go to City Hall even though it's only like 3pm. IN THE END, I was like go toilet lah. Then binbin said, okay, I wanted to go toilet. So our final destination after the long discussion, was the toilet. After we came out Binbin wanted to go to Yamaha, but after god knows what happened, we ended up at the seventh floor and naturally, we started heading towards the arcade. So... being hopelessly broke, Rumeng had to treat me to a game of DDR and I had to borrow a dollar just to play my favourite Guitar Freak 2. Ah... How nice. I failed the last round though, I was trying out a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to Yamaha like we said we would and saw lots of fantastic scores. There was a score of High School Musical music but they were for horns. On the book wrote that it was available for trombones too but I couldn't find it. I was so excited I was kind of relunctant to leave and Kah Min had to forcefull push me out. Naughty roach... So then, finally, we made our way to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through CityLink and rested our sore feet at Polar's where I bought two bottles of milkshake from seven-eleven's and two sugar rolls to munch on. Yumyum (: Then as we were chatting, Binbin showed us her IDMI skit slides and she began to draw her stupid nose which looked like a molehill in a weird colour with two huge craters. Really gross. I could reccomend her to add some hair too. Then we went to search for flowers. Okay, so we couldnt find the store which we first intended to go to but, in a whole new section of Suntec City lies a new flower shop which we fortunately found :D So we bought those really expensive flowers there. I got one for Yue Zhi using borrowed money. Muahaha. Then we had to run back to the mrt station cause Keng Heng, Sophin (Soap), Chervelle (Cherv), Xin Tian, Wei Hua and all have arrived. Man, it was a tough one since I was wearing heels. I swear never to try to wear anything formal for concerts ever. Remind me to do that please, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the Victoria Concert Hall was a nosiy one and it was a good chance for us to focus on Rumeng and you-know-who. So we did, and under the leadership of my two juniors, Cherv and Soap who were in front, we managed to abstain from jaywalking. How wonderful! Xin Tian was grumbling about not jaywalking though. Then we had to wait for Wen Lin who came rather quickly and soon, aftr a short toilet break, we were off to the circle seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was really fantastic! It was SUPERB, WONDERFUL, SPECTACULAR, EXCITING, EXCELLENT, AWESOME, FANTASTIC, BEAUTIFUL and any other lovely adjectives I can remember. Oh, let's add LOVELY in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was the greatest, people! It was a pity that the whole world couldn't come to watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys out there just missed the greatest time of your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Chen Chung is my idol. I will strive hard to be like him! Watching him play makes me feel like... "Yes, that could be me up there, doing my thing!" It was really exciting just sitting there and being able to hear every note he wonderfully produced. Ah... suteki! Well, I thought REBROLL was awesome even though I usually prefer happy tunes. Anyway, during the interval, I happily rushed to find Yue Zhi to give her my flower and we hugged happily. Ahh, it was a really nice moment. I wish I could hug everyone there for their great performance but you and I know that thats impossible. Yes, next stop was Chen Chung and he was really nice. He said thanks to us and he smiled at us and he was introducing us to timothy (was that his name?). Well, I don't really know the other alumni cause he rarely comes to visit. But I know he's great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All Trombones are wonderful! They are fantastic! Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was how it was. On the way back home was really tiring though. They kept linking me with some pig and I went so mad that I had to blabber all that about my love for him. Anyne with a right mind would know that all of that was sarcasm. And I was mad as in angry? Oh well, I rather they talk about anyone else. Even if it was that stupid airhead, Leroy Tan, I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that'd be about all cause my IDMI group is coming! Better go fetch all of 'em :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I'm really upset cause someone I don't like is coming to my house. Iyadaa!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8541921649807366079?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8541921649807366079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8541921649807366079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8541921649807366079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8541921649807366079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-updated-on-swo-concert.html' title='Getting Updated On the SWO Concert'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1765335781352108971</id><published>2007-06-30T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:20:54.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Another Tough Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Boy, I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday made hell out of me and there were many tears shed in the process. Unfortunately, they were mine. Even though it was tough day for me, I found out really what I was all about inside and for once, I dared to tell others about it. My family and I had this little talk over dinner about how I'm feeling, how I'm thinking and all. For once, I dared to tell them, I'm actually like this and I don't really like being like that and that kind of thing. I now understand, what a great family I truly have. I know I'm truly a bitch at heart now. But I know, at least... I don't bring that bitch out in me and that's a good thing. Well, at least better than those who really put bitching into action. And even though I'm not perfect because I don't have a kind heart like I always wish I could have, I'm happy that I am me. If I were not me, I would not have this great family standing behind me, supporting me. If I were not who I am, I would not be standing here like that, being reflective of my actions and thoughts. If I were not what I am, I would not be motivated to become a better person and there would be nothing to learn in life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People grow as time passes, both physically and mentally. And even though I'm standing here right now, so imperfect and not I always wanted to be, I'm still growing. And I know, with a little effort and some reflection, I might be able to understand some of my wrong thinking and actually be able to accept what's right. Who knows, as time passes, I might become a better person than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1765335781352108971?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1765335781352108971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1765335781352108971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1765335781352108971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1765335781352108971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-tough-yesterday.html' title='Another Tough Yesterday'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7949250081844054456</id><published>2007-06-27T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:16:25.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>A Girl Can Dream, Right?</title><content type='html'>I shall take it slow today since there's not much homework except for the history and geography worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Moch's blog just now and saw her list of to-do's before she dies. Maybe I should make one too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Great List Of Impossible Dreams Of JayJay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #01: Master the wonderful japanese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #02: Migrate to Japan After Retirement And Live In Some Small Town With Hot Springs So That I Can Visit It Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #03: Watch Many Many Many Animes With No Subtitles After Going For The Hot Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #04: Learn How To Play The Violin And The Piano And If Possible, Master My Trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #05: Spend My Remaining Time After Retirement By Making Fantastic Japanese Food And Those Really Luxurious Cheese And Cream Cakes That You Usually Only See In Cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #06: Constantly Hold Tea Parties With Friends And Serve Them The Gorgeous Treats I Make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #07: Write And Publish A Really Nice Story Or Maybe Even A Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #08: Wear A Really Nice Wedding Dress Like The One Yuna In Final Fantasy X Wore And A Beautiful Kimono On My Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #09: Give Birth To Two Really Sweet Kids, A Big Brother And A Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #10: Publish A Complete Series Of Popular Manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #11: Become A High Salary Journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #12: If Number #11 Failed, Then I Wish To Become An Intelligent IT Professional With High Pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #13: Draw And Complete A Really Nice (*insert the title of the popular manga that I drew and published here*) Artbook And Have It Published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #14: Don't Need To Worry About Financial Difficulties In The Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number #15: Confess To Some Of My Relatives About How I Really Think That They Suck And Are Just All Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------END (for now)-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty imposissible but... A girl can dream, right? A girl can dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7949250081844054456?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7949250081844054456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7949250081844054456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7949250081844054456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7949250081844054456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/girl-can-dream-right.html' title='A Girl Can Dream, Right?'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3276505183808814858</id><published>2007-06-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:28:12.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Time to get back on track</title><content type='html'>ALL RIGHT, I'LL FESS UP. I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT PRACTICING MY TROMBONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. That is my statement of the day. I am sorry for the laziness and right now my aching body is suffering the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LACK OF PRACTICE = PANIC FOR INDOOR TEST = RUSHING TO PRACTICE = FATIGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was nice to know. And be glad, cause I've linked binbin :D and my tagboard is working normally again! Three cheers for that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched to see the birthday messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG THANKS TO THOSE WHO TAGGED THE BIRTHDAY MESSAGES. THEY WERE REALLY NICE :D LOVE YOU GUYS!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and now, after spending two or three hours creating that kamichama karin new blogskin, I need to hurry to the bath and then start completing my homework. I don't want to confess for not doing them later, okay? Hope you like the blogskin cause Kazune is super handsome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND REMEMBER TO WATCH "KAMICHAMA KARIN" FROM &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;WWW.VEOH.COM&lt;/a&gt; !~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara Minna-san!~ Goodbye Everyone!