<?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-5873463604688573696</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:25:54.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iKasandranika</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>652</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8164605606451635004</id><published>2012-01-28T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:09:58.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the last one</title><content type='html'>Ok so it's exactly 11:11pm, and I have to make this quick because I have training at 9 in the morning tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the day, not birthday, not an examination, not relatives coming over to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;officially&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; day I get to train with my seniors (especially those in main 12) and it's the saddest thing I can right imagine right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok for this batch, I admit I wasn't really close with them until we went for VAS matches last November-December 2011. We have trained together before, like in a single court, but I don't really interact with them because.... well I don't know, I just don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably because as a setter, you WILL communicate with every single one of the players because they'll eventually rotate to the front court and you would have to ask them which type of ball they would want me to provide them for attack, etc. But that doesn't mean only the setter communicates with the rest of the 5 players, everyone does, but not as much as the setter I guess. Ok so, I barely spoke to Chaoxin last time, because she always gave that serious &lt;i&gt;lian&lt;/i&gt; and she barely gives a :) UNLESS something really lame happens, when Xintien does something real ugly in the court or I give her an ugly face while our coach speaks. I bet our juniors think that she's a monster too, but once you get along with her she's actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;JOKER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; a genuinely nice girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUT OF POINT AGAIN WTK?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHMMMMM SOO being the setter of the team I got to interact more with the seniors, especially Eden, Siewming, Qiuheng, Huili and Chaoxin. I can even joke with them now, I never dared to joke with them because I ain't a joker yknow, and imagine yourself being a senior, a junior of yours from your CCA makes a lame joke and you're just like -.- (that's Asian face not ''=.=) *cricket* and you'll find this junior weird, I DO NOT WANT TO BE THAT kind of weird-junior that the seniors do not want to talk to. I WANNA TALK TO EVERYONE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going miss Eden's sweaty palms while we do our handshake we exchange after every ball drops, Qiuheng's scream before she gets to the ball, Huili's ability to spike even if I accidentally give her a disgusting ball and her encouraging attitude, inside jokes with Siewming while we wait to exchange positions while Chaoxin serves (EMOTIONAL) and the latter girl's encouragement all the time and her killer service + attack and our coordination to do a quick attack.... I seriously do not know what to do when this batch graduates :'( I still have my own Secondary 3 team I love them as much too, but they're leaving soon and I have this 'special' relationship with this batch of seniors. I don't know whether all the Secondary 3 teams feels the same way I do when their Secondary 4 or 5 seniors graduate. It's just pure sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all shared crappy and unpleasant times as a &lt;b&gt;team&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;b&gt;team&lt;/b&gt; that's working together towards the same goal, a &lt;b&gt;team&lt;/b&gt; that really encourages you when demoralizing comments are being thrown at you for a mistake you did and lastly, a &lt;b&gt;team&lt;/b&gt; that share the happiest moments in the court, which is no doubt, unforgettable, irreplaceable and priceless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This batch made me look forward for training all the time since the VAS competition. Last time, my mood drops like 812308392091328012938m down below when there's training the next day, not because I don't want to train with my own team, I DO, but it's like my own s3 team + Siewming's batch = +100000 :D mood for training. There's just &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; about them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly will miss 'em, next year my batch is gonna be the eldest. Oh farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna say a huge and sincere &lt;b&gt;T H A N K Y O U&lt;/b&gt;, for the encouragement you all gave me and the rest of us, especially when I had a sudden change of position and it's not easy to adopt to it. I will never ever forget about that training when I really wanted to, literally just &lt;b&gt;DIE&lt;/b&gt; because of the amount of nasty comments thrown at me because of my utterly poor performance as a setter, but the people in my court were all very supportive and they believed in me that I'm not as bad as shit :') no one knows how much I was R E A L L Y encouraged and my fighting spirit was lifted up by a &lt;b&gt;BOMB&lt;/b&gt; after that training. And like what I said, it's really thoughtful and sweet of people to believe in what you're capable of, and you're not as bad as what you think you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the rest too, Belinda (she's a l w a y s smiling and she can really brighten up your day with her ear-to-ear smile. She's really encouraging), Peiting, Freda, Zixin, Jenny (WHO ALWAYS DISTURBS ME HAHAHA), Hannah and Celine for being such great teammates in the court :) I hope I didn't miss anyone though, I'm like Ms Poh now, I'm half asleep. It's already 12:01am. And who said it's gonna be a 'quick' one eh...... HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for this year's farewell party. I love WRSS VB '12 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8164605606451635004?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8164605606451635004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8164605606451635004' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8164605606451635004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8164605606451635004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-last-one.html' title='It&apos;s the last one'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8900134777482658553</id><published>2012-01-26T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:39:52.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized</title><content type='html'>It's 10:19pm right now and I know I'm supposed to be sleeping but I just wanna share this with the anonymous people behind those computer screens or iPhone or iPad... It's all the same as long as you're reading is now HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday, which was a Wednesday, around evening like 7pm, my left arm (from elbow to finger tips) was starting to ache. I have NO idea why my arm was acting so weird, but after like 9pm, it magically went away. AND SO I went to bed at 10:30pm. My left arm, wasn't cramping (is that the right word to use?!) or anything weird. I fell asleep shortly because I was kinda tired too. BUT THEN AROUND 11:15pm, I was rudely awaken by this sharp pain on my left arm. The pain is exactly like my usual leg cramps if I sit crossed legged after training. It's like after running 10km and you suddenly sat down with your legs crossed on the floor (like how we sit in the hall during assembly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why such thing happened to my arm, I think my body was acting all weird yesterday. But anyway back to the point. It was a sharp, excruciating pain. It was like a needle poked into my veins by a non-trained nurse in the hospital. Being half asleep, I tried to massage my arm and tried to find where the painful part was. The weird thing was, there was this particular vein from my elbow to my ring finger. That whole stretch was painful like alcohol applied to an open wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so torturous that I was widely awake already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12 mid night, I somehow fell asleep but MY NIGHTMARE DOESN'T END HERE..... My dream. Yes my dream makes this painful experience unforgettable. Almost all my close friends knows I ALWAYS tell them about my dreams. Ok not always la but I tell them about my dreams more than an average person does. I dream every single night and I remember at least one or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo I'm not gonna describe from the very first 'scene' until the end. Just like the main point. I don't know about the rest of you, but for me, whatever's happening around me while I sleep, HAS to link with my dreams. Like maybe someone switched the lights on, then my dream maybe, someone flashed a light straight into my eyes. Someone's being noisy, my dream -&gt; people screaming. This case, my left arm was experiencing an excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm in my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside this house, just playing with some other friends. My arm was frigging painful. When I took a look at it.......... Multiple warts were growing. Ok not growing, it was already there. Warts like big ones, if you all know who the 'tree man' is (there's only 2 of them in this world), if you know his skin condition, yes, my left arm was looking like that. If you all are lazy to research, the warts are like, the texture + details of a tree bark. Like those normal trees. It was ABSOLUTELY disgusting. I yelled for my mom, and I dunno why she ignored me. So I cried because imagine those things on your skin...... But then you know dreams, like you dream, suddenly the dream cut then another dream? Yeah mine was like that. After my mom ignored me, next dream. This time, the 'warts' were like gone, only like 2 or 3 left. The browness was still there, scars left. But then, I was looking at it again, as I breathed in, the 'wart' would go into my skin, I breathe out, it would show up again. AND MY DREAM ENDS HERE. SUSPENSE MUCH?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggggggggggg then today morning, I kept checking my left arm because I'm afraid I really will have :( I told my team about it and they were all disgusted too I guess........ At random times I would touch my left arm and take a look at it too, but actually my skin was still normal. I think I'm kind of, traumatized. Oh my :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to sleep. GOD GUIDE MEEE DON'T WANT NIGHTMARES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8900134777482658553?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8900134777482658553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8900134777482658553' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8900134777482658553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8900134777482658553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2012/01/traumatized.html' title='Traumatized'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-387396105921414129</id><published>2012-01-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:42:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my life begins</title><content type='html'>Today is the 15th year living on this planet, I am still alive, living, breathing, I get to smile everyday &lt;s&gt;even though I have problems, I go to school with a smile on my face lol jk wtf that was so disgusting KIDDING ONLY K&lt;/s&gt; and just having extreme fun and treasuring every friend or even acquaintance I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I talk about today, I shall talk about yesterday (17th), which was rather, an unexpected ~surprise~ (well duh a surprise is supposed to be unexpected LOL). I totally had NO IDEA why and how my team came about this idea, but they decided to  apparently, ignore me the whole day and their mission was to make me cry/mad. In the morning it was still ok, everyone was talking to me still but during recess, they were speaking more of Chinese and they didn't involve me in most of the conversations. By that time, I didn't feel any strange things yet because at times they DO speak Chinese but I can understand a little bit and I wasn't really focusing on them because I was eating. All of a sudden, Vanna started whispering something to Meilian, Meilian whispered to the person beside her and it goes on until Nadine, of course if you're in front of your friends and they start whispering but they REFUSE to tell you, you'll feel annoyed the crap out of you right?!?! But I didn't reeeeaallllyyyyy get mad as like how Vanna gets angry at the times, I said in a joking way, 'I ANGRY AH!' and then I walk away to put my plate but I still went back to the table, annoyed a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went back up to the class, I walked with Angel and tried to force her what they were talking about. She said she was forbidden to say, but she gave me a hint. She said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"later during training you kena pumping by Mr Chin in front of us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE WHAT?!?!???!? OF COURSE if you punished in front your team because of an unidentified reason, you'll be puzzled. I tried convincing her to tell me but she kept giggling and keeping me in suspense until the 4th floor. So I went back to class, still with a question mark in my head. Then this Ahlian came running towards my place and told me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kas don't be mad ok! Just now we were just playing. We were saying that there was a grain of rice on the edge of your mouth. Don't angry ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO FOR YOU IT'S ALREADY SUSPICIOUS BECAUSE GETTING 2 DIFFERENT ANSWERS IS WEIRD BUT ME BEING AN IDIOT I wasn't suspicious for getting two answers but I just questioned her, saying that Angal told me a different answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after school I stayed in class to help with the notice board a while before I go for training because I haven't been contributing. Meilian, Nadine and Try left without telling me and I was like.... Uhhhhm ok :(. Around 2:45pm I went down to the hall to report for training. No one was there yet since the reporting time was 3pm. So I geared up first. Alicia and Chan came walking in. I was gearing up and suddenly Alicia asked me why wasn't I talking to Chan neither was she talking to me. I responded, 'huh? No la got nothing to say what!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was still oblivious on what was happening. Just getting weird questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was already in the hall, gearing up. Yet no one was talking to me. So I decided to put my bottle at where we usually put our bottles at. (Side of the hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THE BLUE WHILE ON MY WAY TO THE PLACE WHERE I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanna yelled, 'ANIKA!!!!!!' and I immediately stopped on the spot and turned around to look at where my team was. They were lined up in a horizontal direction. Vanna told me to go 5 steps closer to them but apparently my legs were too short so I was still far so I walked closer to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY STARTED SINGING A BIRTHDAY SONG FOR ME ALONG WITH THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE TEAM :'D :'D :'D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face just couldn't be erased, I was smiling from ear to ear. I was absolutely SPEECHLESS and started jumping on the spot because of my excitement. And I hugged them one by one. Chan presented me a drawn birthday cake with 11 birthday cards from the team. Vanna asked me whether was I annoyed while they ignored me, and I said YES! and they did a cheer saying, 'Mission.... ACE!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team is the cutest thang on earth &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after my training I went back home and while I was reading the cards my team made for me, Chloe approached me with a gigantic box, she said it was her gift for me. At first I didn't believe it because I didn't even expect her to get anything for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I opened it and THERE WERE 3 FREAKIN' POST-IT NOTES INSIDE WITH 2 TOPS THAT I LOVEEEE &amp;lt;333333333 I WAS BEYOND H A P P Y THAT I JUST GAVE HER A TIGHT HUG AND STARTED STOMPING MY FEET OF HAPPINESS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 11. 12 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I told myself if anyone gives me Post it notes for my birthday, I'D BE M A D HAPPY AND CHLOE DID!!!!!!!! Heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg glad to have a sister as sweet as her :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I got REAL greetings from people and not just people greeting me via Facebook just because the system says so. Greetings you receive personally is much more sincere than getting 100++ greetings in Facebook. At least Twitter doesn't have an application saying it's SOMEONE'S birthday tomorrow or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profuse apologies if I missed out your name, but if I do, I thank you right now and I appreciate your effort :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in order for the first 20 only, from 17th - 18th Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my whole team namely CHAN (who got me a SUPER long letter which I absolutely will treasure, and shower gel from The Body Shop &amp;lt;3 (motivation to shower earlier YES) + shorts from XP!), Meilian, Nadine, Try, Alicia, Jen, Angel and Zhao for the 'torturous' surprise :P, Chloe, Kevin (who was singing the Happy Birthday song by himself in English language and Malay language while going up to class after assembly LOL), ShiJie, Huixin, Harry, my mom, Albert(who got me a birthday card :D), my dad, Jamie (Anthony's sister), Jamie (3-1, that greeted me twice HAHA), Anthony, Akbar, Amirul (SAME BIRTHDAY!!!!!), Chua, Ming Jay, Alfred, Rey, Jiajie, Haowen, Kianshen(who greeted me through the phone while I was in popular choosing things... -.-), Siewming(who greeted me by our telepathy), Ms Gan, Louice, Eden, Jiawei, Kogina, Geraldine (primary school friend that I lost my contact with BUT SHE STILL REMEMBERED!!!!! *touched*), Serena, Jiaen, Ting en, Sharon, Joey, Putri, Marianney, I think Ain, Denise, Chaoxin, Belinda, Huili, Kaiern, Hong Huat, Chow, Jiahui and all my relatives, for your greetings and remembering, you all are nice people. Everyone is, but it's just nice when people remember that you actually exists :) I truly appreciate it much &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong feeling I forgot some though... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ended great but had homework to do. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &amp;nbsp;T H A N K Y O U ALL!!!!!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-387396105921414129?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/387396105921414129/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=387396105921414129' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/387396105921414129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/387396105921414129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-my-life-begins.html' title='Today my life begins'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-7840927844450580454</id><published>2012-01-08T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:00:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not posting because I really have no time (yeah 'cos of procrastination!) I have a lot of things to talk about, but NO TIMEEEEEE ANYWAY JUST WANTED TO POST THESE;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGlL2-gz9aU/TwkiDnfLHtI/AAAAAAAAChg/_sUyWah-BzM/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.01+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGlL2-gz9aU/TwkiDnfLHtI/AAAAAAAAChg/_sUyWah-BzM/s640/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.01+%25232.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;before Kianshen came!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2Ih0Jxb5to/TwkiEUjiYhI/AAAAAAAAChk/Cxfvno6S_Qg/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.01+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2Ih0Jxb5to/TwkiEUjiYhI/AAAAAAAAChk/Cxfvno6S_Qg/s640/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.01+%25233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was really coincidental for Minghwee and Bird to do that, they didn't plan it and they were just laughing like mad when they saw the outcome HAHA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duv4r55aBuk/TwkiOIulUsI/AAAAAAAACh8/1gS8umLuStQ/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duv4r55aBuk/TwkiOIulUsI/AAAAAAAACh8/1gS8umLuStQ/s640/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.03.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VXPQMaoKls/TwkiOow9IlI/AAAAAAAACiI/6HQXUdSX6zE/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VXPQMaoKls/TwkiOow9IlI/AAAAAAAACiI/6HQXUdSX6zE/s640/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.04.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my gosh hahahahahahahhahahahah CHAN YOU LOOK LIKE STEVEN LIM! And Minghwee and I don't look like a human being man HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were taken during the New Years Eve at home HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-7840927844450580454?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7840927844450580454/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=7840927844450580454' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7840927844450580454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7840927844450580454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGlL2-gz9aU/TwkiDnfLHtI/AAAAAAAAChg/_sUyWah-BzM/s72-c/Photo+on+2012-01-01+at+00.01+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5044032373518413258</id><published>2011-12-21T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:49:23.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In another life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPcl6tKZSM/TvH_u2AftUI/AAAAAAAACcE/zN3qrPOZOLI/s1600/Me+and+kuya%2521" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPcl6tKZSM/TvH_u2AftUI/AAAAAAAACcE/zN3qrPOZOLI/s640/Me+and+kuya%2521" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks so real. The man doesn't want the woman but the woman WANTS the man. Those heart effects are so cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5044032373518413258?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5044032373518413258/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5044032373518413258' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5044032373518413258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5044032373518413258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-another-life.html' title='In another life'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPcl6tKZSM/TvH_u2AftUI/AAAAAAAACcE/zN3qrPOZOLI/s72-c/Me+and+kuya%2521' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6581523509801085595</id><published>2011-12-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:12:49.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, Santa and sincere apologies.</title><content type='html'>Those three words doesn't exactly have a link, except for the first and the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last entry was published on the 7th December (&lt;i&gt;pathe&lt;/i&gt; to the power of &lt;i&gt;tic&lt;/i&gt; man)...... WELL I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About to elaborate on my title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress &amp;amp; sincere apologies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for not updating for more than one week, actually it's exactly 2 weeks. I've been really busy with volleyball (one week = 6 days of volleyball. But it was awesome though! I felt productive, somehow. Rather than I stay at home forcing myself to continue my homework), Blue Ops (the group name of my group for the organizing of the Sec 1 orientation next year (sigh...)) meetings and reminding myself to CONTINUE (yes that's the right words my friends don't say you 'need to start on your homework' when you already did some) my homework because all I've been doing on my free days was to procrastinate, procrastinate and &lt;b&gt;p r o c r a s t i n a t e&lt;/b&gt;. And by the end of the day, there's no other words in my head but regret and guilt. GOD why do I keep procrastinating. My life would be SO much better if I wasn't a world-class procrastinator. Yes, world-class HAD to be used because that's how severe my case of procrastinating is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already forgot about the quote I'm supposed to motivate myself with when I'm not being productive. &lt;b&gt;"It's all about discipline" &lt;/b&gt;I got it from my volleyball senior, Max. (HI MAX! Doubt that you're reading hahaha) he said that when I wanted to quit volleyball in 2010 :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had games against Dunman High, Cedar Girls (f u c k i&amp;nbsp; n g rich. I'll elab later!), Anderson Secondary, Unity Secondary and yesterday we played against St Hildas (again... LOL we played against them so many times that I remember the setters' and the captain's face already. HAHA) and one set of Yuhua Secondary (this one no need to comment la, I know their faces AND names already. Bffs :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all super rich schools, okkkk it doesn't apply for all but I'll list the school from the richest -&amp;gt; rich IN MY OPINION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;CEDAR GIRLS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St Hildas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dunman High&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anderson Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unity Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We played against these schools along with Yuhua Secondary on different days. I'll start with the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cedar girls (Wednesday 14th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Girls is at Potong Pasir.&amp;nbsp; It was a morning game, and you can imagine how early we need to get up this day..... well actually ALL were morning games. Be at Woodlands MRT station by 7:15-7:30am and we still need to travel. AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Circle Line HAD to break down. There were seriously a LOT of people and so dang crowded -.- the funny thing was, almost everyone was heading to work and wearing elegant clothes, and suddenly there's this awkward bunch of girls in Christmas colours (red top green bottom) moving everywhere. LOL. So we decided to take the longer way. It was a looooooooong ride and we were late. Siewming, Xintien and I were always together. We love each other so much that we called ourselves Mao Direction (inside joke. Which included Eden hehehehe) :D OR a 'mini W2f3 outing' since the 3 of us were all from W2F8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along BEAUTIFUL houses (like American houses near SAS), for 5 minutes (and it was hot D:) and entered the school. The front was so dang grand. It was like The White House in the United States with all the gigantic pillars and all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went up their Sports hall. It was preeeeeeeeeeeetty small but the floor was awesome, but if you slide/dive YOU DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're one of the Nationals top, to be specific, #1. I have no idea how tiring their training is... I've always thought of that when I see a good school play, 'their training must have been hell..' and imagining all the tired faces. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience! I went lunch with Mao Direction and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;St Hildas (yesterday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first set, we were playing so damn badly. But for the last 2 we managed to fight back. We could have done better though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their floor was soooooooo weird. It's not slippery, it had a lot of friction which was awesome BUT that only applies when you run properly.. once you use the side of your shoe, you done. You'll slip and possibly sprain your ankle. Chan almost sprained hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 3 matches, Chin told us to do these things outside the sports hall while Yuhua played against Hildas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 push ups&lt;br /&gt;100 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;100 jumping jacks (count of 4)&lt;br /&gt;10 tuck in jumps&lt;br /&gt;10s of full speed running on the spot&lt;br /&gt;100 of that staircase thing. I don't know what it's called :O but it was tiring&lt;br /&gt;100 calf raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all had to do 2 sets. Oh the joy in our faces while doing those :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU MEAN THE TIRED-SHIT FACES! But it was worth the pain, we seriously need more abdominal exercises. Even though the process is so dang painful, THE OUTCOME IS GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dunman High (Monday 12th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk quite a lot too. We walked over the Kallang Basin, WHERE I KAYAKED DURING THE TLC CAMP!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D OHH THE memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hall was..... kinda weird. BUT COOL. I enjoyed the games and I realised a bad habit every time I set the ball. Ms Toh pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set, my left leg will come out (not so over la!) and the right leg hops. No wonder my right leg every time C R A M P. I told Ahlian to observe my legs whenever I do setting with her. BAD HABIT. Darn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Chin telling Vanna when she was not in the best mood, 'if you give me this attitude, you sit down and talk to the grass' and Vanna MIRACULOUSLY SMILED. Because it was obviously HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Ms Toh, Chan and I went to eat at Burger King. I was sooo hungry. Chan and I got free ride to CCK (from Kallang) with Ms Toh. (THANK YOU SO MUCH I was feeling like crap) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan and I, were being such dorks, we went up to the LRT instead of the MRT -.- no wonder it was so weird and old. Chan still can say, 'they seriously need an upgrade man' when we were going up the stairs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anderson and Unity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost on the way to Anderson and Chan and I were both sick so we were feeling like damp CRAP. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day she was probably the most unluckiest person in the team because she forgot to bring her wallet, she was sick and she lost her ez link card. Well somehow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game against Anderson wasn't bad though. It sucks to be sick. Chan and I went back by bus, one hour bus ride and we got to sleep. The bus driver thinks she's an F1 driver sia....................... hahahaha :P vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvroooooooooooooooooommmmmmmm! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity had a freakin' swing! Wtf! I was so jealous. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm pretty lazy to elaborate that's why they were getting shorter and shorter. Hahaha. For all the games, my setting was H O R R I B L E. I need to buck up -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, many things happened, two of them was the arrival of my loved ones! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggoHfCZv0G0/TvHl6z3epZI/AAAAAAAACb8/fayapIIP2_c/s1600/Photo+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggoHfCZv0G0/TvHl6z3epZI/AAAAAAAACb8/fayapIIP2_c/s640/Photo+165.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;More at picturesworthkeeping.blogspot.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's arrival too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sucks that I have so much things to do that I can't go out with my dad -.-&amp;nbsp; what the moose. SERIOUSLY. I'm going out tomorrow with my Dad I DO NOT care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's meeting with Blue Ops was.... ok. Damn tiring even though I did almost nothing. Warid and Jordon were being such jokers, especially when Warid was on the floor and Jordon tried picking him up. I laughed so hard :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I don't know why suddenly I'm so awkward with you eh. What the moose is happening to the world! I doubt you're reading this though. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE LAST POINT- &lt;b&gt;SANTA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is less than 5 days away and my family haven't went out. And again, WHAT THE MOOSE IS THIS. I love Christmas..... and the joy :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really upset that I can't go back to Philippines this year. I'm so jealous of a good Christmas..... Last year was my best Christmas vacation yet. All the good stuffs. And the joy. And the dancing. Good music. Good food. Good people. Good locations. Great memories.... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y AM I SO EMO LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm looking forward to tomorrow's training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6581523509801085595?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6581523509801085595/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6581523509801085595' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6581523509801085595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6581523509801085595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/12/stress-santa-and-sincere-apologies.html' title='Stress, Santa and sincere apologies.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggoHfCZv0G0/TvHl6z3epZI/AAAAAAAACb8/fayapIIP2_c/s72-c/Photo+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6049968822768065591</id><published>2011-12-07T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:56:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Bucks</title><content type='html'>Guess who already got Million Bucks into her iPod and has been on repeat for more than an hour already?!?! 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And Dee Kosh, out of curiosity, asked them why do they hate him soooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think I'm somehow like Dee Kosh, in a way that when someone ~quarrels~/find trouble with me, I prefer settling it the NON-VIOLENT way, without all those inappropriate and unnecessary vulgarities, just talking patiently and straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know it's difficult staying cool/patient in an argument. I find it difficult too, but think of it this way, in what way is staying impatient and cursing making the situation better? I know you feel ~good/better/cooler~ when you curse, it's like letting out a HUGE burp after a good meal, but that's just causing the other party to feel more vexed and mad and angry and they send you one long reply of curses as well, and you, at the same situation, feel like going up to the person and giving him/her a great punch in the face too, which eventually leads to violence. BUT main point: is cursing and impatience making the situation ANY better? Probably you may feel like a big boss cursing like a gangster and you feel like you already owned them, but is IT solving the problem? NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The best way to solve an argument is to go on court and hire a lawyer and witnesses or report to the police station... LOL KIDDING ABOUT THE OBVIOUSLY JOKE PART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;ANYWAY. The best way, in my opinion is just:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1) to get straight to the point and don't start with a, 'you good ah.... Blah blah blah'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you were the receiver of this, there's a HIGH chance you'll ask what on MACARONS they're talking about, right? But if you're those stubborn kind, who refuses to tell the person what he did, it will eventually lead to an unnecessary argument, which wasn't supposed to happen because all you wanted to do is just to confront the person and ask why she/he did something you don't like right? But it ended up being an argument. Wanna know why? Because you didn't get straight to the point. So it's partly your fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You HAVE to let the other party know the reason why you're confronting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2) stay COOL, PATIENT and CALM even though the other party is saying crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I already talked about staying calm on the 3rd paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And to add to it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Staying patient and saying things that actually MAKE sense is wayyyyy more MATURED and people would listen to what you're saying, rather than cussing all the way and not knowing what you're saying. If you're serious, people would take you serious as well. Make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3) don't be a joker by outsmarting the other person by cursing all the way/in every reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4) understand the situation the person's in and try to be in the person's shoes, so that you'll be able to understand the person and find a solution to the problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5) don't do any physical action when you're mad, because like I've been saying, feelings fade. You can't stay THAT mad at one person for soooooooo long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I mean you may hate that person forever, but not as mad at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So yeap those are MY ways of solving an argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;OH and, when Dee Kosh DID reply that tweet, apart from being, of course, so mad excited and stoked, he thanked me for that and told him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;'Remember, that only YOU know what you love to do and others doesn't know a single crap because they're not you... No biggie, 10k of your fans are here for you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I felt like an old woman talking to young teenagers..... -.- hahaha anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For those being brought down by some random people's opinions/haters, in this case, remember no ONE knows and have NO idea what you love to do/how much you love what you do even if you do some high class comparison because they. are. not. freakin'. you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Like for example, just now during my training, Chin (my new volleyball c..oach) split us into 3 groups, and we were playing to be selected for the main 12 for North Zone this January. And for the first few balls, my setting wasn't 'on form' (like how he gives excuses when he does a fail demo in front of all of us). The other group served, got the first ball up and I didn't know Siewming (currently at position 4) was playing subset so I set for her to spike, but when I set the ball up, she walked towards the subset area and the ball dropped. And Chin, shouted, 'KAS,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;S T U P I D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;setter' across the court in front of everyone... I wasn't really mad, but more of, HURT, y'know? I mean people have called me, 'stupid Kas!' before but it was in a joking-tone and I'm being called 'stupid' when my friends and I are playing. But everyone else was serious that moment... I've been training as a setter for only like.... 3? 4 months? And Chin's OWN Yuhua team's setter, Sabrina, has been a setter since Sec 1, I assume. He can't possibly compare me to someone who has trained wayyyy longer than me -.- it's like comparing a p3's volleyball skills to a national player. MAKE SENSE? Ok I'm obviously giving excuses for my lousy setting skills. But this is what I really feel now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;OK SO it hurt me by a BOMB, that my performance dropped because of that one, short remark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Until my teammates in that group, especially Siewming, Huili, Eden, Chaoxin were all telling me, 'Kas, you're clever, you're a smart setter!' despite whatever crap Chin shouted that moment. It really helped. Now THOSE are the real teammates you want in the court &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Stick to what YOU believe in, stick to what YOU love to do. Don't get affected by other's opinions and change to please them. I mean, if you're a really screwed up person and ALMOST everyone's asking you to change for the BETTER, you probably should. But if it's like my case, or Dee Kosh's case, we're both being affected by other's opinions, we shouldn't be affected by their opinion because that's THEIR point of view. I tell ya', it's impossible to please every single one in this earth so you know what you gotta do? Do what you love to do (make sure it's GOOD stuffs), stick to what you believe in even though that's the world's most hatred decision, do things that make you happy, and that what matters most :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and this doesn't apply for Steven Lim though. He has to stop those videos :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Stick to what you love to do. Stick to what you believe in. If you're happy, there should be no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and hey, I'm saving my first kiss for marriage because I want my husband to feel special, I'm gonna make him feel special. I believe in purity. He'd treasure it more because it's pure :) I'm sure you'd &amp;nbsp;feel special if your future partner hasn't kissed a single person before right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Comparison:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I would treasure brand NEW phone more than a passed down, old phone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Get the link? ^.^ No offence though. Peace everyone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Am I happy? Yes. So is there any problem? No :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;TTFN :)&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/5873463604688573696-6609532544020428026?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6609532544020428026/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6609532544020428026' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6609532544020428026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6609532544020428026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-about-y-o-u-and-not-t-h-e-m.html' title='It&apos;s about Y O U and not T H E M'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jDEQh2FTkHQ/Tt4F05-K2PI/AAAAAAAACX8/9vKwm2cX_io/s72-c/blogger-image--2128192886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8216998009629594344</id><published>2011-12-04T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:52:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grandmother story.... literally.</title><content type='html'>Million Bucks by Cimorelli &amp;lt;3 can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcMs1-Sy5B8/TtuGpD-B-4I/AAAAAAAACQU/wRrBYDzbR3I/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcMs1-Sy5B8/TtuGpD-B-4I/AAAAAAAACQU/wRrBYDzbR3I/s640/IMG_0215.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lolo = grandfather, Lola = grandmother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 8th. I can NOT &amp;nbsp;wait. I pasted it here because almost everyone in my family uses the desktop, they'll eventually see this, and when they feel like adding ideas, they can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm so DANG excited for their arrival because they're not your typical grandparents who just sits down by the balcony and look out, they actually PLAY with my siblings and I (ages 16 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOI BOI AREN &amp;lt;3) 14 (15 in probably a month and a few days) and 11) but most of the time my grandmother plays with ME and I play with her. Actually more of MAKE FUN of. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, wayyy back in 2008, only my lola came to visit us here. She was asleep on the sofa so cutely, it was kinda late like 11pm. Chloe and I were watching TV. During the commercial, I placed a tissue on my lola's face. Like those on the center table, the square one. AND SO when she exhales through her mouth, the tissue floats. L O L. We got it on tape but it was on Chloe's old phone. But then it was passed down to my cousins in the Philippines D: there were a lot more non sense that night like I interviewed her while she was asleep, applied powder on my fingers and whole palm, tickled her nose and she powdered herself because she touched her face with the powdered hand, applying lipstick etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one in 2009, I was 'studying' for PSLE at the dining table. I took something from the bedroom, came out and my lola wasn't at the living room watching TV. Before I left for the bedroom &amp;nbsp;she was right there. So I thought she went to the toilet or somethin'. After 10 minutes, I heard a giggle, walked to the kitchen, and she was hiding behind the counters....... -_______________-""" GOTTA LOVE OLD PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Albert's 16th birthday and he had THEE best cake in the HISTOREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJNjVfwABKc/TtuMe3sRyxI/AAAAAAAACQc/rJrFQcK4tvY/s1600/IMG_9804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJNjVfwABKc/TtuMe3sRyxI/AAAAAAAACQc/rJrFQcK4tvY/s640/IMG_9804.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVER SEEN A CAKE LIKE THIS? GUESS NOT :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know you're like damn bored with cakes that you always see those boring ones, choco cake, then the face kena icing etc. BUT THIS IS DADOMBDOTCOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sy_eZWgQ04/TtuNJi4PE5I/AAAAAAAACQs/1S4gz0EL4vQ/s1600/IMG_9829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sy_eZWgQ04/TtuNJi4PE5I/AAAAAAAACQs/1S4gz0EL4vQ/s640/IMG_9829.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Minghwee and Siewming from W2F8 came... :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at the guy's height.... except for Albert. LOL. Tall asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7pqfF24Brk/TtuNh2j14AI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Q3cUqSW5Zz0/s1600/IMG_9831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7pqfF24Brk/TtuNh2j14AI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Q3cUqSW5Zz0/s640/IMG_9831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at ma' face ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcFKfYcs0S8/TtuPBh0OKUI/AAAAAAAACRM/7zYYtLcBgP4/s1600/IMG_9830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcFKfYcs0S8/TtuPBh0OKUI/AAAAAAAACRM/7zYYtLcBgP4/s640/IMG_9830.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEiFDnxkaNQ/TtuOR458roI/AAAAAAAACQ8/X1E01RQtJFg/s1600/IMG_9825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEiFDnxkaNQ/TtuOR458roI/AAAAAAAACQ8/X1E01RQtJFg/s640/IMG_9825.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lfGRfO_mOA/TtuQlxfWq-I/AAAAAAAACRU/Xy9SHS2qFbY/s1600/IMG_9815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lfGRfO_mOA/TtuQlxfWq-I/AAAAAAAACRU/Xy9SHS2qFbY/s640/IMG_9815.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Albert and his DOPE hair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok sooooooooo those were just one of the few.... lazy to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meeting tomorrow with my fellow leaders. I'm REALLY lazy and not looking forward... for some reason. Alright, PEACE OUT MA' HOMIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8216998009629594344?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8216998009629594344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8216998009629594344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8216998009629594344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8216998009629594344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/12/grandmother-story-literally.html' title='A grandmother story.... literally.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcMs1-Sy5B8/TtuGpD-B-4I/AAAAAAAACQU/wRrBYDzbR3I/s72-c/IMG_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4531464481216720215</id><published>2011-12-02T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:48:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SucrpDpLx1I" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@1:49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to this because it sounds so frickin' AWESOME. I even have it on my iPod :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PROFUSE apologies for not posting for DAYZ. My last blog entry was more a week ago, and it was in the midst of my SUPER hectic week, not full of studying but volleyball. But I guess that's better than a week packed with SCHOOL WORK, am I right?! Not for those students who LOVES to study though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, on my 22nd November entry, at the last part I mentioned I'll be having a week with 4 straight days of volleyball (Monday - Thursday), BUT IN THE END, it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;six straight friggin' days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ome of you are probably waiting for me to curse and cuss and say a lot of inappropriate words because you thought I hated it BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WANNA KNOW WHY?! BECAUSE I FREAKIN LOVED SIX STRAIGHT DAYS OF VOLLEYBALL even though I was DANG tired on the 6th day. This is what you call LOVE for your sport, loving it even though crap happens/happened. Too bad, I've been playing since I was like.... 8 or 9 years old. CAN'T STOP ME. Even though I'm not the best player out there, I play it with passion. At least it's better than a GREAT player, but just playing it for the sake of.... I dunno, CCA? Attendance? ATTENTION? In my opinion I think it's just plain stupid, because it's like being &lt;b&gt;in a relationship with a rich man/woman&lt;/b&gt; just &lt;b&gt;because&lt;/b&gt; you wanna live in &lt;b&gt;luxury&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; because you &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; him/her. MAKE SENSE? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok out of point again. LOL. It's not a wonder why my EL composition never gets a high score. OH WELL. ANYHOO. I'll tell ya' a lil bit about my 6 straight days of volleyball.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we had a game against Presbyterian team D, which I already posted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (23rd) we had a game against Presbyterian Team A, we didn't give it all that's why we lost. But I'm already happy with our top 16 position :) perhaps it was our first time in the VAS! Right after the game we supported our BFFS (like what Chin said), T.R.T team! (read 22nd Nov post) They played against Xinmin B'div and IT WAS A GREAT FIGHT. T.R.T lost, but it was a VERYYYYYYYYYYYY close game. They played 3 sets, and the score at last set was like, 15-13? Yeah but it was so dang awesome. I supported T.R.T all the way. I still can't get over how GREAT Sabrina is as a setter. She's so good that she represented SG for ASEAN games. Cool crap or what? I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO they lost, and I could see Sabrina's eyes all teary... aww :( BUT I TOLD THEM IT WAS A GOOD-DARN FIGHT. It really was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we had a training session at Yuhua sec with the Yuhua team AKA The Red Tigers. I had to wake up pretty early that day... but it was a fun training there despite the distance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had our OWN training at WRSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, it was supposed to be my rest day, but my junior invited me and some ex-Woodlands (WDP) to go over and play! Well duh who wouldn't want to go back to their own Primary school and play her favourite sport?! Chan (yes she was an ex Woodlander too) Try Ahlian Nadine Peijing Shijie and I all went back and it was so darn fun. Even though Coach D wasn't there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had training at WRSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo it was a tiring but FUN week. I think it was the longest straight-days of volleyball in my volleyball career/in my 5 years of volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmb5_Eje7ow/TtjNUfnPHtI/AAAAAAAACP8/lQsgHpbmf3A/s1600/Aj+rafael+asain+toue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmb5_Eje7ow/TtjNUfnPHtI/AAAAAAAACP8/lQsgHpbmf3A/s640/Aj+rafael+asain+toue.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OH MY FREAKIN' GOSH AJ FREESKIN' RAFAEL IS COMING TO SINGAPORE ON THE 16TH JAN (2 days before my birthday!) NEXT YEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I WANNA GO wait I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; to goooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AJ AJ AJ AJ AJ AJ. Even if I get the cheapest tickets, IT'S OK BECAUSE IF I WERE IN THE SAME ROOM AS HIM AND IF I CAN LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC LIVE I'D BE MAD HAPPY! But with meet and greet session would mean the world to me though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO I'm pretty tired now. Training tomorrow and we all have new knee pads. So dang excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been Skyping with Chan, and I happened to take snapshot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr9_mpeT-8c/Ttjj38nW3RI/AAAAAAAACQE/64GABwCFmpM/s1600/Picture+8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr9_mpeT-8c/Ttjj38nW3RI/AAAAAAAACQE/64GABwCFmpM/s640/Picture+8.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know there are some girls out there, when they 'camwhore' (I have no idea why they call it a camwhore...) they take the MOST random things around them and pose with it? WELL WE- like we always do- SPOOFED THEM and she had a red ball with her and I had a red CANDLE with me. Ain't that kute? :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbUTuKV5jWY/Ttjj6Kk106I/AAAAAAAACQM/SW8yTAZ61qg/s1600/Picture+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbUTuKV5jWY/Ttjj6Kk106I/AAAAAAAACQM/SW8yTAZ61qg/s640/Picture+14.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4531464481216720215?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4531464481216720215/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4531464481216720215' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4531464481216720215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4531464481216720215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/12/should-i-give-up-or-should-i-just-keep.html' title='Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SucrpDpLx1I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6392511042480017003</id><published>2011-11-23T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:07:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being precious and pure</title><content type='html'>I think we're TWINZZZZZZZZ. That is what I've been trying to explain to people. PARTYING PARTYIN YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9rN2_RjTMo/TszT9hX1VdI/AAAAAAAACP0/cxFOR5edfgc/s640/blogger-image--130930871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9rN2_RjTMo/TszT9hX1VdI/AAAAAAAACP0/cxFOR5edfgc/s640/blogger-image--130930871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6392511042480017003?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6392511042480017003/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6392511042480017003' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6392511042480017003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6392511042480017003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-precious-and-pure.html' title='Being precious and pure'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9rN2_RjTMo/TszT9hX1VdI/AAAAAAAACP0/cxFOR5edfgc/s72-c/blogger-image--130930871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1034701187346418645</id><published>2011-11-22T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:16:06.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball madness</title><content type='html'>AND SO today was another day of..... Unexpected results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played against Presbyterian High and we, surprisingly won. DANGGGGGGGGG ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, it REEEEAAALLLYYY was a frightening game, not in a way they spike the ball and WHACK your face. Every point they earn, makes your  determination to win, drop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know, Presby's volleyball is like GOD in the North area. If only Coach D was there she would have been happier than my senior's game against CCHY :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LET ME talk about the game a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presby took the first set, because of our own mistakes and not them whacking the ball down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second set was SUPER damn exciting. They (Presby) were leading, we were at 15 and they were at 24. (if they get one more point, the whole game is over and they win. But IF we were to catch up and get two points more than them, (a rule, in order to win a set, you need to be at 25 or leading by two points. Eg, 26-24) we win the set and we play another round of 15. Whoever wins, wins! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I actually gave up already, because one mistake and WE DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Freda went to serve. AND BOOM I dunno who spiked and earned a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to serve again and BOOM another point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to make mistakes until we caught up from 15-24 to 24-24. EVERYONE was scared because that one mistake can really just happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freda's service isn't fierce, it's just a slow ball, but its a 'silent killer' like what Eden said, because its so easy that the opponent makes their own mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SO I forgot who dropped the last ball and we FREAKING WON THE SET AND WE WERE JUMPING LIKE M A D COWS. Chan and Huili were on the bench and while Freda was serving, I caught a glimpse of Huili and Chan and they were so. damn. cute! Chan used her towel to cover her eyes and I dunno la! They were so excited. I think they were more excited than the 6 people playing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST GAME. First to win 15. First 3 points they took it again. We were at 6 and they were at 9. We caught up again until 9-11. They were stuck at 11 until we won AND WE WERE ALL JUST HUGGING EACH OTHER AND JUMPING AND SCREAMING AND EVERYTHINGGGG!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say out the strategy here, because god knows who's reading my blog......... LOL PARANOID MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The referee caught me for a double-touch twice, BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE, their setting are CLEARLY holding?!?!?!!?! Even a BLIND person can SEE that they're holding the ball. Every freaking ball they set, they hold the ball until their nose/chin level. CANNOT SEE AH. -.- BUT NEVER MIND we won. I'LL LET IT GO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the first three schools we played against, we won team D of Presby, lost to the two teams of Hildas. We won Presby team C today and so we're in the top 16. Our next game, this Thursday 8am at Hougang sports hall. Damn early right. Against Presby team A. JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I would like to THANK our supporters, sec 4 seniors AND Yuhua..... I mean THE RED TIGERS (T.R.T) FOR SUPPORTING US TOOOOO! &amp;lt;3 basically they're from Yuhua sec, Chin coaches them too, so at times they come over WRSS to spar with us. They come so many times until we like bffs. Gonna be awkward when we meet them next round LOL. They call themselves T.R.T because their school doesn't support them hence they have their own team ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's training at Yuhua Sec. Lakeside there you know. VERY FAR. I have to be there by 8:30am.... HOSEHBOOOO! Tingalinglinglinglinglinglingling Tingalinglingling HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so cool to join their training...... It's like the USA volleyball team joining Brazil for training. HAHA. And it's just all awkwardness when we compete each other. But T.R.T is better than us though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 straight days of volleyball again.... WHOA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok headache like mad. TILL NEXT TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1034701187346418645?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1034701187346418645/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1034701187346418645' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1034701187346418645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1034701187346418645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-so-today-is-another-day-of.html' title='Volleyball madness'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6909253904549323036</id><published>2011-11-20T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:38:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is cute... At times</title><content type='html'>The last two lines.......... &lt;3 oh and that's Christina from the Cimorelli band. She has a DECENT relationship and not THOSE kind who rushes everything...... Oooooooo awkkkkkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t0qJsA_1_oA/Tsj0zZ5hMeI/AAAAAAAACPs/jKlFF-mcO6k/s640/blogger-image-1991240782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t0qJsA_1_oA/Tsj0zZ5hMeI/AAAAAAAACPs/jKlFF-mcO6k/s640/blogger-image-1991240782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6909253904549323036?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6909253904549323036/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6909253904549323036' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6909253904549323036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6909253904549323036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-two-lines.html' title='Love is cute... At times'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t0qJsA_1_oA/Tsj0zZ5hMeI/AAAAAAAACPs/jKlFF-mcO6k/s72-c/blogger-image-1991240782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1969757195378440710</id><published>2011-11-20T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:31:56.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you is where I'd rather be</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dlMxxsr1bsI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video for Pantita, a W2F8 member. She will be leaving SG for Thailand.. forever :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7KcZF5p8EA/TsfioYeVq1I/AAAAAAAACO8/8vxbCRbedXI/s1600/www+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7KcZF5p8EA/TsfioYeVq1I/AAAAAAAACO8/8vxbCRbedXI/s640/www+006.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before we left for Astons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e54pk39TVhQ/TsflKNO-ZdI/AAAAAAAACPQ/7FmHzQF-0aM/s1600/338411_228886423843101_100001652351881_578843_310627493_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e54pk39TVhQ/TsflKNO-ZdI/AAAAAAAACPQ/7FmHzQF-0aM/s640/338411_228886423843101_100001652351881_578843_310627493_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our clique tee, love it so dang much *.* guess you all know what W2F8 means now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-RV1y14xrI/TsfnowPclgI/AAAAAAAACPc/KYCTpksTTjA/s1600/329819_228889807176096_100001652351881_578861_818044747_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-RV1y14xrI/TsfnowPclgI/AAAAAAAACPc/KYCTpksTTjA/s640/329819_228889807176096_100001652351881_578861_818044747_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Kianshen and Siewming left because they couldn't stay overnight.... our very LAST group photo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a safe flight, Pantita &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really REALLY lazy to blog SORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1969757195378440710?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1969757195378440710/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1969757195378440710' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1969757195378440710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1969757195378440710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-you-is-where-id-rather-be.html' title='With you is where I&apos;d rather be'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dlMxxsr1bsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4295442043599277716</id><published>2011-11-11T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:24:59.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I finished my day one for TLC camp post! It's just below the 'In the meantime...' post! Pretty darn long though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4295442043599277716?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4295442043599277716/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4295442043599277716' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4295442043599277716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4295442043599277716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5962709484387089604</id><published>2011-11-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:43:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE MEANTIME......