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie aka. JayJay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3276505183808814858?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3276505183808814858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3276505183808814858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3276505183808814858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3276505183808814858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-to-get-back-on-track.html' title='Time to get back on track'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-2253104398943055103</id><published>2007-06-13T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:31:34.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Sadness and emptiness</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking alot about band. I mean, really alot. It's been a very heavy stone set down in my heart, like a stubborn weed it stays there, not willing to budge. I am left to feel it's pressure against my fragile heart and I think that's what they call sadness. Sorry for getting a little too poetic here, but all I wanted to express was that it is a really depressing thing that I can't bear to watch my seniors leave. I was experiencing such emotions too, at the concert hall, as we were cheering our hooray. I just suddenly found that I couldn't cheer no more and I felt like laughing at myself. Since when did I become so attached to my seniors? I've always grumbled about them but then again, I now remember, it was always for  laugh. It wasn't ro offend them and sometimes I don't really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I guess this sadness is here because the whole depressing issue is that they're leaving now, right at this moment in which I finally feel closer to them, closer to the trombones family. Back then, I always felt left out. No matter was it being ordered to practice alone in that lonely corner, or was it being forgotten during the important Singapore Youth Festival. I always felt that I didn't belong there. I was only close to Rumeng, and not the others. I could only watch them joke around with her and hear her telling me about all the things they did and told her while in my heart I was always wishing, wish they could say that to me or wish they could do that with me. I was always wishing so. And then during SYF, Rumeng started to get even closer while I got evermore left behind. And I realised, I really had to try to be more of myself and not that quiet, shy girl who's afraid that she'd say anything wrong in front of her seniors. So I tried, and now at least I could crack jokes with them and I got quite close to Nicholas and Si Hui. Well, maybe Nicholas didn't feel so but at least... ya know... he speaks to me more. I have to admit, I'm quite happy to this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So now they're leaving, Nicholas is probably never coming back. I just can't imagine another sectional practice without him cracking his stupid jokes and making his lame comments. And I can't imagine it without Javier and his arguments. It was really fun when both of them were there, really. I really wish with all my heart that they can come back, to watch over all of us, and continue to be the best seniors ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Really, these are not a pack of lies so believe me already (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2253104398943055103?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2253104398943055103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2253104398943055103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2253104398943055103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2253104398943055103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadness-and-emptiness.html' title='Sadness and emptiness'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1287201098367079880</id><published>2007-06-09T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:24:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we well rock you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='320' width='400'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/v/eOI7tNbqE_/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='320' width='400' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/v/eOI7tNbqE_/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Lookie here, see what I found. Looks quite amazing, really. Shows how long ago they really are but who cares. They rock and so does Queen Symphony (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1287201098367079880?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1287201098367079880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1287201098367079880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1287201098367079880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1287201098367079880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-well-rock-you.html' title='we well rock you'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7694957489799069650</id><published>2007-05-27T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:46:57.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>presents - my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I received my first present from Odd-ball (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, audrey. you will forever be a member of the birds&amp;rocks. you are our cute boulder (: And I love the drawings you drew on my get-well card. I love you all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's a warning to all those out there. Beware of Maureen's high-five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became her first victim on the last day of school. Seems like she's trying to give me a farewell gift. Heh, anyway, for all those who don't know, maureen's high=five evantually becomes a shocking slap so you better watch out. Don't be a fool like me, I don't want to see another victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results kind of sucked. So don't talk to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have felt better if my mum actually said more. But she didn't. She didn't say anything bad but not a lot of good stuff too. She just left me with a "just try harder". Well, I was kind of disappointed, to tell the truth. JT said that her mum was happy because she said that as long as she improved, it would be good, even if the improvement was only o.1 percent. I thought that was a rather sweet thing to say. But even so, I still love my mum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I received my second present from rumeng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing... Fernie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a blue adorable elephant plushie. loved it to bits... Although I must say, the gift was much of sincerity. She bought it in front of us and in the end I asked her to just give me to me right there and then. There was no need to make her wrap it up cause I already know what's inside anyway. So in the end, Kah Min's had to go home with Rumeng without a plastic bag. *evil grins* Anyway, my sister loves it to bits too. I was asking my family for a name to name him. Then she was like "Ellie? Nah, too common since he's an elephant. Call him Phanty." Get it? Ellie+phanty = elephant. haha, in the end I changed it to Fernie, sounds cuter, don't you think? So here's Fernie, sitting on my bed at home and there's audrey wrist pad sitting on my desk. Where's my other presents? *evil grin again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and friends. Love you guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7694957489799069650?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7694957489799069650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7694957489799069650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7694957489799069650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7694957489799069650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/05/presents-my-love.html' title='presents - my love'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8097959344604797986</id><published>2007-05-22T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:46:43.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>influenza's on the run</title><content type='html'>I'va caught what they call the "flu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's not exactly that serious, so I don't really get why the doctor gave me a two-days medcial certificate to exempt me from school. I guess that's better though, at least I have a chance to rest more and the fact that it isn't on a band day helps too. Even though I might not be able to take part in sectional practice on wednesday, at least I won't miss the official band day and if I don't miss it, I won't need to feel guilty over my absence. Seems like symphonic band is getting a little stessed with the absence of some banders every practice and it seems like Queen Symphony can't work if we don't have a full band practicing most of the time. Mr Ng is getting a lil grumpy cause of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely don't understand the concept behind DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm freaking mad about it. How can I pass this year if I can't even understand such a simple subject. Okay, maybe not so simple, but I'm sure that there will be even harder topics. Maybe that's the reason as to why I don't really want to choose triple science. I guess I'm not so interested in it. But I think in the end I will choose that subject, after all, I might not even make it in, might as well... But I probably will choose triple science with high hopes of not making into it. I'm a tad more interested in the Theatre Arts programme, that's why. I mean, I feel that I can score well in that area and besides, I have interest in that area too. My interest grew even more when I heard that we had to act out dramas or something like that. Dramas are just so much fun. Makes me tingle in my seat with excitement at the thought of acting out a drama. Sure, I will have stage fright, but that doesn't stop me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so determined. Theatre Arts Programme, let's go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8097959344604797986?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8097959344604797986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8097959344604797986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8097959344604797986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8097959344604797986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/05/influenzas-on-run.html' title='influenza&apos;s on the run'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-1418437060018060374</id><published>2007-05-13T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:59:34.