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWExGLtkb8/TrffNy1AyhI/AAAAAAAACKE/YWMRCJN-QXk/s1600/325877_237634572962737_100001485893585_659787_1846312916_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWExGLtkb8/TrffNy1AyhI/AAAAAAAACKE/YWMRCJN-QXk/s640/325877_237634572962737_100001485893585_659787_1846312916_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1D80y64L54U/TrffPXH9V1I/AAAAAAAACKM/xaUdTOqX_TM/s1600/381059_2418425254026_1053212685_2711249_1650521837_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1D80y64L54U/TrffPXH9V1I/AAAAAAAACKM/xaUdTOqX_TM/s640/381059_2418425254026_1053212685_2711249_1650521837_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LsLkTVesog/TrffQiFyIJI/AAAAAAAACKU/tzdrWFUX7OY/s1600/381423_2418535936793_1053212685_2711456_250727001_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LsLkTVesog/TrffQiFyIJI/AAAAAAAACKU/tzdrWFUX7OY/s640/381423_2418535936793_1053212685_2711456_250727001_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY GROUP. TGIF &amp;lt;3 I couldn't choose which to post, so I posted all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I'M IN THE PROCESS OF POSTING ABOUT MY CAMP. IT'LL BE UP IN LESS THAN A WEEK. SORRY, THERE'S A LOT TO SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND MAXELL (omg so formal), IF YOU'RE READING THIS, JUST WAITTT A LITTLE MORE :D :D :D thank youuu! Oh and tell Lye I miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game tomorrow, GOOD LUCK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5962709484387089604?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5962709484387089604/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5962709484387089604' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5962709484387089604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5962709484387089604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-meantime.html' title='IN THE MEANTIME......'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWExGLtkb8/TrffNy1AyhI/AAAAAAAACKE/YWMRCJN-QXk/s72-c/325877_237634572962737_100001485893585_659787_1846312916_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3758390691076130630</id><published>2011-11-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:44:15.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best camp. EVER. (part 1)</title><content type='html'>If you follow me on Twitter, you'll know how much I love my 5-days 4-night camp. It's DEFINITELY better than any of the camps I've been, totally NO regrets on paying a bomb amount of money for this leadership camp. No one regrets spending their 5 days at Labrador campsite, if they do, well if you're reading, SLAP YOURSELF like how Honghuat slapped Ben (story behind it). I won't ever ever forget this camp like how I never and never will forget my birthday date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO allow me to introduce the people I spend my time with for those 5 days and explain how the camp worked so that you won't be lost when I say something like, 'Kouzners had the best cheer' or 'Lye has a habit of putting his hands under his armpit' I bet you don't even know who Lye is. SO HERE I GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Mr) &lt;b&gt;Lye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 'main' instructor of the whole camp, like the big boss/head. He's the founder of The Absorbent Mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maxell '&lt;b&gt;Max'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;my group's facil, the one with the big smile and contagious laughter :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 other facils, Belinda, Alvin and Yuanting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 teams with around 14 people with one facilitator (facil(s))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teams are: Kouzner, U.V, Empower Hawks and T.G.I.F (my group)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My group has 13 people, supposedly 14 but Alvina didn't attend. 6 girls; Chow (Xinyee), Adilah, Huixin (2-5), Ting En, Felicia (both 2-2) and I with 7 guys; Farihin (2-8), Ben(jamin) (2-1), Azim (2-6), Kai ern, Weizhi and Lecong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classroom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember our sec 2 camp? There were two sections of the canteen. One is nearer to the bunks and other one nearer to the washing area/basketball court. There were only like 50+ (shiok right. I ALSO KNOW) of us, so we used the canteen section nearer to the bunks, the one with the higher class of chairs (and not benches). The other half was used as a 'classroom', where serious learning took place, and Lye would talk about things I never thought of, but agreed with whole-heartedly. Standing white boards were used as a separator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panelling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4 facils, Lye, Ms Janay Lim, Ms Liza and 4 leaders from each team, gather in the classroom at night, while the rest have their free time like showering and going each other's bunks to talk. The 4 leaders seated on a bench, facing the 7 adults, and answering to the question, 'the greatness of your team'. You need to keep talking for 2 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Globe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the Labrador campsite, do you remember that drawing of the earth outside the bunks, like in front of the teacher's 'bunk'? yeah. The facils call that the globe, I don't know why. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all the terms we used. So I should start talking about the camp. This is gonna be a longggggggggggg entry :o Oh and, like the sec 2 June camp, I won't be talking about every single detail, if I do this entry will be 8 pages (hahahahaha CHOW! Ben and his 8 pages!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 1 (31st Octo(pus), MON):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try ~fetched~ me and we walked to school together. Obviously my shoulder was aching because I had a huge bag to fit all my things in it, except for sleeping bag. On the other hand, she looked so relaxed. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached school at like 6:50am, we had debrief and boarded the bus at around 8:15am? Chow, Nadine, Adilah, Try and I sat at the backseat being NOISY CHAO AUNTIES. Seriously, I think only the 5 of us were talking, when we stopped talking for 1s, the bus was SOOOOO quiet. LOL. Especially Chow, she REALLY couldn't stop talking :p I felt sorry for Chua, she looked like she was really upset because Alvina didn't come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;: (more of, things that I actually REMEMBERED!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice-breaking games and introduction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First group of leaders to be paneled -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so at first I only knew Huixin, Chow, Kaiern, Adilah and Tingen. We sat at the globe, in a circle. We started introducing ourselves, we were supposed to say our name and say what they want us to be remembered as. Like, 'I am Kas, and I have a red face' well that's what I said. LOL. I don't remember all, but I know that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huixin- doesn't like to wear glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben- the 'handsome' boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azim- he dances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max (our facil)- the one with the BIG smile (and yes, he really does)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played quite a few ice breaking games and I don't know why but I wasn't feeling awkward or shy, I felt like  everyone in my group was my best fwienzxvc (the new trend) and I just enjoyed myself a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness took over me and I can't be bothered to explain the games we played, but Nadine was SO FREAKING CUTE for all the 3 or 4 games! Yes cute, cute in every way; her facial expressions, her reactions, the way she  play the game, you name it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one day, different people from each group &lt;i&gt;has to take the initiative (omg I'm so sick of this line after this camp-.-) &lt;/i&gt;to be the leader of the group. Around 2 different leaders per day, but not everyone got to be the leader because there were 4 days of activities only, so only 8 people. The rest waited, so they &lt;i&gt;lost the opportunity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First leader was Kai ern, he lead us for quite a few games. After Kai ern was Huixin, then around evening, we gathered at the classroom, and Lye told the 4 leaders to stand up. And so they officially stepped down, and he asked people from each group to stand up to be the leader. Kouzner, U.V and Empower Hawks already had people standing up, whereas our group, everyone was just waiting. BEING SOMEONE WHO TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY (not really... hahahaha only for these 5 days!) I STOOD UP AND whatever Lye said, totally brought my whoooooole mood down;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These 4 leaders, be in the classroom by 9:20pm for paneling, telling us (the 7 adults) the greatness of your team. Time now is 9:10pm, you have 10 minutes to get ready.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest can already have their free time, while the 4 leaders think of what to say. It's exactly like an oral presentation in front of thousands of people, except that those 7 adults (4 facils, Lye, Ms Janay Lim and Ms Liza?) are as powerful as thousands of people and you don't have a week to prepare, you have 10 freakin' minutes to think of what to say and have 2 minutes to talk about the greatness of your team for and you'll be bombed with MANY questions after, it's like, the objective of the 7 adults was to own us until we have nothing to say. So we cannot lie, if not we're dead. And Lye KNOWS whether you're lying or not. And the winning team gets like 320 points. So far after all the games we played, my team was the second last. I was reallyyy determined to win, but there was this &lt;i&gt;thin&lt;/i&gt; line, preventing me to be at my best. &lt;b&gt;FEAR of speaking out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so before the 4 leaders (Godwin, Jie yang, Candy and I) went in the classroom, the four of us were waiting outside, being in our own world, concentrating to the max. While I was trying to memorize, the 7 adults went in first, and Max patted me on my back and said, '&lt;b&gt;say what you believe in' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence doesn't sound so... meaningful to you, because you didn't experience paneling. I cannot express my feelings into words, the feeling is just really, FRIGHTENING. It's like X-Factor you know, with the judges there staring at you, a lot of things you're imagining at the back of your head,&amp;nbsp; and you're enlisting (I forgot the explanation of enlist, but it's the more complex way of explaining something. Like a higher class of explaining. In this case, we had to CONVINCE that our own team deserved the 320 points by talking about our team) the greatness of your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was allowed to go to the canteen area except the 7 adults and 4 leaders. Yes, it's THAT serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we all went in. YOU volunteer to talk, the teacher won't tell who'll start first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieyang spoke first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Godwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Godwin was speaking, I whispered to Candy, who was sitting beside me, 'Candy do you wanna go first?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I just asked that (probably because I'm afraid she might think I'm selfish for taking her position to talk......... yeah I'm like that. A bit thick skin but it's a fact!), not because I wanted to go last, I mean yeah a TEENY WEENY part of me wanna go last, but if you know me well enough, if I don't like to do something (like EL oral presentation this year), I'd rather go first and get it over and done with fast rather than I dragggggg and the frightening feeling bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy agreed to go after Godwin. Oh and, the conversation didn't go like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Candy you wanna go first?'&lt;br /&gt;'YEAH DUHHHH I WANNA GO FIRST'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it pretty much went like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Candy you wanna go first?'&lt;br /&gt;-she took about 2s to think-&lt;br /&gt;-nod-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's not the bad guy here ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke like one professional speaker only. The 7 adults started bombing (yes it's bombing, not asking) her questions one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TURN CAME. First question Lye asked me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why did you choose to go last?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-flashback earlier in the day-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; First leader was Kaiern right, after Kaiern was Huixin, before Huixin stepped down, she was, actually not only her, the 3 other leaders were to enlist about our team vision. Ours was, 'overcoming our fears, achieving more goals'. Yeap. We were in the classroom with the other 50+ students.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And again, the 4 leaders were to volunteer on who wanna speak first, first was Kouzner, followed by Empower Hawks. After EH, there was an awkward silence because both TGIF and U.V didn't wanna go first. Bravely enough HX went first. While she was speaking, I can really see she was afraid. She looked like she was about to break down. Yep, like what Lye said, it was normal for them to see leaders crying. So if you ever have a chance to go to the TLC camp, you cry, it's normal. Not a big thing for the adults.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO ANYWAY AFTER HUIXIN, Lye said,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'U.V, you just lost your chance to enlist. That's the results for waiting, you need to take the initiative, if not, the opportunity given to you will be wasted'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you were Putri (Putri was the current leader of U.V), would you be GLAD that you didn't have to enlist about your team's vision to 60 people, provided that you're afraid of speaking up? Or would you be darn sad that you didn't get to enlist?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Lye said U.V lost their chance, if I were Putri, I won't be glad that I lost the opportunity neither would I be darn sad, more of HUMILIATED.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because it's all about throwing your face, throwing your group's face. People may think, 'eeyer this group the people got no confidence one' In this camp, almost everyone's aim was to be someone who is more outspoken. But if you choose to be the last one, this shows that you're not even trying to step out of your comfort zone and achieving your goal. You're someone who is waiting for things to happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-back to the point (darn it I need to stop talking out of the box!)-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked straight into his eyes, and thinking in my head, 'it's not like I CHOSE and WANTED to go last....' and after that thought, I suddenly thought of Putri losing her chance because she was the last one to talk. In my mind, 'shit, does this mean that I won't even get the chance to speak?' 'shit I'm so disappointing my group now.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried explaining to him, saying I didn't want to go last, I kept saying that it's an ACT of kindness that I let Candy go first. (lol jk about the latter) But it seemed like he's a mind reader or something. I kept explaining that I didn't WANT to go last, and he just kept asking, 'ok, so, why did you go last?' it seemed like he was looking for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle just goes onn and onnn, I explain, he ask the same question, I explain, he ask the same question, until I said a different answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'because I'm not a very confident person'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing I know is I just cried. I don't know why, but there was this 'something' in Lye that made me cry. It made me realize that, THAT was the actual reason why I went last. The first time he asked me why I went last, I was VERY sure that it wasn't about of me and my confidence. I think he got power one sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he told me things which I forgot because it was more a week ago. But I told him why I was crying, I said that I was afraid to disappoint my team because I THOUGHT that I had no chance to speak.... and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was kind enough to let me have my 2 minutes, but I stupidly, &lt;b&gt;FREAKING&lt;/b&gt; stupidly, spoke out of point -.- It was a really stupid thing, don't wanna talk about it. From then on I already knew I was in deep shit because I didn't even answer the freakin' question. DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enlisting for 2 minutes, (I had to talk with blocked nose and wet eyes and sniffing btw -.-) they started bombing me with questions, and they ain't ordinary questions though. Like I said, they kinda have this, objective to own us. It was really scary. After the 4 leaders finished enlisting, it was already like 10:15pm. 55 minutes, that was how long it took. Then they still had to decide who's the winner, another 30 minutes. That 30 minutes, the 4 leaders just sat there and wait. Candy, Godwin, Jieyang and I were all just chillin' and waiting, but inside, we're actually all scared. LOL. I kept thinking about my group's reaction because I did damn badly- and I was still crying! -.- my tears just kept rolling and rolling and rolling down my cheeks. I can feel my eyes swollen already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 adults finally decided, I think it was Jieyang who won? Or Candy. I forgot. BUT YA. It was already around 10:45pm, the rest were just at the canteen having their supper, and we (4 leaders) were just across them, at the classroom. The paneling was over, and I walked over to my group's table, but I chose to walk outside the canteen, then walk in by the side, because I was still crying (NOT LIKE A MAD BABY LA, like a silent one). But I kept crying, I was really guilty that I disappointed my team (oh and ps, if we my group gets last among the 4 groups, we need to wash the toilet my 7.30am the next day). I was behind the dark wall, trying to freakin' get by breath and stop crying so that I can go to my group's table and have a debrief with Max. I was drying my eyes but it wasn't freakin' possible because water kept coming out. It's just like trying to dry a tap when it's running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was drying my eyes, then Max grabbed my arm and said, 'if you're ready, join your group at the table for a debrief' I took one gigantic breath and walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn humiliating that so many people saw me cry... all eyes on me. DARN&amp;nbsp; IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the table, Max told me to tell my group what happened, and so I told them everything, and water kept comin' outta ma' feeskin' eyeballs. I wanna stop crying but BU KE YI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max then asked me whether I wanna share with the group why is it always, I put others first before myself. Eh no. Tell them WHY am I so scared of disappointing other people. I told them about my parents giving me freedom and I can't take advantage of it blahblahblah. I'm lazy to tell you the reason, but if you know, good for you! I had to pause quite a few times because I had to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was explaining halfway, Huixin started to cry, and that made my heart go soft and water just kept comin' and comin' and comin'. I swear I have NEVER cried so long in my whole entire life before. In front of 13 people (12 other teammates and 1 facil) while explaining something, can you do that and last?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to shower, around 11:30pm -.- Everyone was gonna sleep already and I was still showering. Alone. YO CAN YOU DO THAT. SHOWERING ALONE, BABY. AT LABRADOR CAMPSITE. YEAH BUDDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I slept with my hair wet, and woke up with my hair wet -.- NEED TO CUT MY LONG HAIR SOON. But it's gonna be damn painful. 1 whole year of no cutting. Longest hair I've ever kept :( OK OUT OF POINT AGAIN LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for day 1, I started this post at 3pm and it's already 7pm. DAMN TIRING to put my feelings into words ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of leaders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up leaders and step back leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step up leaders:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up leaders are those who takes the initiative to lead all the time. They focus more on tasks, and they don't care whether they hurt other feelings or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confident&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On task&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They take initiative&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take risks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;DISADVANTAGES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of jobs to complete &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too engrossed with the job and may be oblivious to the surrounding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't give other chance to lead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tend not to listen to others opinion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step back leaders:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one who follows step up leaders, like followers. They focus more on relationship, they care about other people's feelings. EG. when they ask someone to do something, but that person gives some excuses, so the leaders gives them a chance because they're scared they might have an argument or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supportive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listens to others opinion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be there for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;DISADVANTAGES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Does not take initiative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not Efficient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not confident&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait for things to happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am SO a step back leader. Which type of leader are you? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's just day one and it's already so long, so I'm gonna break the entry into few parts. This is just day 1. Do wait for day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU READERS! And this is partly for Joey BECAUSE SHE WAS EXCITED FOR THIS :D AND MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3758390691076130630?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3758390691076130630/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3758390691076130630' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3758390691076130630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3758390691076130630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-camp-ever-part-1.html' title='Best camp. EVER. (part 1)'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5794058986463317491</id><published>2011-10-30T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:45:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLC</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I have no idea what TLC stands for. HAHA. But I know it's a camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a 5 days 4 nights camp. Ms Lim said it's gonna be hell. Some past campers cried at night saying they wanna go home. I'm pretty scared but I SHOULD NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THISSSSSSS. I don't know who to sleep with at night. SEE WHO FREE TO TALK TO ME AT NIGHT OR SOMEONE UNDERSTANDING because I might just fall asleep when they're talking to me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda looking forward. I wanna be more outspoken after the camp. I wanna make new friends after the camp. I wanna be closer to more people after the camp and have no awkward moments when I see her/him in school. I wanna have FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp is a perfect 'getaway' for me after the crappy situation I have been through the whole week. Glad it's solved now. See, talking nicely is the best way to solve a problem rather than shouting and scolding and exchanging nasty words with each other. YA KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKK Try's gonna fetch me tomorrow morning. Camp 'till Friday, and I'll reach school at around 12noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME AND THE OTHER CAMPERS. HOPING FOR THE BEST. GREAT WEEK AHEAD YA'LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5794058986463317491?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5794058986463317491/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5794058986463317491' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5794058986463317491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5794058986463317491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/tlc.html' title='TLC'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6840965813713194023</id><published>2011-10-26T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:00:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in the Deeeeeeep..avali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b1OaV_wsE_Y/TqeMeRPGxwI/AAAAAAAABac/NFs8M4r-7ao/s640/blogger-image-333834326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b1OaV_wsE_Y/TqeMeRPGxwI/AAAAAAAABac/NFs8M4r-7ao/s640/blogger-image-333834326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Causeway Point last night, and on my way back home in the bus, there's this Indian lady who wanted to sit with me. I was sitting on the outer seat, so I moved my leg outwards to let her sit inside. BUT I don't know what was going on in her mind, I was already generous enough to let you sit with me still wanna choose MY seat -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND, I tweeted about it and I started laughed to myself. CREEEEEPOOOOO :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BP9N6FM3Irg/TqeMfSl46pI/AAAAAAAABag/ahwVBT8A8q4/s640/blogger-image--982944110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BP9N6FM3Irg/TqeMfSl46pI/AAAAAAAABag/ahwVBT8A8q4/s640/blogger-image--982944110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I read this before looking at who retweeted it, I said, 'THIS IS SOOOOOOO CHAN' at the back of my mind. And guess who really retweeted it......... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Deepavali to all my Hindu friends! Wait, I don't have any in this school....... LOL. Unless some are really good in disguising...... JAS KEEDINGGGGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SO TODAY'S WEDNESDAY AND I'M AT HOME BECAUSE OF THE INDIANS. THANK YOU :) Like I said, one day off the week is already good enough ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was Tuesday (thanks RB..... :p) andddddddddddddddddd it was a short day again. Lessons ended 1 hour and a half earlier (dismissed at 12:30pm). In fact throughout this week, lessons will be ending at 12:30pm until the last day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Perfect timing to say.............. Partyin' partyin' YEAH! FUN FUN FUN FUN.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;once again, thanks RB :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I sirusly (credits to Alishh, a funny way to say seriously ^^) forgot what happened yesterday during class................ EXCEPT FOR CHINESE CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Angel and Try were sitting beside me, and Jonathan and Darren sat in front of us. I was telling Angel why my name was that way, as in FULL name. Abbreviations of K.A.B.C, yes that. Jonathan and Darren turned around to listen too, I explained that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My first two names (K and A) were both my first names, just like when Chinese people have Chinese names. You can call your friend both by her Chinese or English name, it's the same thing. Hence Anika isn't my surname. (most people think that Anika's my surname because I only write K and A for all my exercise papers. My full name is too long to be written, waste of time :D) My maiden name/surname is C. B is my mother's surname before she got married to my dad. C is my dad's surname.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My sibling's names are;&amp;nbsp;Chloe Ashley B C and&amp;nbsp;Kyle Aren Albert B C (I know right he has one long ass name) and they probably put the first 2 names only, unless they're forced. HAHA. Ok it may be a bit messy so I'll give an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My current name is K A B C, so if I get married, my maiden name (maiden name: it's your name before you get married, it normally just applies for women. Hence the term "maiden" (credits to google!)) will, somehow be ~pushed back~ and my B will disappear. So my name will be 'K A C (husband's surname (and no Chan, it's not W....... :p))'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok I feel like a creep talking about names for 3 paragraphs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOO when I finished explaining, Darren and Jonathan suddenly thought of creating random names. They faced the front and started creating names. After 10 minutes, they came out with their final product and I swear I was laughing so damn hard in the inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Random Christian names:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Condominia P. Highrice (I DON'T KNOW WHERE HIGHRICE CAME FROM.......)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Virgin P. Nia (remove the P and it becomes Virginia HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patrick P. (which, apparently stand for Panadol. LOL) Penius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peterina P. &lt;b&gt;Plywood (&lt;/b&gt;seriously?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Por&lt;b&gt;mez&lt;/b&gt; P. Go&lt;b&gt;mez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I marry a Korean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Fook Zhong P.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Pang &lt;b&gt;PUI &lt;/b&gt;P. (exaggerate on the Pui)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I marry a Japanese:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fakasuki P.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakusuki P.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fakai P.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yamagi P. Imagay (split the last name into 3 parts.... :p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not the least, if I marry an African (how on earth would I meet an African in the first place?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kcocusi Mandai (&lt;/b&gt;k-ko-ku-see mandai)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW RIGHT. I have NOOOOOO idea why all the names (except for African) had P. in it. But he claimed that it feels so Christian-y when P is added. HAHAHA. Oh and also, when I told them what B stands for, Darren said it sounds like a drug. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good laugh right there. I even told my siblings about it. Chloe's laugh was contagiously hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12:30pm, we were dismissed and I wanted to look for Chan, but can't find her so Ahlian, Try, Jen, Vanna, Nadine and I went to the coffeeshop to have our lunch. Ahlian and Vanna were sitting together, so except madness. And of course, chao auntyness. HAHA. Ahlian has a new touchscreen (FINALLY) phone and she kept taking picture of people. Actually not really, only 2, and one of them included Nad being unglam. Good la ni chaoahlian, people take your picture, you diedie also wanna delete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO TRAINING STARTED AND the first drill was already fun! It's the square-drill. I'm really lazy to elaborate, too bad if you don't know what I mean. BUT we were to complete the task as team, and that drill really needed a lot of&amp;nbsp;communication, teamwork AND resilience. The first 3 rounds my team failed, but the last round, everyone was doing their best on completing the task AND THIS CHAO AHLIAN, AGAIN, she was the one counting, and she wasn't counting aloud so we just did our own job, there was one time, where the ball went haywire and the ball was in front of Ahlian and she watched it dropped and I bet everyone's face was the same, I was about to scream when she gave that bossy look and said, 'FINISH ALREADY LA!' AND EVERYONE RAN TO HER AND smacked her ass. WE WERE ALL SO HAPPY :') the second set was easier! And to add to it: we finished faster than our seniors and they started earlier........ :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the training was a-okay, obvious enough, Ahlian and I did a lot of setting. Omg I miss being an attacker :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr C said we won't say who he'll selected for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://vas.org.sg/"&gt;VAS&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(or U15) yet because those 3 players may get complacent and not train hard. So he'll only announce the 6 players one week before the competition. I reallyyyyyyyyyyy wanna get one of those 6 slots AND main 12!!!!!!! Like who doesn't. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back home with aching middle finger. Too much of setting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT NIGHT, Around 10pm, I watched a Pinoy movie and it was a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad idea because I had to sleep with a blocked nose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg this entry was longer than I expected LOL. But it's ok, it kills ya time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6840965813713194023?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6840965813713194023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6840965813713194023' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6840965813713194023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6840965813713194023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/rolling-in-deeeeeeeeeeeeepavali.html' title='Rolling in the Deeeeeeep..avali'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b1OaV_wsE_Y/TqeMeRPGxwI/AAAAAAAABac/NFs8M4r-7ao/s72-c/blogger-image-333834326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4254396160360271891</id><published>2011-10-24T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:09:08.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it, here we go again with the entry title..... -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cNX2QF8UrpM/TqVsxxDrj0I/AAAAAAAABaM/z56f5I7W7Kk/s640/blogger-image-770302314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cNX2QF8UrpM/TqVsxxDrj0I/AAAAAAAABaM/z56f5I7W7Kk/s400/blogger-image-770302314.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cfk3GhgsxY8/TqVsybF8AwI/AAAAAAAABaU/9V7l1WTBRNM/s640/blogger-image-1655941801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cfk3GhgsxY8/TqVsybF8AwI/AAAAAAAABaU/9V7l1WTBRNM/s1600/blogger-image-1655941801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First picture-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chan came to my house today, and I was about to sleep and I dunno why I looked at her direction. And you can totally see how concentrated she is, playing the right hand for 'You and I' with two hands ................................................................... and how she's not wearing pants. LOL jk she was wearing my shorts, just that her shirt is so damn big. Size 38 you know! I wear until can go prom and wear as a dress! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really need to elaborate on the second one because it's straight to the point! And my mom's registered as 'Mommio' in my phone, if you were wondering who 'Mommio' was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OVERALL TODAY WAS DEFFO (definitely) MUCH BETTER THAN ANY OF THE DAYS LAST WEEK. We were dismissed at 11:30am and there were no proper freakin' lessons. OH YEAHHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning assembly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.E&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEP closing ceremony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning assembly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing special happened during the assembly............... except when I asked Ahlian, 'who's in charge of the planning of today's P.E?' and she went 'shit' and suddenly stood up and the next thing I knew was she was awkwardly asking everyone in my class whether they wanted to continue the game we played last Friday or just play random games for our PE period. She's so awkwardly cute ^o^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese class (MT):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bore. I slept for 30 minutes and woke up because the class was noisy, I put my head up and saw Ahlian speaking in front of the class, I think it was some kind of debate thing. Her group only had Jowelyn and herself as a speaker, and the opposing group had 4 man. Wow. Brave woman :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhmmm it was uhhhhhhh FUN?! My class decided we continued the game we played last Friday, but my group had 2 members missing. So it was like *emo* lesser people, not as fun as last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SO we continued playing, and we had new strategies but they didn't lead us to success. But I KNOW I was having fun! Shaun kept saying, 'TOON tatch ta bull!' to Rui Xuan and he was doing it in a Hong Kong accent. TALKING ABOUT SHAUN HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this 'strategy', where only Tan Lin and I hit the volleyball and we (TL and I) put our left hand behind our backs so that the rest can just put the floorball on our palm and the person on the right just take it from my hand/Tan Lin's hand. So I this person fail at multi tasking, was trying so damn hard to concentrate on hitting the volleyball to Tan Lin that I didn't realize that Shaun was actually putting the floorball on my hand already, but I didn't grab because I forgot. So he was like, 'GRAB THE BALL GRAB THE BALL' many times and I didn't reply him because I was oblivious to the surrounding. Only when the volleyball flew out THEN I realized he was talking to me HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THERE WAS THIS TIME when the volleyball flew wayyyyyy too far so I tried saving it because we were close to 20,  I moved backwards like 5-7 steps and again, I made Shaun feel &lt;i&gt;retarded &lt;/i&gt;because I didn't know he was passing the floorball to me when I backed away to save the ball, so when I was walking backwards he was following me with his hand reached out tryna say, 'eh the floorball the floorball!' and my hand was behind my back, so it was harder for him to pass me the floorball because my hand wasn't reaching out to take the floorball. LOL. Oh the awkwardness. Sorry Shaun! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END OF THE P.E LESSON we didn't get to complete the task BUT HAD FUN SO DOESN'T MATTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEP closing ceremony:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was boring at the end because my group was the second one to go up the stage, so we had to applaud for like the rest of the countries..... but I didn't turn red when I went up the stage though. GOOD THING. But I DID raise my eyebrow at Vanna! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Leslie did a feeskin' great job at hosting. I think he have been hosting shows. And he has that host-y voice. You know like before boxing matches, this man always says, 'let'sssssssssssssss gettttttttttttt readyyyyyyyyyyyy toooooooo rumbleeeeeeeee' yeah. He had that. Talking about boxing matches, I wanna learn boxing omggggggggg seems sooooo cooooool *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER SCHOOL CHAN came over. After having our lunch, I rested awhile and I dozed off on the couch because I WAS SO FREAKIN' TIRED. I slept to Chan's piano playing ^^ after 10 minutes she joined in and slept too. So basically she came over to sleep. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did some fun stuffs like TEACHING HER HOW TO EAT A WATERMELON LIKE   A PRO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was eating a slice of watermelon and she wanted a bite. Being a generous woman I allowed her, she was sitting in the game room, using the internet. So she took a bite, you know when you eat a slice of watermelon, you take a bite, the ~juice~ drips? YEAH THAT HAPPENED TO HER. It dripped on her uniform, looked at it, and cried like a freakin' 5 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S LIKE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-watermelon bite-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-drips on her uniform-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'eh eh eh!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-looks at it and tried stopping the droplet from dropping but failed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU WWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAH YES AND SHE HAD THAT NOOBY 5-YR-OLD FACE WHEN THEY CRY LIKE END OF THE WORLD. HAHAH CHAN OH CHAN....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sent her down the bus stop @ 6pm, became her part time Inday ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training tomorrow. Again, DON'T DISAPPOINT US MR C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT NIGHT AHEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4254396160360271891?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4254396160360271891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4254396160360271891' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4254396160360271891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4254396160360271891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/damn-it-here-we-go-again-with-entry.html' title='Damn it, here we go again with the entry title..... -.-'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cNX2QF8UrpM/TqVsxxDrj0I/AAAAAAAABaM/z56f5I7W7Kk/s72-c/blogger-image-770302314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-732590321130104666</id><published>2011-10-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:36:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Today's Homily (church stuffs, where the Priest talks about something for like 15-20 minutes) was one of the best (probably because I was ACTUALLY paying attention :p) because it totally made sense and it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat in the 4th row, just because the lady insisted Chloe and I sit there -.- I don't like sitting in the front because the Priest can see us clearly and we (siblings) can't do non-sense HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the Priest spoke about love. The REAL definition of love. So 99% of what I'm gonna type, are taken from the Priest at my church. So credits to Fr. Terrence :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. Like. What's the different between love and like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, when you go for shopping, you say, 'I &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;this dress', 'I &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;these shoes', 'I &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;this car' But, are YOU willing to DIE for that pretty dress you wanted? For those shoes that caught your eye? And that amazing sports car you saw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a very strong words, my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this little girl, who loves her dad so much, but her dad's job is to travel around the world. The little girl then asked her dad, 'dad, can you stay with mum and I this Christmas?' and the father replies, 'I'm sorry but I'm doing this because I love you, I'm doing this for you' As the little girl grew older, she wanted to find a man just like her father because he haven't been beside her as she grew. So she found a man with great personality, have faith in God and................ who travels a lot too. So the cycles just goes round and rounddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love somebody, love her/him unconditionally. True love is supposed to make you happier in life and not lock you up and allow your partner to control you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to ADD GOOD things into your life, and NOT TAKE away good things from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is not when;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*husband and wife situation*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you still cook for me so I still love you and I'll stay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. you take care of our kids so I still love you and I'll stay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you're the breadwinner of the family and you provide us with whatever we need, so I still love you and I'll stay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you didn't cook for me SO YOU SUCK AND I'LL FILE A DIVORCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you forgot to pick up our son from the daycare center SO YOU SUCK I'LL FILE A DIVORCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you lost your job you noob WE ARE OVER MISTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is what CONDITIONAL and BLIND love is. You obviously rushed everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should love a person for who she/he is, so what if she's not the prettiest woman out there? So what if he's not the best-looking man out there? That person may have the BEST personality among the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True love = unconditional love. Love is like a good, healthy food. You need to WAIT patiently for it and once it's done, the final product is like DABOMBDOTCOM. You have to WAIT. You can't rush everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For youngsters, when someone tells you they 'love' you, better think before whatever you reply back. Are they willing to die for you.............?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. Like. Two different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, thanks Fr Terrence. OH AND Trevor was int front of me just now, HE IS SO F-ING TALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL A GIANT :O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great night ahead all, good day tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-732590321130104666?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/732590321130104666/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=732590321130104666' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/732590321130104666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/732590321130104666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5380055774186507929</id><published>2011-10-22T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:48:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I took like 30 minutes just to think of that title. One of the reasons why I get lazy to blog at times. At times, I get so pissed from thinking about a title for an entry that my mood for posting disappears :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO today's training didn't turn out to what I expected, I expected something more fun but ....... it WAS ok and fun, but Tuesday's and Thursday's were DABOMBDOTCOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rewind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9 freakin' 30 today, so damn early for someone who slept at 1am (I updated picturesworthkeeping ^^). I don't know whyyyyyy. Guess was too excited for training.... not. HAHA. I had a super damn heavy breakfast because when I slept with my tummy growlingggg. From 11-12:30ishhh I played Counter Strike. (old game I know, but CS is a really special game for me, there's a story behind it! And no I don't care whether the graphics sucks, I enjoy playing it that's what matters. GOTTAPROBWITHAT) There was one time, around 1, I didn't know whether to play a mission or not, so Chloe suggested I flip a coin. Heads-yes, tails-no. And I this kind of person don't know how to flip coin, flipped it and didn't catch it properly and went it the printer, which was on the floor.............. -.- Chloe was mad (I don't know why she was more concerned with her $0.20 than a freakin' coin which went in the printer and hard to retrieve!) and kept saying, 'YA OWE ME $0.20' BUT I managed to retrieve it and flipped it SUCCESSFULLY and heads showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF WAY PLAYING I wanted to crap (like who doesn't shit come on :p), so I was like, 'CHLOOOOO SHOULD I CRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP' and she gave me that face and told me to FLIP COIN AGAIN. HAHAHAHAHA. Wow Chlo, depending your decision with a coin........ nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ishh I started playing piano because I had nothing to do, I was supposed to leave by 1:30 for training. I was playing What Makes You Beautiful halfway and this long-legged Chan came at my door, saying 'HEYYY KAS' and laughed to herself and I gave her a blank face. HAHAHAHA. She said that she went to school too early so she came over to waste time, she played CS and piano...... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO TRAINING WAS.... A-OKAY. Sad that I didn't get to do attack again, played as a setter the whole time. There was this one (I'm sorry but) stupid drill, where Mr Chin throws a low ball upwards and we were supposed to move forward receive it. Then when we just TOUCHED the freakin' ball, he VICIOUSLY spikes one VIOLENT ball downwards and it's really scary because he's a MAN and he was using his FULL HORSE POWER. Almost none of us receive more than 2 good balls....... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one hour we did sparring, and my head was aching like one mad bitch because I didn't get enough sleep and my hair was tied damn tight. (had to, if not it will keep dropping and I would have to keep retying and retying it, which annoys the hell outta me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of training, Mr Chin spoke to Meilian and I. He told us a lot of thingssssssss regarding setter stuffs. He was telling us if we kept giving si hao, then zhongjian won't be ready to spike during competition. So we better train our zhong before ~things happen~. Meilian argued back, 'but my zhong also not ready how to give?' and Mr C gave some longgggggggg reply and HE SAID,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Scold your zhong and say, 'why the HELL are you not getting ready?' before they relax and not do anything during the competition'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly looked at ML with a O.O face. It's not because Mr C said that, but my Coach D wouldn't even allow any of us to say, 'what the....' yea, just 'what the' and nothing else behind. I vividly (whoa compo ah :p) remembered when Angel just said, 'what the' in the court and she got punished by my Coach D, we can't even say 'walao'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatttt isssss Mr CCCC teaching us.... He says walao too, and all those singlish stuffs. Oh man what's happening :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO YAAA he said he'll be sending my team for VAS too, it's something like an U15 (under 15) thing. MY FIRST TIME YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, I headed to my Aunt's house for a mini party which had super good food. Her house suddenly become so damn nice. I'd love to sleep there overnight thoughhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 11:47pm and it's really cold now and my bed is already waiting for me. Last night with queen sized bed to myself...... D: shall cherish it! Updated picturesworthkeeping too, nothing too amazing, just pretty pictures Albert took. They're really nice though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5380055774186507929?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5380055774186507929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5380055774186507929' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5380055774186507929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5380055774186507929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1108787511682849240</id><published>2011-10-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:55:18.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mind, I'll find someone not like youuuuu</title><content type='html'>That version of Someone Like You have been in my head for a week now, yeahhh thanks a lot Dee Kosh! :p (talking about Dee Kosh, I NEED to share what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; last week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our activities (last period) in the hall just now, Ms Gan (form teacher) said that she wanted to speak to me after everyone have left. Sooooo I stayed by the stage while she spoke to Nigel (you never ever want to be his friend.... unless you're.. never mind :D) and stayed cool. And sooooooo when she finished speaking to Nigel, I thought she wanted to tell me what the macaroni happened to my results (trust me, I never want to talk about it because it made this week the fucking worst week of my feeskin' year. If you know what happened then..... god bless you. &lt;i&gt;Boon&lt;/i&gt;.) but when she looked straight into my eyes and smiled I felt less worried and that heavy weight disappeared from my heart. We were in the hall with some badminton players so I was a little bit distracted with the shuttle cock going back and forth :p but 99.9% of the time I was listening to Ms Gan and 2 points those made me like, -don't call me weird for this but- just throwing my arms around her and tell her how that made my super shitty week :'-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's just like &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;best friend, she/he (&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; best friend, I mean) can be ~shy, afraid to make remarks about other people and seem like she's any ordinary friend~ with new people, but once you know her well or SHE knows you well enough, she can be krazy (yes it has to be spelt with the letter K because crazy makes it an ordinary. Krazy is EXTRAordinary ^^), HILARIOUS, fun and special teacher!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the 2 points that made my crappy week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You did an excellent job throughout!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You're a very, very pleasant student to teach and I enjoyed teaching you"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was like, what? I thought she was referring to what I did just before she spoke to me (I'll talk about it later) but then after like 3s I was like, 'OHHH my exams?' she nodded and added, 'not only this examinations but throughout the year!' and my reaction in my mind, 'HUH????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????' for all I know I totally&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;S C R E W E D &lt;/b&gt;EOY. She said that even though I came from NA, I still managed to beat a few people and it was a 'shame' to them because I started off slower than all of them but&lt;i&gt; I managed to finish strong. &lt;/i&gt;Dang, she can really be a motivator. I loveeeeee the way how she motivates people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds NORMAL and common for teachers to say that, but she actually told me face to face with a smile on her face, and I can really feel that she &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;whatever she said because it's like my heart skipped a bit and there was a sudden smile on my serious face. It was probably the nicest thing a teacher told me right into ma face. It was so touching that I had to hold back my tears :'-) it was just like, the one YOU like in school, out of the blue came out of no where and said he/she likes you back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy who's in your mind right now! ^^ HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. You're smiling now :P But on the serious note: GOOD LUCK WITH WHOEVER WAS ON YOUR MIND JUST NOW! God blezz you + + +&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK SO yeah, it was one of the best conversation I've ever had with any teachers, so encouraginggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said a thousand (ok not really :p) more good things but I don't wanna say out all, this may lead to misunderstanding which I do nottttt want to happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I typed out those for 2 hours. Multi tasking professional or what? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TALKING ABOUT MULTI TASKING, it brings me to ma next point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY, only the last period was C O O L. Lessons sucks. They're so DAMN BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO BEING the last CE/RR lesson with Ms Gan/as a class, she planned activities for us. The first one, we had to form 4 groups of 10. I had Alvina, Tan Lin, Raidah, Zhixuan, Shaun, Jen Loong, &amp;nbsp;Rui Xuan, Mervyn and I. Criteria for the formation of groups:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mixture of boys and girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Different CCAs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, (as usual) Ahlian, Try and I were all together. BUT UNFORTUNATELY we were all in the same CCA so we had to be split. BUT IT WAS OK I'm very flexible (cough cough yeah righttttt).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Task to complete: (forgive me for my poor explanation MY EL SUCKS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were given 2 different balls, one floor ball and soft volleyball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supposed to stand in a 'loop' (which failed because my group kept compressing and the 'loop' became a deformed one :p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the soft volleyball is to stay in the air by hitting it with ONE palm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can't pass the soft volleyball to the person beside you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have to do 20 successful passes without a person hitting the ball more than once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the floor ball is to be passed around continuously without dropping or stopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone has to touch the floor ball, but the soft volleyball was not compulsory for everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SO MY GROUP DID whatever we could. We instructed ourselves to hit the freakin' BOTTOM but when the ball goes haywire we panic and hit the side and the ball will hit somebody's face (Jen Loong got hit thrice and it seemed like he enjoyed it LOL) OR the ball travels like 10000000m away HAHAHAHAHA. It was a pretty hard task, but we were all having fun so it didn't matter :) we laughed over small things. We already HAD THE strategy but we were out of time :( I'm not sure whether we're gonna continue this activity on Monday though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the only thing I remember during school because I don't even bother &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; about whatever happened during lesson time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO AFTER SCHOOL I went to look for Chan at 2-5 classroom. We planned to stay in school awhile because it was raining so damn hard with violent wind. We talked about soooooooooooooooo much things. Advantage for us splitting; when we meet up again we have a lotttttttttttttttttttt of things to talk about :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHM YEAH around 2pm we left the school and proceeded to my house. Chan was avoiding the puddles because she said her socks got wet. And I was like, ???? you're wearing shoes why will your socks get wet when you step on a puddle? In the end the bottom of her shoes had a hole HAHAHA. It was really funny because there was a gigantic puddle, and she wanted to jump over it but she'll slip if she lands. I was across the puddle and she was still deciding what to do, like going low and trying to see which part of the puddle is the most shallow one. I told her, 'dei just walk over la!' she said, 'NO must see how to get passed this obstacle!' with that Dora The Explorer face hahahahahaha. She came up my house and we ate our snacks before I introduced her to Counter Strike and she got addicted to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44bAYh8VT6M/TqGIC8IzrBI/AAAAAAAABUc/Fr8LCRbwmAw/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44bAYh8VT6M/TqGIC8IzrBI/AAAAAAAABUc/Fr8LCRbwmAw/s640/IMG_0280.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;if only you witnessed how concentrated she was playing for the first time. She already knows how to buy a gun and all those. B44, B6 then B82 are the basic ones ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;She played for about and hour, and then she proceeded on playing the piano. HAHAHA YES from that day when she tried playing Price Tag with my score sheets, she has been addicted with it. And I must admit, it CAN be super addictive playing the piano. When I was in P6, when I started playing piano again after like 5 years, at first I tried to learn Turkish March and River Flows In You using synthesia. It was during the March holidays and I spent LITERALLY the whole day playing the piano -.- A bit no life ah BUT THE FEELING WHEN YOU FINALLY GET TO PLAY A COMPLETE SONG AND LISTENING TO WHATEVER YOU'RE PLAYING LIKE WHOA ~SHIOK~. + + + + + +!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soooo I lied down on the sofa, watching TV and I guess Chan got tired and lied down on my butt, yes my ass. That's how we show the LOVEEEEEEEEEE &amp;lt;3 HAHAHA kidding. But really. At first we were watching, but then when I looked at her, she was already asleep. This was how our position looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPpf36TeLDk/TqGIIRxTiPI/AAAAAAAABUk/KGOwZC-tuqg/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPpf36TeLDk/TqGIIRxTiPI/AAAAAAAABUk/KGOwZC-tuqg/s640/IMG_0281.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah yeah I know my skin tone is like ONE OF A KIND :') wait 'till you see my ankle HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had to stay in this position for 30 minutes because I didn't wanna wake her up. YOU KNOW HOW NUMB IT IS OR NOT. WELL OF COURSE YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T TRIED. But I must say she looked pretty comfortable.... until we woke up and her whole right face was numb and my left leg and left ass was numb. At first it was nothing but when I stood up.... O H T H E P A I N. It was ticklishly pain when I move. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND when she was sleeping, around after 15 minutes, she suddenly jerked. HAHA. I was thinking, 'Chan, are you falling off a cliff or are you drowning (inside joke)? :D' LOLLLLLLL. I think she was hiccuping too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sooooooo she played Counter Strike again and went sent her down to the buz ztopz atz 6:30pm ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT WAS ABOUT MY DAY. NOW ABOUT TRAINING!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's training, Tuesday and Thursday, HAS BEEN F E R A C K I N ' A W E S O M E. I wasn't looking forward to Tuesday's actually, BUT O H M Y M A C A RO N S Mr Chin ACTUALLY made me look forward to Thursday's training! :D :D :D but one bad thing: havent' been doing attack. Only been training as a setter with Meilian all the way......... :( :( I love attacking. But another good thing: Qianwen said that Meilian and I improved by A BOMB. Dabombdotcom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That made MY THURSDAY! Love my AFTER school life right now :'-) &amp;nbsp;BUT STILL LOVE ATTACKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yesterday, when we were playing halfway, I had NO idea why Mr Ben was there. I guess he needed to distress :p LOL. When we were sparring halfway, he just TENACIOUSLY grabbed me from the back and dragged me out of the court so just he could play...................... just because nobody agreed to leave the court to let him play. LOL. When he lost a point for my team he gave a smile and I went back in HAHA. And NOW I'm looking forward to tomorrow's training. Don't disappoint usssssss please Mr C!