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>campfire's burning now</title><content type='html'>And now, here's a detailed report on the level camp. I've been waiting to write this all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say my body has very bad timing... Anyway, I head off towards school in an uneasy mood. Well, it was kind of troublesome getting to school. I had to drag such a huge bag and I realised that it looked exactly the same as the one they recorded in the "terrorists acts" video. The one that the suspicious guy was holding looked exactly like mine. Hope I didn't arouse any suspicion though. When I reached school I met Charmaine and Moch so we waited for Jt together at the foyer and were discussing about whose bag is bigger when Jt showed up with like a super bulky bag. Anyway, we went on to the gym after that and soon, we were off! My group consisted of sixteen people, it was supposed to be seventeen but one guy from 2B didn't come... anyway, the members of group fifteen were me, Eunice, Monica, Theresa, Ting Yun, Vivyan, Vanessa, Pearlyn, Jessica, Shu Jun, Daphne, Su Qin, Zi Xuan, Edric, Keith and last but not least, Stephen. ANd so, group fifteen set off with their instructor, the great Meng Siong! Haha, well, actually it was more like MengMeng :D Well, we were supposed to play the so-called ice breakers but actually, I don't think we played at all. MengMeng was just crapping throughout. Before we went on the boat MengMeng even wanted to start some gang fight with Stephen and he was like "What? Want to fight is it? Come lah!" But when both of them stood up and the height difference became clear... "okayokay, sorry, nevermind..." was what he ended up saying. Anyway, the boat journey was kind of tiring and Vanessa fell asleep together with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, we finally reached Pulau Ubin. Before lunch, we still had time to sit down and crap. Then, we had lunch and it wasn't as bad as I thought. After lunch was boring tent-pitching which was a piece of cake. Eunice wanted to exchange our blue tent for a pink one but I guess it wouldn't make a difference anyway, after all, we wouldn't be sleeping in the same tent as the one we set up. I just hope that the tent we set up didn't collapse in the end (: After tent-pitching was team dynamics. We were taught that the flag we would be creating would be our responsibility and that we had to carry it all around and to protect it from being stolen. Well, we sat down and took a long time to think of our group name while instructor Wyna messed with our MengMeng. It was quite a comical scene. I'd say that C.F goes along well with F.C (: In the end, our name was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. O. C. K. Y&lt;br /&gt;POCKYpockyPOCKYpocky :D strawberry flavour too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our beautiful flag was created! I'd say it was the finest flag there ever was and credit goes to all of us and not only to Zi Xuan as he claimed. He was seriously being really naggy and kept saying that here must be coloured, there must be coloured with what. So in the end, he wanted the claim all the credit. Oh well, we all did an extremely good job :D So after that was dinner and then we could finally bathe! But sadly, we were the second last group to go... And bath time was a real mess, everyone was freaking out in that one pathetic toilet with only a few cubicles. And I had my own troubles to sort. In the end, I had to share the cubicle with someone who had the same troubles as I, I didn't really mind though... As long as I could bathe (: But personally, bathing didn't really make a difference cause we were sweating immediately after that too. We went to the conference after that to have a song session. That stupid Meng asked us to take off our socks when we weren't suipposed to and in the end, we were the only group who was sockless. After teaching us cheers, we started on our camp preparation. Which is of course... my favourite "boxes dance"! After a rather humiliating experience for MengMeng, we had to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping didn't go well. Six people in one pathetic tent couldn't really work out, you see... Well, I could only catch a few winks of the sleep I was longing for. But it didn't really matter, the next day came quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa! Rise and shine! Day two came real quickly and I was awakened by the noisy chatter of the various females walking near our tent at around six or so... So anyway, we got a shock when we arrived at the toilet entrance as there was this amazingly long queue. Seemed like some girls wanted an early bath ;) So anyway, we took a long time just to brush our teeth and wash up. Breakfast followed after that and our activities started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things! Great Team Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this was where we started to bond and I really loved the whole thing... that is... Pocky won unexpectedly! The great team olympics was actually a rally of three games. The first game was called the shoe pile. Everyone was supposed to remember how the shoe of the person behind you looked like, then everyone had to take off their shoes and pile them in a messy bunch and we had to find the shoes for the person behind. Things went rather smoothly, and we would have been first if not for MengMeng's dirty tricks. He started tying our shoelaces together because we were going too fast and I guess he was afraid that the other groups might say that he was biased for not messing up our shoes properly. Anyway, we came out second because group fourteen made it just a little earlier. The next game was balloon caterpillar. Everyone rushed to grab our balloons and started blowing them. Then we head off. THis game wasn't very successful as we kept dropping and had to restart... So in the end, we were last! But no fret, we scored well during the next game, the holy barrel. For this game, we had to fill a barrel up with water from the lagoon to a certain level. The problem here is that the barrel was full with holes and the only tool we had to collect water with was a small mug. So what could we do? We could only use our shoes and our hands to block the holes. We used a little bit of sand too anyway but we were careful to not let them get into the barrel. The covering of the barrel was directed by Stephen if my memory didn't fail me. Anyway, I was in charge of filling the barrel with water together with some other people, Eunice, Vanessa, Keith... To this, I have to say sorry to poor Edric because I spilled to0ns of water on him as he was always directly in front of me. Anyway, we were the first to fill it to the required level. Then the instructor shot us with an unexpected task. We had to cheer a unique cheer. So we came up with one rather hastily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky is the best&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky all the way&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky Pock together&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky Pock Pock Pock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to keep repeating this cheer and I felt like I was going to die from all the yelling as the instructors kept saying that we weren't loud enough or something. Man was I pissed, but oh well, it's over anyway... The outcome... We won of course! Then, it turned out that we ended the game a little too early and so we had loads of free time before lunch! Anyway, group sixteen wanted to add some skid into our "boxes dance" for campfire so we agreed and we rehearsed. Then we had lunch and the next thing on the list was... low ropes. HOWEVER! The rain came quickly... So we only managed to do a little of the low ropes and none of the rock wall climbing which was kind of disappointing for everyone. But the best was yet to come... We had an awesome disco party instead. It started out with the mass dance which made us all get high! And then they started playing various hip songs and we ended us dancing like mad people. The instructors described it as some Ang Mor College dance party :D So after some more crapping, we went for dinner... This time, bath time wasn't after dinner. It was after the freaking night out! Night out was really crappy and lame. It was kind of scary at first because Meng forbid us to switch on our torches at all. And we got confused by Meng. In the end, we reached the pathetic destination which was actually some empty space by the sea. We found seats on the shore while waiting for the other groups to arrive and got really tired and bored. The scariest part was here though... There were dogs strutting around and as we sat about lazily, the one nearest to me Eunice and Zi Xuan suddenly gave a low growl and loud bark and we got so freaked out we ran for our lives. It was really scary, I swear. Shortly after calming our nerves, we head back towards camp. The walk back was really tiring and I was dozing off while walking, a first time experience for me. I was walking criss-cross and Zi Xuan said I was crazy, walking  "left and right". We finally managed to reach camp and after a short bath we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night's sleep was even worse than the first. The person beside me didn't give me any space at all and I was too shy to ask her to move a little. So... I slept sitting most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of activities was here at last. First up after breakfast was Operation "Project Teamtanics"! We had to construct a stable raft and successfully navigate it to and fro the lagoon. I couldn't board the raft and was pretty disappointed but the seeing our members siink again and again into the lagoon was kind of amusing too! After that, we sat down to chat while those who got wet went to wash up. Then it was a quick lunch which was followed by... the terrifying High Ropes! The saddest thing was that I was first. It was really freaky okay! The whole thing was shaky and I didn't know where to step as I climbed up. Well, I managed to finish the stupid thing but I took up too much time and caused the rest to be forced to end early. To that, I must really apologise. I'm really sorry guys! After that, none of us wanted to do any other High Ropes so we set off for Ubin Explorer early. Ubin Explorer was amusing. We had to walk towards the town area and the first thing we did when we got there was to... Slack! Yes, that's right. MengMeng treated us to ice-cream generously and we sat down in front of the temple and bought drinks. Edric boldly went to buy a box of Hor Fun to eat. In the end he couldn't finish in time and had to eat while walking. It was kind of hilarious. We quickly set out to write the answers required and were soon heading back. Not before the guys had their red bulls though. "Red Bull gives you wings" says Edric as he bounced on the road towards camp. The return journey was crazy because Zi Xuan kept on singing with Eunice and Vivyan. Everyone was entertained by his high pitch singing. Especially when he suddenly went "Cha Cham Boh!" It was so funny that Monica and I couldn't stop laughing. Edric was hopping around as I marvelled about what red bull can do to one perfectly normal guy. In the end, we ended up singing zhi1 zu2 together and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was dinner time and after the yummy food in the dark... It was the long awaited Campfire! We received our keys to our chalet for the night. A gift from our precious teachers! I love our teachers! It must have burned a huge hole in the pocket as it was $80 per night in one chalet and there were so many of us. Anyway, we had to ruch back to our chalet to change into our camp t-shirt and then realising that we didn't bring out our flag after returning to the white tentage, Daphne and Vanessa had to rush back to retrieve it for us. I sincerely thank them for that! Anyway, campfire was a bang although the fire was wilting away throughout. I think our "boxes dance" hyped up everyone a little. Stephen was really giving it his all and everyone thought he was mad when he did the "boxes dance" so aggressively. All of us really went sot during the dance. But I think it was only group fifteen because they said that the sixteens weren't that hyper. Oh well... The last part of the campfire was touching, we watched the videos that they created and did our mass dance and sung our level song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying but then I realised. No, it's not the end yet, right? Life in Dunman High still has a long way and with all these new friends I will continue my journey in this school. That is the reason why I will not leave this school even after my secondary years. For I will spend yet another two years in this beautiful campus with my precious friends. And even if Pocky was to break up now, I'm sure in our hearts, we will never forget these memories. And on monday, I'm certain, we will be able to say "Hi!" with all the happiness that swell in our hearts when we meet each other in the corridor. With hope, we misht even be classmates by next year. Let the Pocky spirit stay with all of us for the rest of our lives and I wish and pray that none of us will ever forget the Pocky days we've spent we've each other by our sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level camp has ended. But Pocky will never disband and our friendship will stay ever so solid and firm and that our journey together still goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-1418437060018060374?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1418437060018060374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=1418437060018060374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1418437060018060374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/1418437060018060374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/05/campfires-burning-now.html' title='campfire&apos;s burning now'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3101061790191370183</id><published>2007-05-12T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:12:53.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Get High!</title><content type='html'>It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said it hated it but after going through so much, I'm taking back those words... It was unforgettable. Plus, I made lots and lots of new friends. Just remembering it make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky is the best,&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky Pock together,&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Pocky Pock Pock Pock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, group fifteen, Pocky, rocks! I love all the team members. There were the girls: me, Eunice, Theresa, Monica, Vanessa, Vivyan, Ting Yun, Daphne, Shu Jun, Pearlyn, Jessica and Su Qin. And of course there were the guys: Zi Xuan, Edric, Keith, Stephen. I love my group. We sure did lots of fun things together. And all of us were pretty enthusiastic especially when needed to. You could tell after going through the campfire night. It was wonderful, we were so hyped up as we did our "boxes" dance. Everyone said that Stephen was especially wild. Once the music started we all started to go "boxes"! Haha... It sure was fantastic. Then there were the many activities that we went through together with our instructor MingMing. It was a wonderful experirence. And even though the other instructors didn't really like MingMing, we still had a great time. I was a little sad when we had to part... but I know that it's not over yet. The days in Dunman with these new found friends are still long and I hope they will forever remember this special camp we shared together. Because I know I will never forget these precious memories. I hope we end up in the same class next year. It seems next year doesn't seem so scary anymore. Because I have you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say "Hi!" on monday, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们 Get high! 用双手把天撑开, 喔~ Get high! 让所有人都明白...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3101061790191370183?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3101061790191370183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3101061790191370183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3101061790191370183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3101061790191370183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-high.html' title='Get High!'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-4930371633992469674</id><published>2007-05-05T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:16:47.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>The First Gust Of Wind</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for me to revive my blog a little, I have decided to change revamp my blog by changing it's look. There you go! Not so dark and dreary anymore, isn't it? I feel so refreshed now. I love green so much(: Thank lord for creating the colour green. Whoever who first mixed blue and yellow to make green is marvellous. Let me applaud for that very person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level Camp is approaching fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is, it's coming. I can feel it. The tremor of going to some uninhabitated, or so I thought, place to camp for about four days or so is terrible. It has seized my heart for some reason. Let's see, you ask me why? I don't want to be a leader, that's why! This is terrible, with me being a leader, I suppose I will just lead my team into the dumps. You see, the whole point of this camp is to straighten out your ties of people who might be in the same class as you next year. However, if I'm not a good leader, it might just easily give some people reason to hate me. What if they all start hating me and we end up in the same class later? This is terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hate this year's camp. Dai Kirai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-4930371633992469674?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4930371633992469674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=4930371633992469674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4930371633992469674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4930371633992469674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-gust-of-wind.html' title='The First Gust Of Wind'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-8558333456685949784</id><published>2007-04-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:13:08.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>SEIGAKU(:</title><content type='html'>I feel this emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, I fell hollow. I don't understand why but I realised that my reltionship with my friends are looking like they are one-sided. I just don't seem to understand this whole thing. I feel like I'm not needed within the group. As if I'm the one hopelessly clinging on to them. It is as if they totally do not welcome me or something. Maybe it isn't that they don't welcome me but that they don't mind me sticking with them but they are totally fine and might be even happier without me. Nobody wants to wait for me if I have something on but I'm always expected to wait for them when they have something on. Nobody cares about me at all, truly, they just dont't give a damn. And this feeling makes me want to just grab a wall to knock my head into and die a horrible death. Even if I did that, I bet they won't give a damn too. They will just walk over and give a scoff, then walk away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's another question to ask, will anyone give a damn when I'm gone? I'd bet not. So I shouldn't even exist, I shouldn't even be wasting the air in the atmosphere by breathing it in. I should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sun is setting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and at the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm left once again, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In darkness, as the black envelope me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In despair as my shoulders sagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobbing, uncontrollably as I released my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then nobody cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm left alone on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By all those whom I thought were friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm alone and always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just've been clinging on desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-8558333456685949784?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8558333456685949784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=8558333456685949784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8558333456685949784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/8558333456685949784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/seigaku.html' title='SEIGAKU(:'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5936034217269138297</id><published>2007-04-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:18:54.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime news'/><title type='text'>Prince Of Tennis</title><content type='html'>Anime of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prince Of Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds boring? Now worries, it's practically the best thing you can get. It is pretty much more realistic than Bleach and that kind of fantasy anime but... As you watch Echizen and company race up to the tops, you will be able to experience the excitement in tennis. As you watch the players perform their special skills that seem to be impossible to achieve you will be amazed at how tennis is like a bettlefield. Watch as they trick their enemies with different techniques, Momoshiro with his Dunk Smash, Echizen with his Twist Serve, Oishi with his Moon Volley, Kikumaru with his Acrobatic Play, Inui with his Data Play, Tezuka with his drop shot, Kaidoh with his Boomerang Snake, Kawamura with his Burning Serve and many many more. Watch them develop new skills and transform into the greatest tennis players! Go Go Seigaku!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5936034217269138297?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5936034217269138297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5936034217269138297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5936034217269138297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5936034217269138297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/prince-of-tennis.html' title='Prince Of Tennis'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-4415540845078376945</id><published>2007-04-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:57:25.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>I've been wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back with full power. I had a lot to think about. So this is how it feels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great torture to think about next year. And there are two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i have to leave 2 Fahrion and my bestest B&amp;R clan. I just can't go on a day of school life without anyone of them. I can't feel normal without the ticklish Audrey, fiend-ish Jing Ting, and funky Mochi. A Fahrion has been a great class. We've went through boredom, fun, hyperness, craziness, mischief, lecturings and in a few more months, we would've went throught two whole years together. We might not be bonded, we might not be together, but for all we know, we will remember each other. Through ups and downs, we've travelled so far. We've shared tears, shared pain, shared bitterness but most of all, I'm thankful. For you have been a great class to me, and I hope I have been a good part of this great class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy 2 Fahrion, let's set out on another crazy adventure. Each with all of us engraved in our hearts. Set sail for the new horizon, Fahrion! To do that, we will all need to work hard. We must peservere to stand on the top of the rest. We must perservere to keep good grades. We must perservere! Let us do it, and let our last mmory be the best, thank Fahrion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's band. It has always been a huge part of my life ever since I've joined. Well, I have to admit, I've been loathing practice for the past few weeks. But now I'm fired up. I will bounce back, just wait and see. I don't want to be the only one sitting behind the corner and just supporting the rest mentally. I want to be out there, to do that, to be  part of everything. And even if I might complain for all te hard work I have to put in, I know one day, I will be thankful for it. Band has been such a wonderful experience. And I would not bear to see our sec fours go. Please do not leave us, be it my wishful thinking but I still hope with all my might, please do not leave us! I didn't think that there will be such a day, when I will be wishing so hopefully as such, but here it is. I hope and wish and pray with all my heart. Please do not leave us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to Javier and Nicholas (The best seniors we've ever had. I'm thankful for the good teachings and fun you have given me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasted in sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My soul, plagued with fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes, blinded by loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as I stand, torn apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my my heart, broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-4415540845078376945?