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON- Dee Kosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks back, he published a video and I tweeted Chan saying it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WFueaipxzIE" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the video. I mentioned Dee Kosh AND HE FREAKING REPLIED. I was stunned there AND I tweeted, 'OMG @DEE_KOSH JUST REPLIED ME!!!!!!' he replied AGAIN, 'lol! chill!' AND I SAID AGAIN, 'I swear if @dee_kosh replies me again, I'm gonna dance like one chao aunty at home!' AND HE KINDA dared me to film it and show him. BEING ONE MAD WOMAN AND HAVE NOTHING BETTER DO WITH LIFE AFTER EXAMS, I DID. I danced crazily and edited it in like 10 minutes (go find the video yourself. Lol. It's obvious where it's posted though) and tweeted to him. AND GUESS WHAT he favourited it @ his music channel (DeeKoshMusiq) AND;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHoNRdl_Zo/TqGPQkE2sRI/AAAAAAAABUs/QIYR-O0zP4s/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHoNRdl_Zo/TqGPQkE2sRI/AAAAAAAABUs/QIYR-O0zP4s/s400/Picture+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Dee. freaking. Kosh. is. FOLLOWING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. And you'd probably like, 'so?' IT'S PRETTY MUCH EQUIVALENT TO BIEBER FOLLOWING YOU EXCEPT THAT BIEBS FOLLOW LIKE A FEW THOUSANDS AND DEEKOSH FOLLOWS LESS THAN 200 PEOPLE. I FEEL SO SPECIAL. I'M UNIQUE! And during one of his Ustream sessions, he was like, 'hey fullofkash I know you gurllllllll!' omg whoaaaaaaaa *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Okkkkk that's all for my Dee Kosh craze. Go watch his videos, especially the one entitled, 'Toilet' and 'Me on relationships 2' FREAKING HILAR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week's the last week of school YES AH. This week has been very, very painful. With the continuous stab in the inside for the whole fucking week. I call it, 'The Great Depression ||' I'm glad I survived! Thank you to all my good FRIENDS :D especially Chan and Alicia! Been texting Alicia a lot lately :p essaysssssssssssss hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a goodnight sleep because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather is awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A full queen sized bed just for myselffff :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a comforter to make it extra cozy :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 pillows and a bolster. OH YEAH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow. NIGHT ALL. Oh and I MIGHT be updating picturesworthkeeping.blogspot.com!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1108787511682849240?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1108787511682849240/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1108787511682849240' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1108787511682849240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1108787511682849240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-mind-ill-find-someone-not-like.html' title='Never mind, I&apos;ll find someone not like youuuuu'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44bAYh8VT6M/TqGIC8IzrBI/AAAAAAAABUc/Fr8LCRbwmAw/s72-c/IMG_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2605592932450274767</id><published>2011-10-15T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:11:25.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement..... :D</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I deactivated my Facebook, I thought of a way to share my pictures. LIKE I SAID I LIKE TO BE UNIQUE SO YAAAAAA I DIG IDEAS OUTTA MY BRAIN TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BE UNIQUE UHM YA THAT'S ABOUT IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picturesworthkeeping.blogspot.com/"&gt;PICTURES NOT TO BURN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link there too &amp;lt;------------ I haven't uploaded the rest because the pictures are in high resolution and it's gonna take me the whole night + dawn if I upload all the pics I uploaded on my previous FB account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm not some despo mama posting my pictures online to let the whole world see it's just because I wanna share the love, don't ya call me despo BECAUSE I'M SURE POSTING PICTURES &lt;s&gt;OF YOURSELF IN THE TOILET&lt;/s&gt; &amp;nbsp;ON &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; IS ABOUT THE SAME THING AM I RIGHT AM I RIGHT TO SAY THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2605592932450274767?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2605592932450274767/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2605592932450274767' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2605592932450274767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2605592932450274767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/advertisement-d.html' title='Advertisement..... :D'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-447870968283798205</id><published>2011-10-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:55:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze and love is a riddle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhTR3MR7YvI/TpbF8H-6vZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BbZ3unQqpcM/s1600/IMG_1298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhTR3MR7YvI/TpbF8H-6vZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BbZ3unQqpcM/s640/IMG_1298.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GguGAyyM3P8/TpbGBtHEaYI/AAAAAAAAAss/CW88djxBQEc/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GguGAyyM3P8/TpbGBtHEaYI/AAAAAAAAAss/CW88djxBQEc/s640/IMG_1299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3fg62hRfPM/TpbGIXeH39I/AAAAAAAAAs0/PKFa1xB4Pdk/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3fg62hRfPM/TpbGIXeH39I/AAAAAAAAAs0/PKFa1xB4Pdk/s640/IMG_1303.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; 3 PICTURES I TOOK THAT I AM PROUD OF. Sometimes when I get bored, I take Albert's cam and I take random stuffs OR WHEN the sun rays shine on whatever object that gets shined on and I take 'em BUT THEY JUST FAIL BECAUSE I FAIL AT PHOTOGRAPHY. Albert's DSLR has so mauch buttons to press that I don't even know which to press :p And these photos are raw, people. They ain't edited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKK SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AFTER 2 FREAKIN' WEEKS OF MEMORIZING EVERY SINGLE DAY, I'll get to rest and sleep earlier this time. Well that's all I can say because everyone will be like 'HOOO YEAH EXAMS ARE OVER' on their blog posts, and they'll elaborate on them. I don't wanna bore my readers by reading that line over and over again because I like being uniquely SPECIAL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is how Albert's workstation looked like when we exchanged work stations because I needed a bigger table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClFtPUgkNeo/TpbGN_TQoiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2TigfMTRNGM/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClFtPUgkNeo/TpbGN_TQoiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2TigfMTRNGM/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't dare to enlarge it because it's too humiliating, it's so damn messy. Sorry bird :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it now I forgot what to talk about because I went for my dinner............ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ms Lim texted me after my art exam saying there's training today, my mood meter went from HAPPINESS to GREAT DEPRESSION ||..... I'm sorry but in my opinion, training has been unproductive since my coach D left :( I'm trying to convince myself that Mr Chin's training is fun but... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAY STARTED OFF WITH WAKIN' AT UP 7:20 to get ready for my full day training. I reluctantly got my ass of my bed and left my house at 8:05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First part of the training was a-okay, though I felt so damn sleepy. I SLEPT AT 1:30AM MONDAY NIGHT DOING MY STUPID PREP WORK. We used the basketball court, had to be outdoors. Grad classes using the hall. We did warm up and all......... there's two parts to my training today, one in the morning and another in the afternoon. In the morning we had endurance/physical training. GOD I FELT SO DAMN FAT FOR NOT EXERCISING FOR A MONTH. It was pretty chaotic because both B'div and C'div were doing the exercise.... but we were split into groups. There were a lot of jumping, and skipping rope with Meilian was fun, I kept pausing because the rope kept hitting my hair -.- the weather wasn't so bad because it was in the morning, so the sun wasn't microwave-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I didn't hate the drills, quite a number of people already gave up halfway but I think it was worth sweating like mad :) Sooo uhm I don't wanna talk about the whole first part, because I don't think a lot of people would interested. OH AND I PIGGYBACKED CHAN. It was hilarious because her legs kept tightening and poking my sides and I would weaken and laugh HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a 'good' 40 push ups before being DISMISSED for lunch at 11ishhhhh. I went home to take my lunch because I wanna save $$, what I had at home was healthier and I got to CHANGE MY FREAKIN' SHIRT THAT WAS DAMN WET BECAUSE OF MY SWEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school at 11:30. While on my way to school, I saw my team crossing the traffic light AND I DON'T KNOW WHO, I THINK CHAN (she's the only one who does these things) SKIPPED ACROSS THE ROAD LIKE SOME 5 YEAR OLD GIRL -______________________-''''''' NOW I can see myself with them, 10 crazy girls. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was BURNIN' hot at 12 and our ball training started at 12. I don't see how some of my teammates still can play crazily under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some weird drills until 3:30.... and Ahlian and I had the HARDEST TIME SETTING UP THE FREAKIN' NET. Only the two of us did AND DO YOU NOW HOW HARD IT IS TO SET UP THE NET AND HOOK IT TO SOME RETARDEDLY OLD POLE! -.- Of course you don't because you HAVEN'T TRIED. Oh and when Mr Chin came to help only AFTER we set up the net, I was like, 'eh why is the net so high?' 'no it's not high it's because you short' I FEEL LOVED...... not! :p he's like Mr Soh. Mr Soh has this SERIOUS face but friendly face that never changes, SO YOU DON'T KNOW WHETHER HE'S JOKING OR WHAT. He should win an award for being the most sarcastic teacher award, because his sarcasm can make you looked stunned for like 5 seconds with your jaw dropped and THEN you'll realize that he was actually sarcastic and tryna make a joke. One of the examples, I was keeping the net after the training and he was helping me to unlock the cage. And there was a bag of something on top of it, and I asked him, 'what is this for ah?' 'it's for naughty people...' (I thought he was saying that the balls inside were meant for naughty people to be punished) AND I GAVE HIM A blank face for 3s and finally got what he was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDERS, IF YOU EVER TALK TO MR SOH, YOU HAVE TO READ &lt;i&gt;BETWEEN&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;LINES&lt;/i&gt; IF YOUR conversation with him turns weird all of a sudden. Dang his idioms must be so damn professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of point again...... -.- SO AFTER setting up the net, we did some service and backcourt spiking. The sun was burnin' ma exposed skin and it felt so damn &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; to be tanned unequally........ OH AND because my skin tone is really RETARDED NOW, I did something 'smart' to equalize my arm tan, by putting up my sleeve to expose that white part BUT THEN I REALIZED when I tan the upper part of my arm, the lower on is being tanned too................ -.- A BIT STUPID AH. A little bit only :p But end result, it's a bit darker now, but my face is blacker. OH WELL. I'm a sportsman so I shouldn't complain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SURE TIRING. BUT a good head-start for other training sessions to come! Oh and Mr Chin admitted that he's a 'moving flesh' HAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON- yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our art exam, Vanna, Meilian, Try and Chan came over. I asked the whole team but half of them can't.......... We had our lunch first, and Ahlian and Chan played with the PSmove first while Vanna and Try used my laptop to watch some China drama. A lot of things happened BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played the piano while Chan sang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BLOCK CATCHING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS PRETTY FUN THOUGH BECAUSE CHAN didn't even know when to start singing then she messes up and I mess up too. She sang You and I, Someone Like you, Price Tag, Rolling in the Deep....... HAHA. Oh and Ahlian (YES LI MEILIAN) and Chan tried learning Price Tag on the piano with the music sheets and they were the cutest thing ever :') My music sheets only showed the letters like A B C D, (I can't read notes) so they used my post it notes to take note which key is which HAHAAHAHAHHHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW IT'S LIKE SUPER IMMATURE BUT HAD NOTHING TO DO AND IT WAS SUPER TIRING. AND IT WAS FUN, we were all sweating like mad, and to add to it, we couldn't make so much noise, so imagine being chased without making any noise. HAHA. It was only my 2nd time playing block catching though.... HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT A LONG ENTRY BUT BETTER THAN NOTHING RIGHT?!?!?! OMG finally finished. YEAH BUDDYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT NIGHT AHEAD ALL :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WAIT-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBTPcIj8gj8/TpbyTUYQCwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fHAnLDmxGs8/s1600/Photo+255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBTPcIj8gj8/TpbyTUYQCwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fHAnLDmxGs8/s640/Photo+255.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me for my stupid face, BUT MEILIAN IS IN THE PICTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jnlM8PLLmoQ/TpbyUJw4KlI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XclUDi9hxdE/s1600/Photo+258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jnlM8PLLmoQ/TpbyUJw4KlI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XclUDi9hxdE/s640/Photo+258.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFFFFFF course she (Chan) HAD to paint my nails again :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a little bit fail only.. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a038KtXtlq8/TpbyUfBhikI/AAAAAAAAAtU/G-BH8em1SM4/s1600/Photo+259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a038KtXtlq8/TpbyUfBhikI/AAAAAAAAAtU/G-BH8em1SM4/s640/Photo+259.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG MEILIAN YOU SEXY THANG.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chan and Lian changed culottes! (oh and sorry my house is damn messy, friends come CONFIRM MESSY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88eb-LxQSjI/TpbyVUDNtqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kDMwT8h65w4/s1600/Photo+261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88eb-LxQSjI/TpbyVUDNtqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kDMwT8h65w4/s640/Photo+261.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR6xhdaelrA/TpbyWCEul3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/LP3VnjXUB10/s1600/Photo+268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR6xhdaelrA/TpbyWCEul3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/LP3VnjXUB10/s640/Photo+268.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we do best- EYEBROW RAISING!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-447870968283798205?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/447870968283798205/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=447870968283798205' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/447870968283798205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/447870968283798205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title='I&apos;m just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze and love is a riddle!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhTR3MR7YvI/TpbF8H-6vZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BbZ3unQqpcM/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-7599972709312811012</id><published>2011-10-05T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:31:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who&amp;apos;s laughing now?</title><content type='html'>By Jessie J. Preeetty catchy! (Who's* Blogger app on iTouch needs to be upgraded!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inyway (pinay maid accent :p) my life after school right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) eat&lt;br /&gt;2) shower&lt;br /&gt;3) memorize some chunk of geography words for 3-4 hours (its not that I'm hardworking, it's just that I can't concentrate when I'm tired in the after school. I memorize half way can fall asleep, look out the window and think about other things or play with my hair by experimenting what happens when I put it in the standing fan beside me HAHA. I CAN memorize, but it doesn't stay inside :( )&lt;br /&gt;4) do one chapter of science&lt;br /&gt;5) IF I have time I'll do my homework or math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how lifeless my life is. Why do you even call it life when it's lifeless? Since last Friday I have been memorizing like a mad COW every single day. Geography, science, home Econ. All are memory work. I still have history to start (yeah I haven't started...) and art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAPPPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homagash. My daily tasks since last Friday; complete one chapter of science and geography, a little math. For last Sunday and saturday I still had home Econ to memorize -.- wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKKK it's late, just a quick one.... Not :p Omg I'm sad my 600th entry has already been pushed down until it disappeared... It was that macaronianly long entry about June camp :( MY NEXT POST: NEXT WEEK WEDNESDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT AND TTFN :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-7599972709312811012?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7599972709312811012/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=7599972709312811012' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7599972709312811012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7599972709312811012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-laughing-now.html' title='Who&amp;amp;apos;s laughing now?'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5940035123421465408</id><published>2011-09-30T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:57:41.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marimar</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is respect. Get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tdtFW0bZkQ/ToXFaKb8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HP8DPFD5CqA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.25.16+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tdtFW0bZkQ/ToXFaKb8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HP8DPFD5CqA/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.25.16+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was just one of the crazy hairstyles I had..... :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuPEsKBQ8KA/ToXFiY-75JI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YDisZ2lru4I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.25.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuPEsKBQ8KA/ToXFiY-75JI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YDisZ2lru4I/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.25.36+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRxaif38C8o/ToXFmhExY7I/AAAAAAAAAsM/mSmsTdtEjtc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.28.07+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRxaif38C8o/ToXFmhExY7I/AAAAAAAAAsM/mSmsTdtEjtc/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.28.07+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;only Chan knows why I did this face. HAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken over a year ago. A birthday video for my momma. For entertainment purposes only. End of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5940035123421465408?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5940035123421465408/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5940035123421465408' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5940035123421465408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5940035123421465408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/marimar.html' title='Marimar'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tdtFW0bZkQ/ToXFaKb8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HP8DPFD5CqA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+9.25.16+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4642894506260869993</id><published>2011-09-25T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:13:20.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause she&amp;apos;s far, far away</title><content type='html'>Far Away by Tyga Ft Chris Richardson and What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction (no shit). GO LISTEN TO THEM NOW :D I know it's little bit weird for a girl to listen to a song that's meant for guys to agree with (&lt;i&gt; cause SHE'S far far away&lt;/i&gt;) but it stayed in ma mind today. So YA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING ABOUT TODAY I STILL CAN'T FIND ALBERT'S BEATS. OH GODDD. It's a wonder how Albert's not panicking that they're no where to be found and he got them at a SUPER special price. And they ain't replica. Ah smell sumthin' fishy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we're FINALLY getting our math CT tomorrow. Hope my math teacher doesn't drag again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE SHE'S FAR FARRR AWAYYYYY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great week ahead all. GUHNIGHT MA HOMIES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4642894506260869993?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4642894506260869993/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4642894506260869993' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4642894506260869993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4642894506260869993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-she-far-far-away.html' title='Cause she&amp;amp;apos;s far, far away'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3621376333827858284</id><published>2011-09-25T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:18:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where can the Beats go, oh where oh where can it freaking
be?!?</title><content type='html'>I. CAN. NOT. FIND. ALBERT'S. BEATS. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3621376333827858284?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3621376333827858284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3621376333827858284' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3621376333827858284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3621376333827858284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-where-oh-where-can-beats-go-oh-where.html' title='Oh where oh where can the Beats go, oh where oh where can it freaking&#xA;be?!?'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5397173230302385342</id><published>2011-09-21T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:14:09.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludicrous</title><content type='html'>"CHLOE! what does ludicrous mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm.... I don't know. Maybe it's a name"&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Because of Ludac-- (was about to say Ludacris"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;I&gt;ludicrous&lt;/I&gt; ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5397173230302385342?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5397173230302385342/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5397173230302385342' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5397173230302385342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5397173230302385342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/ludicrous.html' title='Ludicrous'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8914475219704168209</id><published>2011-09-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:54:09.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An experience of being an unexperienced volleyball referee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf4YY9WsL2E/TnTBlozYuVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/oX7KQ35kOB4/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf4YY9WsL2E/TnTBlozYuVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/oX7KQ35kOB4/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching our videos (AND NO NIGAHIGA IT'S NOT A 'THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU WATCH YOUR VIDEOS' THING. IF you don't know what I mean, you're lost.... :p) just now because had nothing to do and THIS MADE MY NIGHT. Can't wait to make videos again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agrAjV3v2c8/TnTCZMNd2MI/AAAAAAAAAr8/EOJEz-3vl9U/s1600/IMG_0261.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agrAjV3v2c8/TnTCZMNd2MI/AAAAAAAAAr8/EOJEz-3vl9U/s320/IMG_0261.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....................... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS AN AWESOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL KEEEEEEEEEEEEED :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off with wakin' up at 8am and I left for WDP excitedly. I got off the 888 bus stop to 'fetch' Try from under her block so we can go to WDP together. We reached the foyer at 8:50am. We weren't the last one, Meilian was ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO UHM DUH IT WAS OBVIOUSLY FUN? We (Chan, Meilian, Vanna, Try, Nadine, Jen, Siewming and I) all had turns to be the referee of each game (AND I TELL YA I FELT LIKE I'M AT THE TOP OF THE WURLDZ 'CUZ I GOT TO BLOW THE WHISTLE............. LIKE A BOZZ :D) and play against primary school teams and not worry about winning or losing because we just went there for the sake of coach D (AWESOMEST COACH) and refereeing. There was one time, this smart Chan, actually two incidents that epically happened to Chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wanted to receive the ball by her side, but the floor was too slippery and she ended up doing a 98% split but then she fell backwards hahahahahahahahahahahahhahhaa. I saw her leg WIDE OPEN and her PAINFUL-OUCH face and I just laughed on the spot ^^ ya should have been there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her turn to serve, she tossed the ball up, but the ball was too far so in the end she digged it over......... -.- :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway I haven't even completed my intro LOL. We all walked up to the school hall (it SUCKED that the guys got to use the Indoor sports hall..... where's the gentlemeness here!?) being noisy and uncivilized, as usual. When we entered the hall, we saw coach D talking to her girls, waited for 5 seconds before SHE HUGGED EACH AND EVERYONE OF US :'-) :'-) AS GOOD AS HUGGING WHOEVER YOU THINK HUGS YOU AND EVERYTHING IN THE SURROUNDING DARKENS AND GLITTERS STARTS TO FALL OFF THE CEILING WITH THE CHOIR SINGING IN HIGH PITCH WITH A SPOT LIGHT :'D :'D She all hugged us 2 by 2 then this Meilian so es-pe-see-al, solo sia!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhmmmmmm we then changed from our slippers to court shoes, Siewming, Try and I started with the scores, PVP and WDP played first. Vanna the 'supporting' referee and Meilian the referee. The other court with Nadine and Jen. Second game we finally played against..... Concord primary. Coach told us not to kill the ball because they were primary school players. But we were like totally &lt;b&gt;mei&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;lian&lt;/b&gt; sia, actually only me HAHA because I served thrice that game and 2 were not over the net -.- well am sorry I can't control my strength to 50% LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played quite a few games and got to be the referee for 2 games. There was one time Concord Primary's setter asked me to check their rotation and I'M LIKE yeahhhhhhh because I'm the coach of your team and I know what your positions are.................................... not. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUP it was mad fun, especially with all the laughing and socializing :) Jen had to go earlier, like 11. She didn't get to eat with us. We left WDP at 12. But OF COURSE we told coach D everything about what's happening to the team. All her facial expressions were PRICE TO THE LESS BABY. And again, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO SEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOOOOOO we (minus Siewming, who went home earlier because her house was just across and Nadine, who went home earlier too) all walked to 888 to have our lunch at KFC (FATTY TTM (holy f- ahlian language ALERT)) AND I HAD THE BEST TIME I HAD THERE. FOR 3.5 HOURS. JUST TALKING AND TALKING AND TALKING ABOUT EVERYTHING. We were so into our conversation that we even forgot about the time :p actually it was raining and waited for it to stop, but whatever we were talking about was too interesting ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chan went earlier because she wanted to do her revision. Try, Vanna, Meilian and I talked about a lotttt of things. It was more or less of a heart to heart talk (at a fast food restaurant? really?) because I've never heard Mei and Vanna talked about whatever we talked about. A few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's all in the INNER beauty and not the LIAN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanna asked me, if I were a boy, which girl would I ask for stead in our team?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meilian and her love talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't gonna talk about the first point because it's straight to the point. I know some people, goes for the looks but whatever we talked about today made me realize that it's more of the INNER beauty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she asked me that at first, I thick-skinned a little bit and said my own name :P HAHAHAHAHAHAH ok readers DON'T get me wrong ok I WAS JUST PLAYIN'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she asked me that at first, of course I needed time to think, when I was thinking they said 'of course Sing laaaaaaaaaa' LOL and I got owned, but for real, I gave Meilian as the answer. This is MY opinion and I have my own reasons. If only I can ask the whole team (including myself :p) I would but I gave Meilian as in answer. And I have my personal reasons :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked us what's our ideal man and I was like -_______________________________-''''? I can never answer that question because there's wayyyy too much stuffs to describe my 'ideal man'. Try and I had the same answer, 'whichever ~impresses~ would be the one' :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she told us that (this person) had a boyfriend for 1.5years (they already broke up, and they're in the upper sec. Don't worry, not in the sec 2 batch :D) and they didn't hold hands, hugged, kiss and all those and I told her, 'Meilian, it's not a must to do those things once you get together with someone. There's no law saying that's a must, so what if they didn't do those stuff? Ok what, be special. Be unique! In the end what matters most the &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; the physical activities you were involved with the person. Take it slow if not you'll regret after everything messes up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok not exactly but somewhere there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to end of with something Vanna said, which surprised me and have never ever expected that she would say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stick with one man and not stead everywhere"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GR8 DAY TODAY. GOOD TO SEE COACH D TODAY. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8914475219704168209?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8914475219704168209/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8914475219704168209' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8914475219704168209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8914475219704168209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/experience-of-being-unexperienced.html' title='An experience of being an unexperienced volleyball referee'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf4YY9WsL2E/TnTBlozYuVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/oX7KQ35kOB4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8603533435798465183</id><published>2011-09-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:16:35.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to know what love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I realised I get distracted very easily. Somebody walk past, I look. Somebody move their body, I look. Somebody turn behind, I look. Something fly past, I look. Blogging until halfway, go read tumblr funniest posts. Texting until halfway, go out talk to my family. Teacher talk until halfway, I suddenly sing to myself. Sleeping until h&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;alfway, go toilet. (LOL THIS IS NOT PART OF DISTRACTION)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yes, this is how distracted I am -___________- . And I don't like it cuz this way, I can never concentrate in class. I keep looking around for things to do......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well said. It's all taken from &lt;a href="http://triplethehappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alvina's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't type that or anything. I copy pasted it because it totally explained my day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Gonna see&amp;nbsp; MY own coach D tomorrow. I'm thrilled. Night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8603533435798465183?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8603533435798465183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8603533435798465183' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8603533435798465183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8603533435798465183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-know-what-love-is.html' title='I want to know what love is'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3643891291187880625</id><published>2011-09-15T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:37:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>OK WAIT I NEED TO SHARE SOMETHING THAT MADE ME LAUGH RANDOMLY AT NIGHT. YES, IT &lt;b&gt; HAS &lt;/b&gt; TO BE SHARED :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken from Siewming's (inevitabl-e.blogspot.com) and the amount of 'xD's in each entry is making me laugh for some reason. (and I quote)' CUTEDIEYOU (holy fuck did I just type that) SIEWMAI ^^&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XvCHzymQ-g4/TnIbp_wqcbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5P2Vx9EjNZ0/s640/blogger-image--558598365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XvCHzymQ-g4/TnIbp_wqcbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5P2Vx9EjNZ0/s640/blogger-image--558598365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3643891291187880625?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3643891291187880625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3643891291187880625' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3643891291187880625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3643891291187880625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XvCHzymQ-g4/TnIbp_wqcbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5P2Vx9EjNZ0/s72-c/blogger-image--558598365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-108956583867549228</id><published>2011-09-15T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:28:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La ni de underwear chu lai!</title><content type='html'>(inside joke for my title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replying people 'Ok' when they send you a nice text. Yeah, like when people send you a &lt;3 text you give them an 'ok' back. LOL. Classic among my team ^^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jftO5puVpu4/TnILe7r0ioI/AAAAAAAAArw/NtzgbqyX62Y/s640/blogger-image-660094942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jftO5puVpu4/TnILe7r0ioI/AAAAAAAAArw/NtzgbqyX62Y/s640/blogger-image-660094942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-108956583867549228?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/108956583867549228/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=108956583867549228' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/108956583867549228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/108956583867549228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-ni-de-underwear-chu-lai.html' title='La ni de underwear chu lai!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jftO5puVpu4/TnILe7r0ioI/AAAAAAAAArw/NtzgbqyX62Y/s72-c/blogger-image-660094942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1833854572946141694</id><published>2011-09-14T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:23:53.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 4 week 1 day 3</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL, just a short update because I wanna try blogging using the Blogger App for i(pad/touch/phone), well basically Apple devices LOL. It seems cool so yaaaa ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this week has been, good but not productive at all. After the Math test I have been studying for the last week, I never touched my books already because I need to rest man. I'M STILL A HUMAN. I promise with my &lt;3, tomorrow after school I'm gonna plan my days until the last paper for EOY. I'm gonna plan specifically so I can follow and NOT REGRET WHEN I GET TO SEC 3. I don't have art to finish so KAS, NO EXCUSES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm yeah this week has been good because the test was a-okay. And we may probably receive them tomorrow. Science CT will be given next week -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YEAH SERENA AND RAIFANA (primary school bffs &lt;3) WILL BE COMING OVER TO MY HOUSE AND DO A PROPER VIDEO PUBLISHED USING MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL AFTER EXAMS :DDDD. I'll be on the piano, Serena on guitar and both Rai and Serena will be singing ^^ GONNA BE FUN. I. AM. THRILLED! can't w8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKKK IMMA SLEEP GR8 NIGHT AHEAD PEEPS OF THE WURLDZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bmBq4epTbeU/TnC4LUEexNI/AAAAAAAAArs/tTIOcceTFuE/s640/blogger-image-408647386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bmBq4epTbeU/TnC4LUEexNI/AAAAAAAAArs/tTIOcceTFuE/s640/blogger-image-408647386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1833854572946141694?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1833854572946141694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1833854572946141694' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1833854572946141694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1833854572946141694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/term-4-week-1-day-3.html' title='Term 4 week 1 day 3'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bmBq4epTbeU/TnC4LUEexNI/AAAAAAAAArs/tTIOcceTFuE/s72-c/blogger-image-408647386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Woodlands Woodlands</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.433973 103.799253</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-7868994821844057618</id><published>2011-09-10T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:42:56.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I put my hands up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-image removed- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored that I played around with Blogger's new..... page layout (I JUST REALIZED IT'S ORANGE NO WONDER IT'S SO B-E-A-UTIFUL to me :D) and I took a screenshot of this, and I actually published at least an entry (SEE I AIN'T BLOGGER SLACKER!) EXCEPT for September 2009. I went for a hiatus because it was the PSLE period, but frankly speaking I wasn't studying, in fact I didn't study at all (THAT EXPLAINS MY AGG OF 195 HAHAHAHAHA), all I did was stay back every single freakin' day just to play and play and play volleyball at the Indoor Sports Hall (at least I got to enjoy my last year :D) with whoever was there. Usually those from 6 Creative '09 (oh my goshh I miss ma crazy class &amp;lt;3) or my teammates or the younger ones OR MEILIAN AND her brother. Ohhh man they were so young and &lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt; way back then ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY A FEW THINGS YO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;W2F8 supper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Today's library sesh with Chan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young celebrities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School......... :'-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Before I talk about those 4 points,&amp;nbsp; my momma just called me from the Singapore Indoor Stadium and I heard damn lots of girls screaming their tonsils and lungs out while SHINee performed 'Hello'. AND AGAIN, like when Serena went for the Taylor Swift concert, I was ~indirectly~&amp;nbsp; on the phone with whoever was singing the chorus for that song :p HAHA OK AWKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First point- W2F8 supperrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an impromptu decision, I got a text from Sing asking if I wanted to go. Since I haven't been going out to HAVE FUN and not to the library, I might as well meet with the clique! I was supposed to leave my house with my brother but he this &lt;i&gt;flying animal&lt;/i&gt; told me last minute that&amp;nbsp; I have to go there myself -.- He left around 9:20pm and I left at 9:40pm. But he was unlucky enough to miss the bus and I eventually boarded the same bus as him :) HAHA. BUT I alighted first -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing said to meet at Al Ameen (@ Woodgrove, behind Loy Kee) at 10 but I was the first to reach at like 10:05pm and I was alone. Super awkward la -.- Xinpei and Sing finally came and all the awkward balloons finally flewwwwww :D we started to talk talk talk talk just about everything and anything :D The clique had full attendance! And I thought &lt;b&gt;SIEWMING&lt;/b&gt; couldn't attend hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuffs I noticed (because I was bored like that):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinpei, Pantita, Albert, Minghwee and Sing all had Prata, the 7 of us had Milo Dino (WHICH WAS STUPIDLY EXPENSIVE FOR A CHEAP CUP SPOON AND AN OBVIOUSLY DISGUISED BUBBLE TEA STRAW -.-) and Minghwee had&lt;i&gt; teh tarik. &lt;/i&gt;We sat at a round table. In clockwise order (starting with the one exactly opposite me, from 12 o'clock): Xinpei, Pan, Siewming, Sing, Me, Kianshen, Minghwee and Albert. Imagine this: Siewming and Sing wore red shirts and I wore a shirt that was veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy close the tone of red, Kianshen was wearing black, Minghwee white, Albert black, Xinpei white and Pan super dark blue that looks like black (ASG shirt colour) SO IT WAS LIKE COOL and some more we any how sit one sia. So yeahhhh after our supper (around 11:45pm) we proceeded to the basketball court nearby, well-known as &lt;b&gt;338&lt;/b&gt; and just sat and talk about almost everything. From slapping jokes to awkward jokes, Kianshen's brother to teachers, from (Xinpei's &lt;i&gt;epic) &lt;/i&gt;hand stands to &lt;i&gt;(Xinpei's)&lt;/i&gt; yoga, and there was one time the rest were talking about upper sec stuffs and Sing and I were so lost that we lied down and just looked at the moon. It looked like it was gonna rain because the clouds were so scary, but in the end today only rain -.- the weather funny ah! We chatted until 12:30am and I don't know who told us that the last bus already left, but when Pan, Siewming and Albert and I walked home (I KNOW RIGHT. WHAT A DISTANCE. As good as walking home from church!), 2-3 buses drove past us........ -.- but never mind. A good walk, with the dark roads and the wind and all the chatting :D I only got home at like 1:15-1:30am, PEED STRAIGHT AWAY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO PEE FOR 2 HOURS, rested a while, took a shower, packed my back and went to sleep at 3am. INSOMNIA SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's library with Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when I was about to sleep, I totally forgot about the library we had planned earlier during the supper. Thank god I remembered if not she would have killed me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO first thing I realized- I freakin' forgot to bring my pencil case. -.- ME SO GENIUS. UH HUH. I had to wait for Sing for 25 minutes because she had to claim her wallet. But she didn't because the service SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. was. not. productive. at. all. END OF. Only went home at 4pm and I was (and still am) dead tired and didn't get my ass off the sofa for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up- young celebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Song is pregnant. -.- And ya know who the guy is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACE CYRUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By his surname, you probably think he's Miley Cyrus' brother, well yes he is. He's in the band called Metro Station. Well actually Brenda's not really young nor old, she's 23 this year. But to think of it, she was in Zack and Cody and that Wendy Wu movie... she was from Disney and Disney's for kids. What's happening to Disney stars :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-image removed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Miley still looks pretty decent here, not until she turned 18 and started doing all those stupid things. What's happening to the world D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND SOMETHING FOR ALVINA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-image removed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband wears women's jeans.... well that may probably start a trend. &lt;i&gt;But not for my man &lt;/i&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (inside joke :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last and the most dreadful point- &lt;i&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's probably like 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' at the back of their minds because of school and EOY papers are in less than 28 days O M G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages that school's less than 48 hours away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stressful 3 weeks ahead :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying till the world ends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My class will be gettin' our science common test back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah that's about it..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a short entry for a duration of 2 hours of typing :p well sorry I can't multitask&amp;nbsp; (HENCE THE DURATION) properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ma' momma and my sister just came back from the SHINee concert and I have NEVER seen my mum so crazy and excited over Korean stuffs that she used to be annoyed with....... hahaha :p now that Chloe's telling me damn loads of crazy stuffs that happened there, I should have went, JUST FOR EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to sleep before the next day comes............. HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a dark night ahead all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-7868994821844057618?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7868994821844057618/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=7868994821844057618' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7868994821844057618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7868994821844057618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-so-bored-that-i-played-around.html' title='I put my hands up!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6872288965396560526</id><published>2011-09-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:55:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super unproductive day :(</title><content type='html'>It's 8:18pm and I'm blogging................................................... today has been the most unproductive day of the September holidays 2011 :( I was supposed to finish 50% of my art (I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT ART AND BOOK TRAILS. UGH :( ) BUT I got distracted by anything and ANYONE (Albert *CHOKE*) I see in the house. I only did my draft. Screw ma life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sing just texted me saying there's a W2F8 supper. We're all finally meeting after................. a few months. Hope it'll be fun :) AND I don't think I'll be eating, I'm MAD full right now. Koi made me full until cannot breathe already. I feel like I have Santa Claus' belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkk I have nothing to talk about right now.... well actually I have some stuffs to talk about but I'm really lazy. AH SO SORRY (Ahlian's style!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND. ALBERTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUOuZyoQmo/TmoMp6bGKII/AAAAAAAAArY/l8MuYdbJdRY/s1600/286472_270106173007154_100000233219072_1063650_308841707_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUOuZyoQmo/TmoMp6bGKII/AAAAAAAAArY/l8MuYdbJdRY/s640/286472_270106173007154_100000233219072_1063650_308841707_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA CUTE LITTLE THANG &amp;lt;3333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6872288965396560526?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6872288965396560526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6872288965396560526' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6872288965396560526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6872288965396560526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/super-unproductive-day.html' title='Super unproductive day :('/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUOuZyoQmo/TmoMp6bGKII/AAAAAAAAArY/l8MuYdbJdRY/s72-c/286472_270106173007154_100000233219072_1063650_308841707_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-398582464764029934</id><published>2011-09-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:49:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's you, you're the one I love, you're the one I neeeeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iGlJEZ3keRU" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Title: Love On Top lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this for 2 nights now, thanks to MTV VMAs 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHT0W11Rbek/TmeJo8clzgI/AAAAAAAAArM/_NkeGOHi2fE/s1600/300318_197447083653702_100001652351881_485130_1704060397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHT0W11Rbek/TmeJo8clzgI/AAAAAAAAArM/_NkeGOHi2fE/s640/300318_197447083653702_100001652351881_485130_1704060397_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE A BOSS (LIKE HOW NIGAHIGA SAYS IN HIS NEW VIDEO HAHAHA :D)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1FNYChbbZ8/TmeJp7WBlAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Okz0ukD9qjQ/s1600/296713_197441643654246_100001652351881_485075_995261876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1FNYChbbZ8/TmeJp7WBlAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Okz0ukD9qjQ/s640/296713_197441643654246_100001652351881_485075_995261876_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the cabin (PS: ALBERT TOOK THE WHOLE RIDE JUST TO TAKE THIS SHOT. SO UHM YEAH. I SHOULD CREDIT HIM :D)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiii all today wasn't a very good day because I only got to start my revision at 3pm, and lasted for 6:51:28 (I time myself to see whether I improve each day!) but MINUS ABOUT 1.5h BECAUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had dinner from 7:30-8pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT WAS SO DAMN HOT IN THE AFTERNOON that I couldn't concentrate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was starving, AND SO I WENT OUT to SUPPOSEDLY to take food and continue again BUT while eating I got distracted by the TV show Kianshen and Albert were watching......-.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOO yeah I killed math today again. For the whole week all I did was math math math and more math. I didn't even touch Science... I BETTER GET A PASS (YES THAT'S ALL I NEED) FOR NEXT WEEK'S MATH COMMON TEXT IF NOT I'LL SUE THE PAPER SETTER AND SHOW HER WHAT I DID FOR THE ONE WEEK HOLIDAY. Daily work ok, IT'S AS GOOD AS SCHOOL BUT at least 6 hours of crappin' math! No 'classmate' some more, NO DISTRACTION (except for today.... :D).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUHDAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up with Kianshen staring at me by the door like a pervert -.- It was around 11:30am, and Albert probably invited him to either play, study or just to slack here. AND SO, the first thing I saw was HIS *_* + ^_^ face, we stared at each other for like 5s and I covered myself with my blanket BECAUSE GOD KNOWS HOW I LOOK LIKE WHEN I JUST WAKE UP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EVEN I DON'T!!!!!!! And the worst thing was: my legs weren't closed (NOR IT WAS OPEN WIDE LIKE A FROG -.-), and I was wearing shorts................. ohhh awkkkkkkk. Kianshen please never ever do that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uhm I had lunch and lied down on the sofa and yeahhhhhhhhh. It was so hot that I was so lazy to get ma' ass of the sofa, and finally got to shower at around 2:30 and started at 3pm. Today was probably the day I got distracted a lot, Kianshen kept walking in and looking at my work and I can't concentrate. OH AND I think he's as distracted as I am when we're doing our own work. Around 1:30pm they (Bird and Lim (Kianshen)) were doing their own work at the dining area, only after 30 minutes, Lim finished one tasks and he started walking around the house and touching our ceiling and walking around and use the computer and SING LIKE AN OPERA SINGER (YES I KNOW RIGHT. HE SOUNDS LIKE ADELE, THE MALE VERSION... not :p) AND TEXTING THIS....... I'd rather not say it here, I want peace and not war :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooo yap. If I was annoyed with graphs yesterday, spheres crapped me up today -.- what I understood from this -&amp;gt; 'the volume of the cylinder is thrice the volume of the sphere' was cylinder: 3 units and sphere one unit. But the answers behind f-ing said that sphere was the 3 units.... It's good that I have other friends that has the same assessment as me, I can ask them for help. THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL AN INDEPENDENT LEARNER, MR CHEE. I stopped at set language and notations for today, I had no mood after I those 3 questions that I didn't know how to do. Tomorrow's task: JUST ON GRAPHS. Lim's gonna lend me his sec2 NA textbook tomorrow. I NEED to be familiar with chapter 5 and 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already 12:21am. Oh and I love Chao Mee Fen sooooo much. So so so much &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK SO I'M MOTIVATED x3 AGAIN. TRY DON'T BE JEALOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNIGHT TO CHAN, ALVINA AND TRY :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&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/5873463604688573696-398582464764029934?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/398582464764029934/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=398582464764029934' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/398582464764029934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/398582464764029934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-its-you-youre-one-i-love-youre-one.html' title='Baby it&apos;s you, you&apos;re the one I love, you&apos;re the one I neeeeed!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iGlJEZ3keRU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3661646251748177344</id><published>2011-09-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:53:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day day day day day</title><content type='html'>Today - tiring day&lt;br /&gt;Time I slept last night - 12:30am (SUPER PROUD OF IT OMGGGG :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;Time I woke up today - 9am&lt;br /&gt;Places I went to - library with Chan (FOR THOSE WHO DOESN'T KNOW CHAN -&amp;gt; SING CHAN -&amp;gt; XINTIEN (@Xintien) *cough my mum cough*), Esplanade, the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much summarizes whatever I wanna say out here, if only I can talk about them point by point I would, but I'm tired from all the walking and studying. But this entry is ridiculously too short so I'll elaborate a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first two paragraphs&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;post via iTouch notes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 9am to meet Chan at the library to do some SERIOUS revising and school work, and I repeat, SERIOUS. I know you're like, 'serious my ass!' but I don't know why we were god dang concentrated with our work today. (excluding the 30 minutes of chatting from 10-10:30 :P short already ok!) Probably because I was on Beats and she can't talk to be because I &lt;i&gt;temporary&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;lost&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;sense&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;hearing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;:p and she was on earphones too so yeah. We studied for about.. 4.5h. She did her Geography notes until can die sia, for some reason her notebook for Geography was A5 in size, she started with the.... 20th? page of the book and after our study session she was left with 5 freaking pages. Ya know how tiring that is?! Well I know I do because the chapter about land supply is creepin' BIG. A lot of words to copy and PLUS YOU need to change your pen colour often :D Colourful and neat notes are nice to study. They kinda motivate me. LOL ANYWAY I WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY WHEN I FINALLY KNOW WHAT GRADIENT ISSSSS OMGGGGGGGGGGGG. I bet you're like, 'gradient only!' BUTTT HELLO PUT YA'SELF IN MY SHOES (not literally though I have THE smallest feet size with only size 7 :p) my class already knew what gradient was since last year but I was from the NA stream and the NA stream only got to learn this year. But then unfortunately, I got transferred to Express stream and HENCE I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GRADIENT. BUT ANYWAY BIG LURVE LURVE AND THANKS TO SINGCHAN FOR HER SEC2 2A TEXTBOOK WHICH HELPED THE BOMB OUT OF MEEEEEEEE. Even though I took like 3 hours just to understand chapter 3.1-3.3 of S2NA textbook, IT WAS F-ING WORTH IT BABY. But I haven't read through 3.4 yet, which was the confusing one. It's all about y=mx + c -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY KIND NA STUDENT WHO WANNA LEND ME YOUR SEC 2A TEXTBOOK FOR LIKE A WEEEEEEK? :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhmmm yeah the last 30 minutes I did spheres and when I got home I didn't get to continue because I had to leave my house again once I reach home. My family and my aunt planned to go to the Singapore Flyer for free (IKR) at NIGHT. Albert and my aunt were so frustrated because when they were setting up their &lt;i&gt;weapons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; (AKA CAMERAS :D) in the cabin (Albert was pretty awkward though because there were only like 11 people in the cabin (2 couples, they were quiet, whispering words to each other LOL, and 2 Koreans that BARELY spoke) and only the 5 of us were talking (SOME MORE 2 PINOY AUNTIES. EXPECT MADNESS PEEPS). So when he was unpacking the camera and the tripod, there were loud unzipping-of-bags sound HAHAHA like &lt;i&gt;macam&lt;/i&gt; going for war like that) SO WHERE WAS I? I need to stop talking about so much things at one go LOL. Uhmm, OH YES WHEN THEY WERE UNPACKING THEIR CAMERA STUFFS MY AUNT FORGOT TO BRING THIS IMPORTANT piece of the tripod which connects the cam and the tripod and they NEEDED the tripod for a proper shot, if they take with their bare hands it's gonna be blurred. SO THIS POOR AND DESPERATE ALBERT used a SUPER MINI tripod and he was LITERALLY lying on the cabin floor already because that was how short the tripod was. LOL. He almost kicked the American couple behind him :P this is what you call photoGEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was AWE TO THE SOME. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE AT THE PEAK, THE NIGHT LIGHTS OF SG IS SO AMUSING :D It was cold up there though. HAHA. I'm too lazy to borrow my brother's cam. Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yeah I only got to reach home at 11pm AND MY LEGS ARE SOOO TIRED RIGHT NOW. We all walked quite a distance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH TWO REASONS WHY MY POST TURNED OUT TO BE A PRETTY LONG ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEW BLOGGER IS SO DAMN AWESOME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALVINA JUST TAGGED ME AND I'M SO HAPPY THAT NOT ONLY SINGCHAN READS ME BLOG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME SO MOTIVATED :) :) :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already 12:45am ( D: ) and I'll go lie down before Albert kicks me outta his bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT NIGHT AHEAD READERS. OR SHOULD I SAY, ALVINA AND SINGCHAN :D GOODNIGHT. LURVE LURVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3661646251748177344?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3661646251748177344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3661646251748177344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3661646251748177344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3661646251748177344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/tiring-day-day-day-day-day.html' title='Tiring day day day day day'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-9171493474126143802</id><published>2011-09-05T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:32:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study day day day day day</title><content type='html'>I have NO idea why I woke up at 9:30am today and couldn't sleep back, which was really weird because I've been waking up at 11:30-12:30 these days ( :( :( ). Oh and- I only got to sleep at 2am...... again :'( oh my godddddddddddddd. I lazed on my bed for an hour and finally got my ass off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/INx8ZZxZ5kY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Chester, thank you for singing my feeling out right now. :'-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my study sesh with myself (hahaha) earlier today, around 2pm (I was supposed to start at 12..... I'm &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;gonna win the world's best&amp;nbsp;procrastinator&amp;nbsp;award) and I got so freakin' pissed with chapter 5,6 and 9 (graphs and set language and notations) that I didn't even bother to continue chapter 5 and 6. Chapter 9 was such a bitch for 1.5 hours. I took 1.5h to CLEARLY understand subsets, equal sets and proper subsets. It took me 4 people to finally make me say 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I get it now!' well actually 3, Angel didn't reply my text instantly so I asked other people :P Anyway thanks to those who helped! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to understand chapter 5 and 6 but I'm still like a lost bird in the forest. That's the f-ing disadvantage for being an NA student- we didn't freaking study about graphs! Now I have to self-study the whole chapter about graphs -.- I don't know how James survives sec 2 math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like so fucking pissed with everything now. I feel so stresseddddddddddddd. I feel like I have a LOT of things to do but I don't know what. BUT WHYYYY. I'm literally typing damn hard (sorry Albert's keyboard which finally has a letter N now) on this keyboard and I keep pressing the wrong letter because I'm not used to this keyboard. I practically am swearing at everything now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-fE8u8VYidI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dope drum cover dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN&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/5873463604688573696-9171493474126143802?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9171493474126143802/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=9171493474126143802' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/9171493474126143802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/9171493474126143802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/study-day-day-day-day-day.html' title='Study day day day day day'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/INx8ZZxZ5kY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4946400918399718638</id><published>2011-09-04T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:54:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L, is for the way you look at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY ALL I FEEL SO HAPPY NOW. I studied for like almost 6 hours today and it feels AWESOME. It's almost like exercising but it's more of the brain, ya know? ^^ I studied the whole day, and yes literally whole day. 3pm - 10:30pm (with an hour break because of dinner) call me a nerd but I know you're feeling uneasy now because exam is less than 30 days now :p And I finished all my homework oh yesssss ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah that's about it. Oh wait, happy 14th Try :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT gonna sleep at 2:30 today again, I promise ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT AHEAD! &lt;i&gt;Lurve lurve ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole is playing in my iPod now, don't even ask my why it's in my playlist :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time check - 12:24PM. Time I woke up - 11am. Time I slept - 2:24am (holy shit hahahahaha). Reason for not getting ass off bed still - LAZINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I wanna have chao mee fen right now I'm so hungry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update l8r!