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4415540845078376945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=4415540845078376945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4415540845078376945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4415540845078376945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/wasted.html' title='wasted'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-5799731764702604392</id><published>2007-04-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:28:28.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>ichiban no training desu (:</title><content type='html'>Intense Training, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day of the planned intense training. And, according to the feedback... It was a success! Today, four songs were taught. Well, actually more like three and half short songs but at least it is an improvement and I realised that all of your notes improved while practising! Bravo! Everybody must work harder, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kays&lt;/span&gt;? I told you it would be more fun with songs. At least it is more interesting to play songs than to just blindly repeating the whole scale. So... hope you really enjoyed today's training and you guys have really improved. Keep up the good work, dudes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I bought your goodies already(: Shall pass it to you guys tomorrow. Enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; and work harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driven nuts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the culprit was chinese. Why were we forced to finish te damn thing in an hour? It is obviously impossible and the aftermath of said battle against the tough worksheet was all and members from 2 fahrion unable to attend sectional practice with a full stomach. Ah... Is Ms Zheng going to come back tomorrow? Actually, I hope not but I hope we don't all get as stressed as today. Here's wishing everyone a happy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is road that I wanna keep going, love is a river I wanna keep flowing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-5799731764702604392?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5799731764702604392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=5799731764702604392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5799731764702604392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/5799731764702604392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/ichiban-no-training-desu.html' title='ichiban no training desu (:'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3927426280855209788</id><published>2007-03-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:32:07.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>A comet star.</title><content type='html'>All right, I sort of realised that I've been way too crappy with my dear juniors and thus I'm going to set down the new verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intense Trombone Training Will Commence on either Next Monday or Next Friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to ensure that there will be sufficient practice earned during sectional pratices and not to mention, less crap. Well, I'm sure not a workaholic that drives everyone around into a hardworking frenzy and so, be comforted that there is an existence of breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, introducing... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Remote Control&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the next sectional onwards, each one of you will receive a handy-dandy remote control, called The JJ Control. With this ultra superb and neat tool, you can readily turn the buzzing around your ears on or off. Meaning to say that, you can shut JJ up when you want to and you can turn her back on if you're too bored. It's as handy as a television remote control! Neat eh? So... remember to remind this forgetful JJ with a big empty head to hand out these remote controls to all juniors out there and to explain its functions in details and also of course to pass down The Verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the becoming of a great-and-efficient JJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3927426280855209788?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3927426280855209788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3927426280855209788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3927426280855209788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3927426280855209788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/comet-star.html' title='A comet star.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6589262237274490952</id><published>2007-03-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:12:05.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>the all new sensation</title><content type='html'>Here is a goodie for all those out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post my all-time favourite fan art by me. Just for kicks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045771251344612738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DI2PISxueps/RgYuOC5GHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cG2PsSil2wg/s320/tsubasa+(coloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you guys like it(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised that I could actually scan the class photos for you guys so if michelle wants to make a blogskin for our class blog, go ahead and ask me. I'd love to help even though the blogskins I make aren't nice. So I shall contribute by scanning the required stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6589262237274490952?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6589262237274490952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6589262237274490952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6589262237274490952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6589262237274490952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-new-sensation.html' title='the all new sensation'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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/_DI2PISxueps/RgYuOC5GHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cG2PsSil2wg/s72-c/tsubasa+(coloured).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29152259.post-6047201318943220457</id><published>2007-03-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:19:22.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Today was a dead tired day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another amazing discovery during Language Arts. I love the way Miss Au makes such a complicated thing come to life. All hail the greatest Language Arts teacher ever(: I love Language Arts without the presence of Mdm  John. I'm sure two fahrion is enjoying their wonderful time basking in the absence of her nonsensical jokes. She sure loves to crack jokes which all of us don't understand and waste away our time by laughing away at it on her own. Have you ever met a teacher like that? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouyu came today and taught me loads of stuff. He went through the starting of "Lily Flower" with me and even helped me with my "Samurai". I just love the way he teaches me(: Even though I must agree some of his actions aren't all that responsible for a tough guy like him, but it was still sweet for him to have taught me. I'm thanking him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rains flood the city again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;attempting to wash away our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempting, but failing as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our sins are cut too deep in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are thrust into the arms of devil sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- a spur-of-the-moment poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6047201318943220457?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6047201318943220457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6047201318943220457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6047201318943220457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6047201318943220457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6337047002848165528</id><published>2007-03-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:02:01.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>bleached.</title><content type='html'>I am so bleached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumeng says that my blog is boring. Whatever. Hers is not any more interesting. At least, anime fanatics like me will like what I'm typing. Well, I'm not interested in your online diary Rumeng. So NOT interested. *sends evil glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. A tribute to my favourite character in bleach, Hitsugaya Toushiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All Hail Hitsugaya Toushiro(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my coolest blogskin ever. My skills are definitely improving(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6337047002848165528?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6337047002848165528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6337047002848165528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6337047002848165528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6337047002848165528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/bleached.html' title='bleached.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-4639926625713869832</id><published>2007-03-18T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:55:26.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>rolling star.</title><content type='html'>I managed to almost finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never be able to. After all, it wasn't until a few days ago when I realised that I didn't touch my homework at all. Well, for now, everything should be fine except that our science project is a little messed up plus rushed but I'm sure we'll be able to do fine. And well, I guess geography is rather messed up too. But at least we've only left what I'd call "insufficient rice" problem. Other than these two biggest problems on my mind, I'm only left with one disturbing maths worksheet undone. Is that whakco or what ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the one going whacko. Guess that's what happens when you suddenly watch thirty plus bleach episodes in two days and play more than forty-eight hours of Final Fantasy XII in six days. Isn't that cool or what. I can't believe I'm still alive. Well, I guess now I can say that I can finally go back to school without feeling wasted. Wasted is not really the right word, actually... More like I can certainly go back to school refreshed after such intense playing. What can I say? I'm a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, maybe I'm indeed too happy for a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I can say I really need all these playing. I don't know why but after these few days oof playing I really feel regenerated. Although it's not very healthy to play as much as thee but it's a wonder that right after these I could tackle those maths problems which I thought were a tad load that I couldn't handle. I guess all I really needed is some rest because then I realised how much stress had gotten into me. Now I'm totally relieved on them and ready to tackle another few months of intense stress. I will succeed! I'm going to be extra hardworking in band because it's been so long since I touched my darling trombone. I'm going to win this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I'm dodging, I wouldn't get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I'm protecting, I will not let anyone die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm fighting, I will cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you not see my unstoppable desire to cut you up in my blade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-4639926625713869832?