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4946400918399718638?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4946400918399718638/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4946400918399718638' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4946400918399718638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4946400918399718638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me.html' title='L, is for the way you look at me'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8844138477053018517</id><published>2011-09-03T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:22:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/94RO4xVtmYw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast to breast (breast to breast)&lt;br /&gt;Wing to wing (wing to wing)&lt;br /&gt;Thigh to thigh (thigh to thigh) .... and it goes on and on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been annoying Chloe with this catchy and hilariously dope (for those who doesn't know, when I say dope, I meant COOL and not drugs or stupid. I bet you researched on it and found those two. Hahaha :P) song. In this California Chickennnnnnnnn...... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I celebrated my momma's birthday and it sure was tiring that I didn't even get to post..... Well actually I was lazy.. :P Procrastinators, UNITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one, because it's already 11:50pm and I don't want another pimple growing in (yes &lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt;) my nose... sad case, I know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEAdoeiVie0/TmJMdCodPhI/AAAAAAAAArA/LRnufO0knmc/s1600/302603_10150275633203364_632108363_7878784_4979210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEAdoeiVie0/TmJMdCodPhI/AAAAAAAAArA/LRnufO0knmc/s640/302603_10150275633203364_632108363_7878784_4979210_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Albert was enjoying the chocolate fountain beside us so much that he HAD to do this. I think my brother's a pretty dang-emo person. See his tweets (@_KYLEEEE) all so emo..... &lt;i&gt;emo gay shit&lt;/i&gt; :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4bIYvYfhI/TmJMdUvtR8I/AAAAAAAAArE/v3vy4ucboBM/s1600/303904_10150275632818364_632108363_7878778_19663_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4bIYvYfhI/TmJMdUvtR8I/AAAAAAAAArE/v3vy4ucboBM/s640/303904_10150275632818364_632108363_7878778_19663_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;Yes you!&lt;br /&gt;Stop drooling over this shiny and chocolate-y picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3saHJhkY9Zc/TmJMcwuq3gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2VPb0MM-ncY/s1600/320123_10150275635953364_632108363_7878820_156195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3saHJhkY9Zc/TmJMcwuq3gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2VPb0MM-ncY/s640/320123_10150275635953364_632108363_7878820_156195_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The assistant manager of Carousel, he's half pinoy... and half pinay (his own joke HAHAHAHA). If you get it... -wink- (but not the pervertic way) AND HE'S AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Omg Albert's sooooooooo good looking here. He should smile like this more often, lurve lurve bird &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDAWs4n06E/TmJMeM81qfI/AAAAAAAAArI/LNaBili8g6A/s1600/291700_10150275635118364_632108363_7878812_2325285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDAWs4n06E/TmJMeM81qfI/AAAAAAAAArI/LNaBili8g6A/s640/291700_10150275635118364_632108363_7878812_2325285_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: My momma; my aunt (best aunt you can ever have a sleep over with ^^)(and NO her shirt says SEXY and not sex.... ikr); - ; Chloe (TO CLARIFY: I'M 3 YEARS OLDER THAN HER IT'S JUST THAT I'M SHORT....er (coughcough... hahahahaha); Alberttttt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train to Orchard and had our lunch at Carousel. And I swear I freakin' ate for two hours and couldn't stop eating because the food was so freakin' good. Especially the dessert section (we were beside that heaven section, we were lucky ^^) because they had chocolate (dark and white) fountain, and they had spotlight-like light above it so it really looks like heaven. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE WHOLEEEE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third picture, Karlson (his name) and Albert, the only reason why they took picture together was because Albert 'respected him' BECAUSE Karlson admitted that he was gay in front of us. The conversation went a little bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karlson: Would you like me to help you to take a group picture? :)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Yea sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Karlson walked to his position, my mum asked him what his race was, and he was like, 'I'm half pinoy......................... and half pinay (pinay = female filipino)" And the 5 of us cracked up like noisy K2s in a school, the way he said it was really funny. Karlson kept saying that Albert was freakin' handsome in the way gays adore guys, ya know, like, 'heyyyyy how old are you? ^^' like in a flirty but jokey way. And Albert suddenly spoke to him in a SUPER high class English, he like &lt;i&gt;macam&lt;/i&gt; judge like that, he said that he 'respected him for admitting who he really is' and some other stuffs he said, and Karlson replied by saying, 'oh my god my panty dropped!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. He really was a funny man. OH AND when my aunt said that he 'answered like beauty contestant in Miss universe', he suddenly told us to ask him (yes he's kidna forced us to ask him that -_____-''') what was the most important part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What's the most important body part of the body?&lt;br /&gt;Karlson: My neck. Why? Because it holds my head which holds the crown I'll win tonight. *applause to himself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAYS. FOR. THE. WIN! Like what Chloe says, "I RESPECT GAYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhmmmmmmmm yeah that's kind of for the day. It's around 12 already so imma head to bed. Goodnight whoever reads my blog, have a great night ahead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve lurve &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8844138477053018517?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8844138477053018517/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8844138477053018517' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8844138477053018517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8844138477053018517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/california-chicken.html' title='California Chicken'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/94RO4xVtmYw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3585254958750607379</id><published>2011-09-02T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:44:25.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chan mali chan, HEY HEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtSrKkZTLao/Tl-xsAahDjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pLc-11vHLFk/s1600/Photo+on+2011-05-13+at+14.48+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtSrKkZTLao/Tl-xsAahDjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pLc-11vHLFk/s640/Photo+on+2011-05-13+at+14.48+%25233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check- 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; STOP LAUGHING SINCE 12 UNTIL O M G CHAN MALI CHAN WHY ARE WE SO FUNNY?! FUNNY UNTIL OWN JOKE ALSO CAN LAUGH UNTIL CAN DIE ONE HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LURVE LURVE SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY THAT PICTURE THERE, SING'S EPIC FACE MAN LOLOLOLOL. NEW SCREEN SAVER FOR PHONE? I THINK SO ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA! LURVE LURVE &amp;lt;3 ENJOY YOUR HIGH HEELS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T&lt;br /&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3585254958750607379?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3585254958750607379/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3585254958750607379' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3585254958750607379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3585254958750607379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/chan-mali-chan-hey-hey.html' title='Chan mali chan, HEY HEY!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtSrKkZTLao/Tl-xsAahDjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pLc-11vHLFk/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-05-13+at+14.48+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5364105189669363238</id><published>2011-09-01T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:54:29.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean honestly, you lied to me like I'm not there!</title><content type='html'>Ya gettin' on ma' nervesssssssssssss, get that? Listen to yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5364105189669363238?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5364105189669363238/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5364105189669363238' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5364105189669363238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5364105189669363238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-mean-honestly-you-lied-to-me-like-im.html' title='I mean honestly, you lied to me like I&apos;m not there!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1917969840181074860</id><published>2011-08-28T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:20:38.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream catchers, pretty picture frames and IKEA :D</title><content type='html'>(Please click images to enlarge/for the best quality :) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgsSxnsq4d4/Tloi68mlKFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j_vwH-EokvI/s1600/IMG_7496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgsSxnsq4d4/Tloi68mlKFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j_vwH-EokvI/s640/IMG_7496.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyfi3TAiLOM/TlouUhfv7sI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zgmO1lJDyOM/s1600/IMG_7500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyfi3TAiLOM/TlouUhfv7sI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zgmO1lJDyOM/s640/IMG_7500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From L-R, T-B:&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chloe; Sing and I; my parents; Albert and I; mom and I; Chloe and I; Albert (take a closer look at his epic face!), me and my cousin&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I with retarded faces; epic W2F8 jump shot; grandparents and I; Mei, Sing, Try and I; cousins and I; my team in China and my relatives and I at the Philippines :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeQIjH_qYaY/TlojiWohNQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/3Haj1mcC_L0/s1600/IMG_7506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeQIjH_qYaY/TlojiWohNQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/3Haj1mcC_L0/s640/IMG_7506.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Dream Catcher Sing got me for my b-dayyy :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwcar3ZMkk0/Tloju1vdfQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jzCkArq8tSY/s1600/IMG_7512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwcar3ZMkk0/Tloju1vdfQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jzCkArq8tSY/s640/IMG_7512.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bx0HxPQYzE/Tloj-RK5tPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/c_YXbLZRy6k/s1600/IMG_7513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bx0HxPQYzE/Tloj-RK5tPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/c_YXbLZRy6k/s640/IMG_7513.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Fhre6Mfv4/TlokU-7Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cMGYPgRbD8k/s1600/IMG_7517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Fhre6Mfv4/TlokU-7Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cMGYPgRbD8k/s640/IMG_7517.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abG4KgwVgzM/TlokghErf_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5a39wXSOy7k/s1600/IMG_7521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abG4KgwVgzM/TlokghErf_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5a39wXSOy7k/s640/IMG_7521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RWo716N3gw/Tlok0rs1cGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/8hWm0Ps8t6c/s1600/IMG_7522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RWo716N3gw/Tlok0rs1cGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/8hWm0Ps8t6c/s640/IMG_7522.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An epic shot Sing took with her PHONE camera, which turned out to look like she used a DSLR :) This particular picture is gonna be by my bed from today onwards &amp;lt;3 So if I ever complain that I see Sing every dream I have, THIS may possibly be the reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This morning I finally bought picture frames for the pictures I developed last week and I feel damn freakin' &lt;b&gt;happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I woke up at like 9am (IKR) to get dressed for IKEA shopping with my mum. We went to look for new stuffs to buy and I'm getting a new bed by Octoberrrrrr omg I am SO happyyyyyyyyy whoaaaa if I get my bed I sleep by 9pm also can ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I haven't finished my 8 tasks -.- MUST. FINISH. BY. TONIGHTTTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lurve lurve all (omg I always say this) &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1917969840181074860?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1917969840181074860/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1917969840181074860' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1917969840181074860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1917969840181074860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/dream-catchers-pretty-picture-frames.html' title='Dream catchers, pretty picture frames and IKEA :D'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgsSxnsq4d4/Tloi68mlKFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j_vwH-EokvI/s72-c/IMG_7496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8596310678958961986</id><published>2011-08-27T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:33:40.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y8Gf4-eT3w0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An official music video is FINALLY released, after listening to Cimorelli's version for a long time. I don't know why but this video stopped me from eating my marshmallows (I LOVEEEEE them) for 5 minutes and 22 seconds. Nothing ever stopped me from eating marshmallows. Looks like this did! &amp;lt;3 THIS SONG BETTER BE IN THE MTV CHARTS. #1!!!!!!!!!!! The Lazy Song, Party Rock Anthem Last Friday Night, The Edge of Glory and Give Me Everything has been boringly been in the top 5 for weekssssssssssssssssssssss now and it's annoying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve lurve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8596310678958961986?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8596310678958961986/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8596310678958961986' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8596310678958961986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8596310678958961986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-love.html' title='How to Love'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y8Gf4-eT3w0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1892075933638827399</id><published>2011-08-26T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:36:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah right, YEAH RIGHT!</title><content type='html'>It rained damn heavily this morning and it ruined my mood because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I walk to school..............&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raining -&amp;gt; AWESOME WEATHER TO SLEEP TO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached the school with my socks and shoes soaked and arms... but fortunately I brought my windbreaker along, if not I would have looked like Jen loong in 2-3's class picture during the CIP (CNY) :p NEW *COUGH* BORN BABY *COUGH*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanna said she wanted to borrow my windbreaker because she was freezing like mad, she forgot to bring hers. Being SUCH A GREAT FRIEND, I lent her mine. So during recess, in our table there were two named 'Kasandra's because the shirt I was wearing had my name printed on it and Vanna was wearing my windbreaker, which had my name. I forgot who, but I think it's Liping, she thought that Vanna was me from the backview :P Hahahaha we like to confuse to people. Van and I bought food together, went back to class side by side. KASANDRA TO THE POWER OF TWO, BUT ONE WHITE ONE BLACK, AND ONE SHORT AND ONE TALL. Hahahahahaahaha NON-IDENTICAL TWINS, wayyyy non- identical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had a sudden decision, Sing and I went to Republic Poly to 'study' since both of us had the studying mood. I had 8 tasks planned to finish BUT THEN what do you expect when you're with your best friend?! TALKING, LAUGHING AND MORE TALKING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to my house first, I changed outta my crappy uniform and we proceeded to her house so she can get changed and go to RP. While she was taking a bath, her brother was entertaining me, well actually he wasn't entertaining me, he was entertaining himself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was at her living room texting but he was running across the room so I looked at him and take a look at what he was doing. He was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ28g_NmKGQ/TleeVNlcZgI/AAAAAAAAApo/7m_XYUAM-v4/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ28g_NmKGQ/TleeVNlcZgI/AAAAAAAAApo/7m_XYUAM-v4/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He's in a diving position to dive into the sofa like his own personal swimming pool. Well in this case swimming sofa. No he didn't stay like that for me to take pictures but he REALLY dived and SMACKED his face FLAT onto the sofa and went stood up and did the same thing 5 times. I see he's a fan of swimming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was doing some backstroke here... Well either that or he got possessed. GOD BLESS YOU!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z3qjuJ17bk/Tlef1yJdWXI/AAAAAAAAAps/8w5pIGNPEeU/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z3qjuJ17bk/Tlef1yJdWXI/AAAAAAAAAps/8w5pIGNPEeU/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(And yes he had no pants on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After Sing took a shower, I asked her what he was doing and she replied, 'oh because he's going swimming later and he needs to practice...' 'on the sofa?' 'yeah.....' HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right after we proceeded to RP to have our lunch at Subway. By the time we started our work, it was already around 4.15pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got a table, nice, high class table BUT UNFORTUNATELY there was this Indian couple across our table. If you have been to RP's 'south' library, their tables are not like Woodland Civic's, theirs is better, its like a table with 4 chairs (duh) but it's separated by... this wooden.. wall/barrier/separators. I don't know how to explain so you should go there yourself. (Just because of this entry HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SO SING AND I sat beside each other and the couple across us. From where were sitting, we couldn't see them because of the separator. BUT THE GUY was like D E S P E R A T E and he kept kissing his girl on the cheek (thank god not on the lips if not I WOULD HAVE PULLED HIS CHEST HAIR -.-) and the girl would squeal and they would accidentally kick the table/wooden separator and from where Sing I were, they sounded like they were having (chapter 27).... AWKWARD. Sing and I kept looking each other and giving faces. But they stopped a while to watch a movie, which brings me to MA NEXT POINT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They quieted down for like 0.5h. Sing and I were doing our work. Small little things can distract us..... Especially ME. The library was quiet that moment and suddenly the Indian young lady across us commented 'wow she has 9 children?!' on her movie. Then I looked at Sing and she looked and me and we gave epic faces and for some reason, she said, 'my mum has 9 siblings' BUT I THINK I HAVE HEARING DISORDER and I heard, 'my mum was 300 siblings' AND I WAS LIKE WHATTTTTT?!?!?!?!?! She started laughing her blood out while I tried explaining despite my lack of breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"WAIT! How the hell can your mum have 300 siblings when the ovary only produces 250 matured eggs in a life time? Where did the other 50 come from? 25 pairs of twins ah!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Ya see Mr Kheng (spell?), I'm applying what I've learnt like how your 'boy' jumped up and down so that he won't have blocked nose..... :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we started imagining how her mum can have 300 siblings. Because you need 9 months so that &lt;i&gt;a baby will be fully developed and the cervix will push the baby out of the vagina.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;9 months times 250 (300 births, with 25 pair of twins)= 2250 months. So she suddenly said, 'everyday give birth' continued with LMFAO's tune, 'everyday I'm giving birth' -that tune after ' Everyday I'm shufflin' part'- and her..... &lt;i&gt;front&lt;/i&gt; starts going front and back, with the beat of the tune. And I replied, 'machine gun!?' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. You have NO idea how pain our stomach were :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SO yeahhhhhh from then on we were already distracted. Half way she started copying how people take picture of themselves while studying. Her face was EPIC. Can't post the picture here, too personalllll :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And thennnnnn we were talking about nose picking, nose hair and methods on how people pick their nose. Or the UNPROFESSIONAL way, how people DIG their nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why but she suddenly talked about nose digging.... -.- BUT I LIKE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1) Nose picking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2) Nose hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were wondering if the hair inside the nose was added to the 'changes to the boys and girls during puberty'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hair will start to grow in the pubic area, armpits and....................................... nose" (Yes with the line of suspense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA. And I quote, "it must have been hard being a woman.............. you can't stroke your beard" L O L!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Methods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me the different methods for picking the nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use of index finger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use of pinky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use of 2 fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not like least..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use of all ten fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA IMAGINE how freaking your nose will be! Expansion of nose. She asked me, 'I wonder how people can eat their own nose shit' and she started saying out ideas like, 'lollipop of nose shit' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the place at around............. 7ish, walked to Causeway slowly to talk a lottttttttt and we FINALLY went our separate ways (you have no idea how long we took just to say bye to each other LOL) after my speech and drama :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:30pm, and I'm sleeping SOON. Yeahh buddy. I wanna finish all my work by tomorrow. PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and happy birthday to 'kid! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1892075933638827399?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1892075933638827399/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1892075933638827399' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1892075933638827399'/><link rel='self' 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(Albert tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere this week I wanted to blog so badly but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was too lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was busy with school work........... :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Term 3 week 8 ended so damn fast and next week's week &amp;nbsp;freaking 9 then 10 then Try's birthday (hahaha yeah I HAD to add that in :p) then the holidays come in and END OF YEARRRRRR WAAAAAAAAAAW. Why like that! LOL anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every week is ALMOST the same.... crap loads of homework, training ends at 6:30pm, and Mr Chin talks for like 10 hours and we're only released at 7pm -.- where have like that. The duration of the training is longer but the training's not very fruitful.. a lot of discipline needed. We're practically self-training. Some drills ARE fun but can we please NOT do boring drills :( I'm not asking for HARD training but a drill that we'll actually PERSPIRE, is good enough. Yeah you heard me. PERS TO THE PIRE. Talking about volleyball, he's really training me for a setter.... NOW I don't know whether I'll be happy or upset about it. I love attacking AND setting but being a setter is, apparently prettyyyyy stressful. My stress level depends on the attacker. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo uhmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm just gonna talk about today. JUST BECAUSE...... I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I, well in this case, we had our Literature Drama final assessment. Our Literature assessment was second period, so I was worrying and thinking about it from the morning assembly until the end of Science. And what added to my nervousness was, last week for our Mock assessment, our group got the lowest among the rest and I'm one of the three people who freaking failed, 29/60 -.- I K N O W R I G H T. Just because we forgot about USING our props and APPARENTLY PETER FORGOT TO SCOLD TRY........ LOL fail much. BUT BACK TO THE POINT. I thought we were the first group to present but we ended up being the second last. That SUCKED because I wanted to be the first, so it can be done and get over with fast. BUT TOO BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway our turn came, and it SURPRISINGLY went wayyyy better than I expected! Especially Scene 2, where Peter and Jonathan aka the policemen were supposed to catch Try, Mei and I for underage drinking. THEY WERE FREAKIN HILARIOUS THAT I COULDN'T LOOK AT THEM, NOT EVEN A GLANCE. Because if I did I'd CRACK UP DAMN LOUD. So I was improvising by looking at Meilian and yeah. I THINK IT'S TOO FUNNY THAT I NEED TO SHARE IT WITH YA'LL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;: where Mei Try and I were drinking and smoking at the public area. Jonathan and Peter as policemen, were supposed to arrest us for doing so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan and Peter comes in, and Jonathan says 'dug-sh, dug-sh, dug-sh, dug-sh, duh-sh, dug-sh, dug-sh.... deng deng deng! (Eye Of The Tiger intro tune)' (Peter and Jonathan were doing some weird hand movements)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Police! We suspect you for underage drinking! We need your IC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter (still doing some robo dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei: How do you know we're underage?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: That's why we said we're '&lt;b&gt;SUSPECTING&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT LINE GOT ME CRACKIN' HAHAAHHAAHAHAHHA THERE WERE A LOT OF IMPROVISATION. It wasn't in the script so when Jon said that, MY SOUL WAS ALREADY GONNA COME OUT OF MA' BODY AND I REALLY WANTED TO LAUGH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the attire was a bit fail ah, Peter was wearing shades (YES SHADES HAHAHAAHAA), an army shirt and bermuda shorts, Jonathan was wearing formal police wear -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 1&lt;/b&gt;: Jonathan being my mother, and Peter my aunt. Jonathan used Chloe's dress and had fake neh neh (that smiley stress ball, Peter had too. Since they had to play chao aunties). Peter and Jon both had fake boobs BUT PETER'S BOOBS LOOKED MORE REALISTIC. You know what he did? Because for Scene one, he had to play a woman. The next character he had to play was the policeman la. So he needs to wear everything over. HERE'S WHAT HE DID: (extreme imagination needed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wore the army shirt first, and wore a 'tube dress' (which was actually Mei's mum long skirt, but Peter wore it such that he pulled it up until his chest. So it looks like a dress!) over. But he tried putting the balls as his boobs, but it kept dropping. He scared later he walk halfway his neh drop and he kena instant breast cancer. We had to do something about, SO THIS SMART PETER, he pulled his 'tube dress' lower, such that it's below his REAL chest. So he placed the balls inside the army shirt and VOILA. It looked DAMN real. And he also placed the red packet in front, between the army shirt and the dress. LOL. I'm still laughing over it. While Jon and Peter were saying their lines, I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING BECAUSE THEY COULDN'T STOP FREAKING ADJUSTING THEIR BOOBS ON PURPOSE. I HAD TO STOP LAUGHING BECAUSE IF I DID, I'D FAIL. I tried hard concentrating on my newspaper. They went almost like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(one line) ADJUST BOOBS (one line) ADJUST BOOBS......... and it goes on and on. DAMN THEY COULD HAVE RECORDED IT. Why didn't they did that during rehearsals!?!?!!?!?!!?!? I was like, 'CAN YOU PLEASE STOP RE-ADJUSTING YOUR BOOBS JUST FOR A SECOND?!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha classic. Did I mention I had to wear Try's 10-year old sister's school skirt? -.- it was damn small that I had to wear it from the top. But thanks to Ms Chong for helping me with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OVERALL Mr Thomas, our drama teacher, said that our group improved THE MOST! :D 5 people in my group. Last week 3 of us had 28-29/60, but now the group all has 44-45/60. I WAS BEYOND HAPPY :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess, Sing was really upset and stressed with everything. I, EXACTLY KNOW HOW SHE FEEL LIKE. Feels like crap right? Last year I've been through that 100000 times. It's part of the secondary life, all you need to do is hang in there and don't give up ok :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English and Math were as per normal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, my younger sister, who just turned 11 years old 17 days ago, cooked my lunch for me WITH dessert. Not because I asked her to, but because&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;she loves the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had no lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she had no school today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;LURVE LURVE TO ASHLEY &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 She is SO gonna ace her Home Economics in the next 2 years ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, I managed to finish all my homework and science notes today. I felt like heaven! I'm only left with memorizing of science notes, rehearsing for Monday's Oral presentation and my math assessment, which I have NOT touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training tomorrow afternoon..... -.