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4639926625713869832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=4639926625713869832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4639926625713869832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/4639926625713869832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/rolling-star.html' title='rolling star.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-2079609830876419983</id><published>2007-03-16T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:36:33.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game news'/><title type='text'>don't feel like dancing.</title><content type='html'>They grooved out on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the performance show that day. It was lovely. I believe that I so belong to the disco era. I love that puffy hairstyle. It's just too adorable :D And the way that judge describe those guys as. Disco bunnies. Totally adorable! I just love the disco version. Just makes me more interested to learn dancing. I shall achieve this secret dream of mine one day. GOGOGO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it uh-huh uh-huh(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, on Game News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the holidays started I've totally thrashed the whole game. I will be done soon. Probably by the end of June Holidays I will be able to finish my lovely Final Fantasy XII. Right now, I've went from Bhujerba all the way through the Ogir Yensa and the Nam Yensa sandseas, fought through King Raithwalls tomb, head towards the village of Garifs in Jahara by going through Giza Plains and Ozmone Plains, advanced to Mt Bur Omisace through Golmore Jungle and visited Henne mines on the way, past the Paramina Rift, strolled throught the stillshrine of Miriam and now I'm on my way to Archadia. But of course before that I'll have to pass through the Dalmasca eastersands and through the Nalbina Fortress to get through the Mosophran Highways and Salika woods and not forgetting the Phon coast and the Tchita Uplands. Wow. I hope I didn't spell anything incorrectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm hooked up on bleach too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll create a bleach blogskin next. YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it uh-huh uh-huh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2079609830876419983?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2079609830876419983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2079609830876419983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2079609830876419983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2079609830876419983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-feel-like-dancing.html' title='don&apos;t feel like dancing.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9125888663964373878</id><published>2007-03-12T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:23:55.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>falling snow</title><content type='html'>I went to the great big Courts and Ikea that opened up in Tampines recently yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was nothing much really, apart from the fact that it really is super big and it was constructed so that you had to browse through the whole place before you could leave. Meaning, there were no exits until the last place you could visit. Well, I went to Courts after Ikea and browsed through the laptops as my sister was considering getting a new one. I chanced upon an unlocked laptop and went to the internet and decided to visit Xia Xue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was nothing extraordinary, just those normal critism and cursing and swearing. But it got me thinking... Does she really have to be so rude? I don't know about what she thinks but really... It's not a very nice thing to see a young lady swearing like it's no big deal. If it was an occasional bad word it might be fine but you'd notice that nearly every post of hers has one or more swear words. Maybe she doesn't think that it's a big deal because many people are actually, y'know swearing like her as if it's nothing, but I really don't approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I decided to stop my own swearing if I have done it and to stop reading Xia Xue's blog. Afterall, it's her blog, her privacy and I really can't go up there and yell to her "STOP SWEARING! IT'S RUDE". If I believe that she has to, in anyway, obey me because I disapprove, I guess I have no right to write anything like this because I don't think she approves too well. So well, she has to right to write and if I don't like what she's writing, I have to right to stop reading. So to all those anonymous people who criticise her openly, it's better for you all to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9125888663964373878?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9125888663964373878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9125888663964373878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9125888663964373878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9125888663964373878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/falling-snow.html' title='falling snow'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7969360906414456929</id><published>2007-02-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:18:53.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>support the aal team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPPORT AALTEAM (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aalteam.blogspot.com"&gt;www.aalteam.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause we just have to hate those ah lians :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's support this team of brave people who stand up for the non-twit talkers in singapore. Thank this people for showing us the evil faces of the underworld: young teenage girls exposing too much flesh with ultra mini skirts, girls having pre-marital sex and smoking away, thinking it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloody doings of the ah lians are too much. Let us see them in the light of truth for once, who they really are. We must see the truth as soon as possible and stand in line with the AALteam in recovering the perfect english we've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I want to say goodbye to all the brainless twit talk X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7969360906414456929?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7969360906414456929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7969360906414456929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7969360906414456929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7969360906414456929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/support-aal-team.html' title='support the aal team.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-908879910179096839</id><published>2007-02-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:31:01.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>stronger.</title><content type='html'>I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love for my new blogskin. Well, there's some kind of problem that I'll see to so if you can't see it right now, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-908879910179096839?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/908879910179096839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=908879910179096839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/908879910179096839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/908879910179096839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/stronger.html' title='stronger.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-3492500026684705819</id><published>2007-02-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:29:17.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>Sunlight of a Sunset.</title><content type='html'>Happy valentines, people(: Here's a v-day goodie from me. I love your presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sunlight of a sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining again. Raindrops pattered onto the window glass, trickling down and merging with others to form a small stream. Big, troubled purple globes stared intently at the small rivers on the window glass. Raven haired Wayne sat up abruptly as his heart missed a beat on hearing shattered glass. They were at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not going to be home again?! You’re going to have dinner with that little vixen, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you go again! Always on and on about some non-existent little vixen! I’m going for a company dinner! Is that so hard to understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne stared, anger burning dimly in his eyes. His parents were at it again and all he could do was to stare and stare and stare and stare… He crossed his fingers behind his back, praying so hard that his they would stop and actually notice his presence. That would make them stop. But they didn’t. Clenching his fists, Wayne turned back into his room. He was tired of them, tired of quarrels, tired of yelling, tired of everything! But if you had to describe this eighteen year old teen with one word, it’d be ‘afraid’. Afraid? Big boy Wayne couldn’t possibly be afraid! But so he was. And he was terrified. Why can’t he have a loving family like everyone? He’d curl into a small ball like a defensive kitten and hide under his blankets, listening and waiting, afraid to hear the word “divorce” come out of their mouths. He hates this… so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wayne, could you give me the answer to this question?” Mrs. Prim screeched in a terribly sharp voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked, opened one eyelid to glance at the question in chalk and closed them again. These questions were an easy feat. Full with confidence he slipped out of his seat, hands tucked safely in his pockets and strode over to the board. Scribbled down the answer and swanked back, not without throwing that annoying bat head an arrogant smirk of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are lucky today.” Mrs. Prim muttered, marking the question with a tick of pink chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had always been like this, cocky and arrogant, always acting like a bastard; giving everyone his famous smirk that bought quite a number of girls’ hearts. But this was never who he really is. Everyone took one look at him and thought that he was just another cool guy with his ass shoved up his face, another one of those fan girls’ targets. But was he really? Only she seemed to know… She was Elyssia, the new girl who just transferred from Australia. A pretty girl with big blue orbs and long orange hair, quite an eye catch, I must say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello everyone, I’m Elyssia and I just transferred over from Australia. Nice to meet you guys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he saw her for the first time, at least that’s what he thought, and he found her familiar. He figured that she took an interest in him too because later, she slid into the empty seat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, the one from Mars.” She mouthed when he glanced at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one from Mars? Why was she calling him that? And then it struck him, a memory of ten years ago… They were in Australia for a vacation. It was before the many wars started. He met her at the train station in a part of Albany. She was lost and was crying real hard, so hard that her face was all squeezed up and red. He reached out to her with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, what’s the matter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you? Why should I tell you anything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can tell me alright. People from Mars are good to share secrets with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, they met up everyday. Playing and having fun. Innocent feeling sprouted until he suddenly left. Without a note, or an apology, he just disappeared into space and he never came back. So now she’s here, to find the one from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Australia vacation… He would never be able to have such a vacation ever again. His parents were ruining his life. She probably never had such problems, she was probably luckier. And he hated her for that. She looked so happy and her smile… so beautiful. He could feel his insides burning with an absurd fire and all he managed to do was try to ignore her, but she still managed to catch him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait up, Wayne!” She caught up with him at his lockers, “Do you… hate me? Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? What a funny question! Isn’t it rather obvious? At least it was to him himself. He didn’t want to admit it but the jealousy growing within him is now undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I hate how you can be so carefree and happy! How can you smile like you have no care in the world?! Heaven’s not fair!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wayne… I know about your family… And you know what? I understand. I truly understa—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You understand? Don’t act like you know me so well! We’ve only met for a week and it was ten years ago! You will never understand!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stormed away, just like that and never answered her anymore although she continued to stay by his side, silently accompanying him. She decided that it was enough to just bathe in his presence. It could have been like that for along time… until that day. It was after school and he left without his bag that day because he flared up at her during the last lesson and just had to storm out suddenly. He strolled towards the class and he heard voices. He stopped at the door, concealing himself behind the pillar. He didn’t want to eavesdrop but their subject caught his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elyssia, did you come here alone or with your family?” Alicia the nosey girl started prying into other people’s matters again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My family… I don’t think I have one; just a lousy dad with a messed up woman whom I’d rather not call mum.” She laughed it off casually. “I don’t need them. I really just want my real mum, staying by me. But my old man refused… So I came alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there, stunned by her words. This was what she meant by “I understand”. She was just like him: one with a broken family. He walked in briskly and sent the nosey girls an evil glare that made them excuse themselves hurriedly. They had to talk, he had to apologize. The class was now empty and she looked at him. For the first time, he truly saw what lay in the windows of her heart; sadness was buried in the deepest of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should have told me, about that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That? Oh, that. You stormed off before I had the chance to say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clenched his fists; he knew that she was awfully right. He grabbed his bag and turned, beckoning her to follow with a wave. Outside, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and pink snow fluttered all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned abruptly to look at him, the sudden softness in his eyes. Why the sudden apology? He was never so nice. But wait, what was she thinking? He is so nice and always was. It was just that he hid this fact. She knew from the memory of ten yeas ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, don’t worry about it! I’m really fine!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent her a stare but she knew that he didn’t really mean it. She will never forget the softness of his eyes at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, it got better. He was ever so nice to her, always waiting for her after classes, always having lunch together, always together. Everyone could see that he changed and it was for her. He could even give her an occasional smile, something he had never did for a long time. He used to only give that arrogant smirk, but he wasn’t like that anymore. And that was how he fell for her and her for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, it was under that cherry blossom and bathing under the sunset’s sunlight, they shared their first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Have a happy v-day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-3492500026684705819?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3492500026684705819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=3492500026684705819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3492500026684705819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/3492500026684705819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunlight-of-sunset.html' title='Sunlight of a Sunset.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-7753393698380309810</id><published>2007-02-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:28:35.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Unfaithful.</title><content type='html'>I was a naughty girl for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my homework that day. And I feel bad about it. How should I say? It's weird cause I've never cared about such matters and now I feel so bad about it. Maybe homework has placed itself as one of my responsibilities. That is probably it. And to have myself say that, I'm quite happy, to tell the truth. I'm one step closer to being a responsible and nice girl. Someone whom I aspire to be but am not. I wonder why I'm trying to change myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm not happy with myself or maybe it's lack of confidence. Both seems to be a better a answer. All I know is I do not have lovely aspects like "Kindness", "Beauty", "Talent", "Virtuous". And all these are what a refined woman is like. A perfect woamn is like this. And I guess I'm just really dissapointed in myself. Why wasn't I born perfect? They say nobody is perfect... But I sure wish I was. What can I do to boost my confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-7753393698380309810?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7753393698380309810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=7753393698380309810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7753393698380309810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/7753393698380309810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-6909885058634507239</id><published>2007-01-28T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:28:35.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Public Affair</title><content type='html'>Today was our girl's day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me, rumeng and kah min. Us happy trios going out for another happy karaoke session. Alright, I woke up at 8.30 in the morning specially for this. Took another thirty minutes to prepare and decided that it's not enough time to make myself look good enough. What to do? I don't want to be late :X I ended up with a black top with a green knee length pants and a blue jacket with white crocs. Kind of like some colourful rainbow walking around but I'd rather not talk about that. Well, at least I brought a nice bag out today (: After reaching I realised I was like the earliest? That definitely a first time for me. I was actually earlier than that 'kiasu' kahmin :D And also I found that Rumeng was still at Toa Payoh, in other words, still in the comfort of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when kahmin arrived, we head over to polar's for breakfast first and had a game of "guess which approaching figure is rumeng". I won in the end, I think. Yeah, so we had a long stroll to Suntec and landed up in the arcade at 10.40 to play a game of DDR first. Then it was Kbox (: I swear the food is gettin muckier and yuckier by the month. After singing our throats dry, we went back to the arcade and squandered our money on guitar maniac, drum maniac, percussion master, DDR, and some other dancing game that I remember JT likes. In the end I only spent 10 dollars in the arcade today. That's considered little already :D We decided to stop at around four, I guess. And we went for shopping, mostly just window shopping, but it was fun too. I went into this accessories shop in City Link mall and purchased this anklet at ten bucks. And now I'm regretting my purchase. It looks cool but it is so expensieve! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a good start this year. I feel the sun's warm breath on me, drying past year's tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June. Jingjie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-6909885058634507239?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6909885058634507239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=6909885058634507239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6909885058634507239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/6909885058634507239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/01/public-affair.html' title='Public Affair'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-9049671428064580519</id><published>2007-01-28T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:27:07.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>korea madness.</title><content type='html'>I'm home, sweethearts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know you guys missed me, so I came back (: Let's first start on the whole korea trip explanation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*day one was spent on the flight to korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle came at around eight o'clock to give us a ride to the airport. When we reached, it was kind of like way too early and we had to wait for god-knows-how-long. Well, after a very very very long wait, we were finally able to board my first Singapore Airlines plane. And then off we went... The plane was kind of cool because you could actually watch movies like "Step up", "You me and Dupree" and some of the latest. But one thing was, the seats were super squeezy and all of us were like squashed up. Thus, you can guess that I didn't really get much sleep ): Day two: We arrived at Seoul Incheon Airport at about six to seven plus korea time. Well, we hurriedly changed into our winter outfits and went to go through the custom. After that, we went to meet up with our tour guide of the week, Charlie. He spoke fluent chinese and claimed that he was a mixed blood. Meaning to say that his mother was a korean and his father was a chinese. Anyway, he also introduced to us this handsome guy known as Mr Zhang. He was a korean and understood little chinese, hence there was a language barrier but anyway, he was sent by Korea's Tourism Boards. Well, we got onto the bus and realised that outside was a little cold but at least we could still take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was one of Korea's theme park : Everland. It was a great outdoor theme park with cool rides and you could even sled down their snow hill. We arrived at about ten or so and had to gsather back at the bus at two in the afternoon if we wanted to enter The Caribean which was just beside Everland. The Caribean was a water theme park which consisted of some swimming pools and lovely hot springs. Okay, so firstly, we went to take this cable car which went over to the lower side of the Everland (the whole theme park was like on a hill or something). We walked a little distance to get to the Safari of the park. We had to board the bus of the safari to see the animals. Anyway, the first stop was at the den of the lions and tigers. The interesting thing was that they put the lions and tigers together at the same place and what do you get in the end? It's a new species called Ligers. This is not a joke, it's true. Anyway, when we went in I suddenly heard Charlie saying "Oh my, the kids on the bus should not see this ar..." And I spun around to see this lion squatted over the lioness and they seemed to be having an intimate affair or whatever you call it. Everyone went "Oh my god" and we burst out laughing cause the Lion quickly walked away as if it were embarassed. Anyway, the Ligers were quarantined because they were far too ferocious for the other Tigers and Lions own good. I have to say, the Ligers certainly look quite the thing (: Anyway, the next stop was for the bears. Everytime the driver passes a bear, it would stop and ask the bear to perform a trick by feeding it a cookie. It was really quite a scene cause the bears were just too cute. The driver would go "xiong2, zhan4 qi3 lai2" in chinese and the bear would perform the trick that he was told to do. It was too adorable. And then there was a King of the bears. And the bear was called "Bei Yong Joon" A ridiculous name if you asked me. But the bear seemed to like it and he went crazy when the driver called him that. Were bears a fan of Winter Sonata too? After the safari, we went to sled down the snow hill and took some other rides and then, we headed for the hot springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot springs were wonderful. It was super hot when you're going in at first but after that it was amazing. My family also tried out the steam suana. It was kind of choking but it really does make you sweat alot. Anyway, hot springs are just my kind of thing. I want to take another dip in it again :D The day ended with us traveling to the Mount Sorak region and going for my first authentic Korean meal (lunch wasn't counted because the theme park's food wasn't that nice). It was a mushroom steamboat and some lovely side dishes of grilled fish, seaweed, kimchi, veggies, fish cakes. And the side dishes were refillable. The meal was wonderful :D Then we headed for our hotel of the night, Kensington Hotel. It was famous for being in the heart of Mout Sorak and also because many artistes stayed in it before. For me, it was a not so good experience because the room was so hot and stuffy. You could not open the windows or you would catch a cold and the room was like an oven. I didn't sleep too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts with breakfast. It was a buffet and I ate porridge, with seaweed and mushrooms. Also, there were sausages and salads and my favourite milk. They all went down my stomach. The weather was really cold that day, around -10 degree celcius. We went for a hike around Mount Sorak's bottom because the cable car was temporary closed due to strong winds. There were temples around and a place where people piled stones up and made wishes. Charlie said that whenever Koreans reach a place where they think is sacred, they would pick a stone and pile it up another, making a wish. I picked one and made a wish too, you have to be careful when doing so because you don't want to make other people's wishes fall. Grandma didn't feel well so she stayed in the cable car shelter. After the walk, we went to pick her up and we head for our next destination, a fish market. Charlie reccomended us to eat a seafood feast for lunch which costed us $50 per person. Lunch was supposed to be provided but he moved it to dinner and we had to pay for this feast for ourselves. While waiting for the store to prepare our feast, we explored the fish market. There wasn't much to see so we just bought some cup noodles at the grocery store and went back up the bus. Soon, we were headed for our feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast was by far the worst meal. Maybe I just didn't like all the raw seafoods wriggling in my mouth. There were live squids, sea urchins, prawns, octopus, oysters, scallop. So many raw seafoods. The tastiest one was the super big plate of sashimi. It tasted supreme. The scariest thing was the live octopus. It was proof that you ate the buffet. The lady would bring about the live octopus in her hand. She would lift up one of it's legs and you had to bite it until they take your picture. It was a scary experience and it sent me squirming in my seat. Here's my picture: Yeah, so the next thing on was to rent ski suits and move to the ski resort. The ski resort was the filming scene of "Autumn in my heart". Taixi, one of the leading males, was the owner of the resort and he stayed in one of the Euro Villas. We were supposed to be skiing for a whole day today but since there was lack of time, we changed the schedule. Before changes, we were supposed to ski today and tomorrow, we have a free daay whole to ourselves and could do anything we want in the ski resort. Of course, if you wanted to ski again, you'd have to pay because it wasn't included for the next day. After changing, we had free time from the moment we reached the resort to the next day. Tomorrow would be the day when we could ski for the whole day. We left our things in the room and went to buy some dinner because today's dinner wasn't included. Dinner for the day was Shin ramen noodles with Aloe Vera drink. On the way back from the supermart we bought ice cream and I had my frist experiece of eating ice cream outside in winter. You should try it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching TV together with family, we split up and went back to our rooms. Oh yeah, did I mention that I was sharing a room with my big sister? This time, the rooms were better. The temperature was much colder and the blanket was finally put to good use. The thing is, the air was too dry and it made my sister sleepless cause her nose started to hurt. I on the other hand, wasn't affected too much. Just that the blanket sometimes got a little too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoken to another similar buffet breakfast. We put on our ski suits and were ready for battle. Suprise! The temperature outside was: -15 degree celcius. My teeth were chattering badly and my wind blown face hardened to ice. Luckily, after some skiing I felt hot. Sweating a little even. Skiing was kind of fun but still a terrible experience. My whole body ached after that.And I refused to ski anymore after a mere few hours. The skiing part was fun but the climbing back up the hill with your skis on is hard work. You had to use the ski rods (or whatever you call it) to support yourself because if not, you would slide down. And you had to move side ways like a crab because your skis are long and all that. Anyway, I should have mentioned that the skis are really really heavy. It was like hanging a trombone on both your legs and walking with it. Up the hill with that kind of weight really puts you down. Anyway, lunch wasn't provided again and after a bath, it was back to cup noodles. It was the only thing I wanted to eat. The Shin Ramen in Korea was way hotter than those sold in Singapore. Believe me, it's true. I kind of regretted not importing some back home. Dinner was barbecued squid with similar side dishes again. Quite delicious ya'know? Anyway, sleeping tonight was another crazy experience. My arm hurt like mad and I felt like ripping it off. It was a kind of pain that I never felt. both me and my mum experienced it and we had to take panadol in order to overcome the pain. Skiing is just not my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Cheon was the next stop. Find this name familiar? It is the filming location of the hit Korean Drama "Winter Sonata". Yeah, basically, it was a long shopping street where the two leading characters used to spend their dates at. And, there were these metal handprints of theirs. Charlie told us something interesting and the story told me that japanese obasans are aggressive. He said that winter sonata was a really BIG hit in Japan and some obasans stole Bae Yong Joon's handprint a few years ago. Thus that concludes the lesson, never let an obasan go gaga over you. My grandmother purchased this sweet little bag for me in this cute shop and we moved on to lunch. Lunch was hotplate chicken with rice cakes. And there were vegetables for you to wrap the meat in and eat it in the Korean way. It was superb (: So after that, we head on to Nami Island. Nami Island, again, another filming location of Winter Sonata. We took quite a number of pictures here. Mostly of us trying to pose as the chracters in the show :D I know, we are cheeky at times. After all the funky, wacky poses and the lovely baked corn... to Seoul we go! Tonight was the night to stay in the super high class hotel: Marriott Hotel. It was the best night of sleep I ever had. I only woke up to drink water and fell asleep again quickly. Woohoo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day six:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day. Boo. We had to go visit all the places that the Korea Tourism Board made a compulsory. We had to browse through shops that sell Korea trademarks. For example: the Government Ginseng shop, some amethyst shop etc. It was overall boring because firstly, the stuff are too expensive. Secondly, we were all rushing to go to DongDaemun, the shopping haven. So after many boring moments, we were at DongDaeMun. We only had time to shop in one of the buildings though, it was the Migliore. Boy did I buy loads of stuff from this place. After busying ourselves with bargaining and buying, we were off for a treat. Ginseng Chicken Soup was what you called this famous dish :D Really really yummy. Inside the chicken were these glutinous rice with all the chicken essence. Yumyum, mamamia. And tonight we wanted to test our luck and tried to rush to buy some bunkin doughnuts before they closed up but to no avail. Nevermind, there's still tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day seven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to pack our stuff so that we could do some last minute shopping. Went to eat breakfast at this Traditional Korean restaurant. The food was cheap yet good and the serving was humongous. Even my bottomless pit couldn't handle it alone. Bought this bearbear earrings that looked absolutely adorable and head back to the hotel. The rest of the tour went to explore the borders of South Korea and North Korea on an extra trip with Charlie that was not compulsory. After meeting up with them, we were in for another barbeques chicken with bibimpap. And then we were off to the airport. After saying goodbyes to the handsome Mr Zhang and the not so handsome Charlie. We returned to Singapore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The end. It took me 20 days to write this. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-9049671428064580519?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9049671428064580519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=9049671428064580519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9049671428064580519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/9049671428064580519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/01/korea-madness.html' title='korea madness.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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-29152259.post-2210290873011205941</id><published>2007-01-28T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:22:45.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I ruined my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. How I just hate Blogger. I hate it to the core. DUMBASS! I hate it. Why did it turn out this way?! Why does blog want to have some stupid customise your template thing that inspired me to change the whole format so that I couldn't have my own skins anymore. I hate the new blogger. I should have stuck with the old one. It's the dumbest thing ever. STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took me so long to recreate a new blog of the same address. And now I have to import some old posts over too =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye to my 121 old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to change out of blogger soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29152259-2210290873011205941?l=cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2210290873011205941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29152259&amp;postID=2210290873011205941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2210290873011205941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29152259/posts/default/2210290873011205941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinamonzdiary.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-believe-i-ruined-my-blog.html' title='Heartbreak.'/><author><name>june. jingjie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104004748577801905</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>