- WHY CANNOT BE MORNING. DON'T DISAPPOINT US MR CHIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight and TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3181519694145096317?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3181519694145096317/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3181519694145096317' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3181519694145096317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3181519694145096317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-had-lot-of-crooks-tryna-steal-your_19.html' title='You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5204753040842591335</id><published>2011-08-12T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:47:12.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So glad I dodged the bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZCAcIrp9d24" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful cover by Chester :') HEY CHAN (Chan -&amp;gt; Singchan (how my mum pronounces her name) -&amp;gt; Sing -&amp;gt; Xintien) ya like guys who plays the piano right? Here's one for you, can sing some more. Got abs you know! :D OH AND GO SEARCH FOR VICTOR KIM! He can almost do ANYTHING. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I forgot what happened this week...... too much stuffs. I don't wanna talk about school, it's gonna ruin my night. In fact gonna ruin my mood. I'm not gonna talk about school but AFTER school ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just wanna talk about few things. But I'm really lazy to tell everyone (if there IS any 'one' who even visits this. Well I know &lt;b&gt;ALBERT&lt;/b&gt; (happy?!) does!) about ma' boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor (yeahhhhhh buddayyy). Mr Chin trained Jen and I as the setter for that day (YESSSSSSSS). I've always wanted to be a setter because it's fun (you get to jump a lot and you don't need to receive first ball!) YET stressful. Now I know how Nadine feels like when she doesn't provide a nice ball for her spikers. &lt;i&gt;HEN&lt;/i&gt; STRESSFUL. See their faces like make you even more stressful only. We (Siewming Jen and I) did like 34289 settings that training, and now my whole hand hurts like mad, I can't stretch it properly because the muscles are like........... aching. BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. IT'S ALL IN THE FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I didn't get to do attack that day but it SURE was tiring. THANK GOD Albert waited for me outside my school after my training! &amp;lt;33 I had a stupid A3 file with me and my shoe bag and my bag was....... light actually. LOL. But my legs were mad tired. Thanks Bird! &amp;lt;3 I forgot who, but I think it was Jen, she was like, 'eh Kas! Albert wait for you leh. So sweet!' and I was like &lt;b&gt;I KNOW RIGHT?&lt;/b&gt;! at the back of my mind ^^ yeah buddayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about today. Another average day... except when I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did all my homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorised science chapter 27&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried all the Try Its for Math chapter 9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did English summary and vocabulary exercise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learnt a new song on the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for a 10km run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya know what? I freakin' climbed the Mount Everest too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY SING JUST SENT ME 7 CHINA PICTURES FROM HER CAM (YES FINALLY). I'M UTTERY DISAPPOINTED THAT WE COULDN'T SHARE PICTURES BECAUSE THE INTERNET SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rAV8CYBf4w/TkVCLeF4c2I/AAAAAAAAApU/cpkEDTOo9LE/s1600/P1020699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rAV8CYBf4w/TkVCLeF4c2I/AAAAAAAAApU/cpkEDTOo9LE/s320/P1020699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XqwDEHHZrg/TkVCMeKbJ8I/AAAAAAAAApY/tM3gxa759DQ/s1600/NataKas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XqwDEHHZrg/TkVCMeKbJ8I/AAAAAAAAApY/tM3gxa759DQ/s320/NataKas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57LGs5IR_es/TkVDGHLBtrI/AAAAAAAAApc/wCcxv32Amg8/s1600/IMG_8061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57LGs5IR_es/TkVDGHLBtrI/AAAAAAAAApc/wCcxv32Amg8/s320/IMG_8061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwb-sfKdqBc/TkVDngrNAXI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZaZQ18R3qlU/s1600/IMG_8198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwb-sfKdqBc/TkVDngrNAXI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZaZQ18R3qlU/s320/IMG_8198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDgW9lmnuCQ/TkVDtW3V3-I/AAAAAAAAApk/N62oTWwL56g/s1600/IMG_8570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDgW9lmnuCQ/TkVDtW3V3-I/AAAAAAAAApk/N62oTWwL56g/s320/IMG_8570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt;, my friends, is &lt;b&gt;HOW&lt;/b&gt; you take epic shots. OR should I say &lt;b&gt;90 DEGREE&lt;/b&gt; pictures. Yes a DVD on &amp;nbsp;'How to take &lt;b&gt;proper&lt;/b&gt; epic 90 degree pictures' is for sale now only for $TanXintien (find out what that means).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOO BAD SHE'S ASLEEP I NEED TO TELL HER THANGSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendly tomorrow. Excited shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5204753040842591335?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5204753040842591335/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5204753040842591335' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5204753040842591335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5204753040842591335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-glad-i-dodged-bullet.html' title='So glad I dodged the bullet'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZCAcIrp9d24/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3523193375709268621</id><published>2011-08-05T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:48:00.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best thing I never had</title><content type='html'>School today was.................... probably one of the worst. But whatevs can't do anything about it. NEH TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway fun started when I decided to stay after school to help with the board but my classmate said that they'll only start at 2...... so I decided to wait for Sing to finish her class thing. I stayed at 2-5's classroom to wait for her but then sudden change of decision. We were supposed to buy food and eat at my house but she wanted to save $$ and we ate in school instead AND I wanted to vent my anger at something. My favourite thing to vent my anger on: a volleyball. Since Vanna Mei and Try didnt' want to play Frisbee or volleyball with me after school because they wanted to rest, I asked Sing to play with me since she had nothing to do anyway. :D so we play volleyball in school until 6. Mad playing. We were wearing school shoes, our black class tee and Xinpei's and Pan's PE pants. HAHAHAHA. You can see how desperate we were to play even though my feet hurt like crap after playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we played under the hot sun because there were no space. After the NPCC people left we played under the shade. Jiajie and Alfred joined in and they're actually not bad for beginners! Alfred kept saying, 'formation number 1!' to Sing for him to attack :p HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA he kept shouting formation number 1 when Sing couldn't hear him. He has 3 formations, all are made by him LOL. Imagine in a real game, instead of just shouting, 'zhong!' or 'si!' he has to say, 'for-ma-tion num-ber-1' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah went home at 6 and tired like mad, I have no mood to post already. Tired. Looking forward to tomorrow's training! Don't disappoint us Mr Chin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3523193375709268621?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3523193375709268621/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3523193375709268621' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3523193375709268621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3523193375709268621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-thing-i-never-had.html' title='Best thing I never had'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-617811768139969270</id><published>2011-08-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:05:32.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to live half alive.</title><content type='html'>It's pretty late now, wayyy passed my bed time but I think this entry is worth publishing late at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our training just now, indoor training. After a few weeks of outdoor training, the hall was finally unoccupied with the oral exams. A few things about volleyball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) outdoor training &lt;br /&gt;2) coach D and Mr Chin (for those who doesn't know who he is, you're lost. It's not worth reading this because you won't understand anyway)&lt;br /&gt;3) discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First point- outdoor training. &lt;br /&gt;We usually have our trainings indoor, unless it's occupied with some important event (i.e: exams) then we have to train outdoors. I admit, at first I hated the weather because I wasn't used to it. I hated how I'd get weird tan lines because of my kneeguards, socks (which is really obvious now) and FBT. I hated how dark I got the next day but I thought of the other CCAs that train outdoors at the afternoon (Basketball, Netball and Softball). They have been training under the fire-hot sun, they have became darker and I haven't heard them complain (yet) as much as us. After 3-4 weeks of training, I got used to it a bit and I actually like the sun. LOL. I like how I'd get darker each training. I might as well ~embrace the sun and get weird tan lines the next day~ than complaining like a princess how hot the sun is, being talked about because we complain about the sun. We play SPORTS. Sportsmen are supposed to look like someone who doesn't have equal tan, who have muscles (and not like a bamboo stick LOL) etc. I mean if we were asked to choose between indoor or outdoor training, of course I'll choose indoor but if we have no choice, I have no problem with outdoor now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point- Coach D and Mr Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had training today and in the midst of it, I suddenly missed Coach D's smile, her frown, the way how I'd randomly get motivated when I see her play, her laugh, how she would joke with us and how she'd speak in chinese (which I actually understand a little bit :D :D :D). I've been comparing Mr Chin from Coach D, but I realized it had no use. Saying that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;'why his drills so boring one!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'I prefer Coach D's drills, they were more worth it and fun'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'he talk wayyy too much'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some people think so too, -long pause, forgot what to say LOL- but we can't judge him yet because we only had like 4 trainings with him. But I still prefer Coach D. Which brings me to the next point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mr Chin took over us, I realized how much I respected Coach D, if I had a list of teachers whom I respected the most, it'd be Coach D on the top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been my coach since the very first day I started learning volleyball, I remembered that I was late for my first training because I woke up late and she didn't get mad at me. The rest were already learning how to dig a ball and she patiently taught how to. And I kept bending my elbow when she said, 'bend your knee' :p hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized, I've &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;been mad at her for anything, if some were mad at her for being unreasonable (WHICH I HIGHLY DOUBT SO), I've neverrrrr been angry at her. If she correct me at her angry voice, I'll take it as a learning point and I won't show attitude or whatsoever. Even if she asks the whole team to run around the hall 20 times after training, I won't get angry at her because I know she has a reason for it (even though I didn't want to run, no choice). And she barely got angry at me. The last time she screamed at me when I was p4, I was performing realllll badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I really miss Coach D. I miss how she'd say 'good ball' with a nice smile on her face when I whack a ball down. OH AND I MISS HER SMELL. HER SMELL SINCE P3 HASN'T CHANGE. :D :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third point- discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was texting Siewming just now, we were discussing about what were the things that has changed since Coach D handed us to Mr Chin, and it was really disappointing :'( some of them haven't been sticking to Coach D's rules. They were 'breaking' the rules knowing that Mr Chin won't scold them. I'm not talking about everyone, but some, not a particular someone (but if you're feeling guilty...... hmmm) but yeah. It seemed like they don't have respect for him. I admit, sometimes I may talk about him, but I still stick to Coach D's rules. What happened to 'we're gonna beat (school) next year. We're coming back for you. MCP'? What happened to the feeling of determination when we had our last match during the zonals? Do you still have the feeling when we lost to a stupid crucial match which we could have won and whacked their heads of?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discipline is essential for someone who want to achieve their dreams. Like what Vanna always say, &lt;b&gt;dream dare do. &lt;/b&gt;If Mr Chin tells us to run around the school, just run and don't give him a face and ruin your own mood just because of that. I know it sucks to run 3-4.5km every before training, but look on the brighter side. Running long distance improves your stamina and you'll feel damn good after running. I don't know about the rest but when I sweat like mad I always think that all the oil and fats are coming out of my body. I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; complain at times but it doesn't ruin my mood. I run as if it's an actual 2.4km run/3km/4.5km. Mentality my friends, it's all in the mental thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-617811768139969270?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/617811768139969270/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=617811768139969270' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/617811768139969270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/617811768139969270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/08/learn-to-live-half-alive.html' title='Learn to live half alive.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5358613399051800061</id><published>2011-07-31T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:00:15.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing's 14th :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nSp4V-wHTVI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ImP7xARcGt8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all to every single one who made her 14th special! I bet she enjoyed her 14th because of her FRIENDS :) and I got a hug from her and said it was the best gift, IN YA FACE! :P hahahahaha kidding but still. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy woman now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5358613399051800061?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5358613399051800061/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5358613399051800061' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5358613399051800061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5358613399051800061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/sings-14th.html' title='Sing&apos;s 14th :)'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nSp4V-wHTVI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-7843103350338258745</id><published>2011-07-26T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:44:39.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>Suicide with me? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-7843103350338258745?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7843103350338258745/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=7843103350338258745' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7843103350338258745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7843103350338258745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6913930052907172375</id><published>2011-07-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:13:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight~~</title><content type='html'>Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum (I swear I didn't know it was a band because duh LADY) has been in my mind for more than a week now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY main point of this entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)can't wait for the 29th&lt;br /&gt;2)I kind of miss Facebook now..... BUT STILL NO FACEBOOK :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok awkkkkkkkkkk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6913930052907172375?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6913930052907172375/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6913930052907172375' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6913930052907172375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6913930052907172375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-kiss-on-your-lips-in-moonlight.html' title='Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight~~'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-7467614291667227211</id><published>2011-07-17T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:58:11.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have great friends........ :'-)</title><content type='html'>I forgot about last Wednesday, Meilian Try Peter Jonathan came over my house to do our literature script and look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k1xm3dFKo/TiK_9ND6LcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1ig9H9cR7pA/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k1xm3dFKo/TiK_9ND6LcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1ig9H9cR7pA/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say too much, but Meilian slept all the way (but she helped a bit though) and Try's sleeping position is the best. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-7467614291667227211?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7467614291667227211/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=7467614291667227211' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7467614291667227211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/7467614291667227211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-great-friends.html' title='I have great friends........ :&apos;-)'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k1xm3dFKo/TiK_9ND6LcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1ig9H9cR7pA/s72-c/IMG_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2775502153051740726</id><published>2011-07-17T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:53:52.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of achievement..... :'-)</title><content type='html'>This probably is the most productive weekend I've ever had since the second Semester started because:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completed my homework before Sunday!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completed Math 6.4 all by myself yesterday DO YOU KNOW THE FEELING WHEN YOU'RE ABLE TO SOLVE MATH QUESTIONS WHEN ALMOST HALF OF THE CLASS CAN'T COMPLETE 'EM!?!?! :'-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I studied almost every subject, in other words. Revision :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I studied for almost 4 hours yesterday (IT WAS A SATURDAY BTW!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhmmm yeah I think I should start completing my homework on Fridays so I can enjoy my Sunday doing my own things and not worrying about waking up early to complete them -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm left with Math assessment, Science revision, study F&amp;amp;N (memorization again.... :() and &lt;b&gt;A R T &lt;/b&gt;that was supposed to be passed up last May.... hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to complete them before 6 so I can relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy week 4 everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2775502153051740726?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2775502153051740726/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2775502153051740726' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2775502153051740726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2775502153051740726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/feeling-of-achievement.html' title='The feeling of achievement..... :&apos;-)'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8345481874823986516</id><published>2011-07-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:17:39.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where dem girls at?!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in agesss holy crap IS THAT WHAT SECONDARY 2 LIFE HAS DONE TO ME!?!?!?!?!?!? I haven't even touched my laptop for a week now, or any computer until today. Oh life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first 3 weeks of school - stressful, tiring, no time for myself. Yup, with all the after school activities like CCA, peer tutoring, people coming over my house to do projects (drama -.-) and all the crappy stuffs we're assigned to do. It's only week three and ALREADY AM DYING. And I took 3 weeks to be in a studying-mood again, first three weeks I was still in my holiday mood. Great now I have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuffs have happened last 3 weeks and not mentioning them. NO MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today............ was an average day. Except that after school, Sing came over to... I don't know. She haven't been to my house for a longgg time and she wanted to come over my house last week but she can't so I allowed her to come over today. At least she can be herself and not worrying about other people talking about her craziness, which I love the most :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch and I did my homework for 3 hours while she played The Sims 3 on the desktop quietly :D After 3 hours I took a little break and as usual, couldn't get my focus back and I sat beside her and we watched our videos. I can't believe we, actually only I because she's used to be seen like that, I couldn't believe I had the guts to post those kind of videos..... Like no face like that. But never mind, when my volleyball batch graduates, teachers can play those videos and we all can have a good time laughing at our videos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BACK TO THE POINT. We were watching videos and we were laughing our asses off I freakin' swear. Laugh until she fell on the floor from her seat and beating the floor and yeahhh...... it was good laughing hard with her again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SHE wanted to paint my nails again...... I don't have the picture on my laptop so go find it on Facebook yourself. Self service :D Unshaved maomao........... L O L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh soo that's all I wanna say. Short entry. My next one may come in a month lol BUSY WOMAN HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8345481874823986516?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8345481874823986516/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8345481874823986516' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8345481874823986516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8345481874823986516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-dem-girls-at.html' title='Where dem girls at?!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-435404016126035554</id><published>2011-07-06T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:06:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Secondary two life, my friends!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH I CAN JUST DIE RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-435404016126035554?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/435404016126035554/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=435404016126035554' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/435404016126035554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/435404016126035554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/07/welcome-to-secondary-two-life-my.html' title='Welcome to Secondary two life, my friends!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2931376439636952374</id><published>2011-06-25T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:33:36.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best love song he ever heard in his life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LauHhrtHMlQ/TgXxHOegD1I/AAAAAAAAApM/f5eEuMZrFuY/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LauHhrtHMlQ/TgXxHOegD1I/AAAAAAAAApM/f5eEuMZrFuY/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;WO AI WO DE TEAM LIKE MAD &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, Try and whoever else took picture of the team of different poses, please upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2931376439636952374?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2931376439636952374/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2931376439636952374' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2931376439636952374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2931376439636952374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-love-song-he-ever-heard-in-his.html' title='Best love song he ever heard in his life~'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LauHhrtHMlQ/TgXxHOegD1I/AAAAAAAAApM/f5eEuMZrFuY/s72-c/IMG_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2817840442186896432</id><published>2011-06-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:45:57.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There you are, with your light brown hair!</title><content type='html'>Red Roses- AJ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepless night DAMN IT! 1:42AM and clock's tick tocking away :( goodluck to me. Thrilled for later's training man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2817840442186896432?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2817840442186896432/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2817840442186896432' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2817840442186896432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2817840442186896432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-you-are-with-your-light-brown.html' title='There you are, with your light brown hair!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1358551874697088284</id><published>2011-06-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:44:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday's gonna be overrrrrr :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmOtyD8RPo/TgSTWYbWhTI/AAAAAAAAApI/v3AEkD2KlA0/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmOtyD8RPo/TgSTWYbWhTI/AAAAAAAAApI/v3AEkD2KlA0/s320/IMG.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;$120, sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1lGyXcADJo/TgSRu_QnDFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/10EdgZxmBfs/s1600/VB+plan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1lGyXcADJo/TgSRu_QnDFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/10EdgZxmBfs/s320/VB+plan.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at his freaking achievements! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo schools' starting and this has been a very fast holiday. I planned to do a simple calendar like how I usually do, and write what I did that and plans! I think it's cool :D Sorry for the penmanship, because I'm coooooooooool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqdopxU6ZBU/TgSR3gzrEcI/AAAAAAAAApA/Kwx2I0OHAVY/s1600/VB+plan_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqdopxU6ZBU/TgSR3gzrEcI/AAAAAAAAApA/Kwx2I0OHAVY/s320/VB+plan_0001.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we (fam -dad) had dinner at Pepper Lunch today and Koi!!! :D And Albert I'm sooooo damn sorry for slapping your face real hard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for our mum to buy Koi, so I was playing a fool with Albert, then I wanted to slap his chest (it's normal for me to do that. He said he wanna train his chest LOL) and I failed at aiming so he got slapped straight in the face. With great strength and sound. You know like those movies? Yeah. Sorry bird! I felt so guilty and touching his face HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Night all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1358551874697088284?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1358551874697088284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1358551874697088284' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1358551874697088284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1358551874697088284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays-gonna-be-overrrrrr.html' title='Holiday&apos;s gonna be overrrrrr :('/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmOtyD8RPo/TgSTWYbWhTI/AAAAAAAAApI/v3AEkD2KlA0/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2562430862099603811</id><published>2011-06-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:51:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G SONG!</title><content type='html'>Camp was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not very fun nor&amp;nbsp;too boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unexpected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how to start my entry, because there's too much stuffs to remember and type outtt. I'll try my best to talk about point to point (I SAID TRY).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll talk about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overall about the camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day zero (20th)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day one (21st)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day two (22nd)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day three (23rd)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point: overall about the camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everyone else, I wasn't looking forward to the camp &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;. Probably because it's the last week of the June holidays (WHICH I MUST SAY, WENT BY DAMN FAST) boooooooooo. Buttttttttt if I were to rate this camp /10, I'd give it a 7. Not because I like 7, but really a seven over ten. It was unexpected, quite. Unexpected in a way that I thought I'd be a loner in my group because I had no teammates there. BUT in the end two SEP countries (each group has different country names) makes a cluster and I was with Meilian (AGAIN LOL. Last year I was with her) and Vanna the last minute because there were 2 free beds in our bunk rooms. So the 3 of us slept near each other. I went out of point again. -.-. Sooo yeah. Oh and our facilitators did a great job :) especially those 2 bosses. They can plan a whole freaking camp, and they're not teachers. I fail at planning. That's why I didn't want to accept that counsellor thing. Overall rating for this camp: 7/10 and unexpected, which means not too good nor too bad, so somewhere in the middle. (&lt;i&gt;ZHONG JIAN YOU BAI CHE! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA. INSIDE JOKE :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WHO EVER PLANNED THE CAMPING LIST FAILED. I NEVER USED ANY OF MY HOME CLOTHES, ONLY MY JERSEYS.... -.-. Make our bags so heavy only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point: Day zero (20th of June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call it day zero because I'm cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much, I already forgot what happened but I was sure I only got to sleep at 1:30 due to insomnia and NOT excitement. I was thinking about what will happen the next 3 days and how much I wasn't looking forward to it. I even thought the campfire night would be boring, because duh, it's WRSS. No offense though. But if you didn't get what I meant by that, you don't need to know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah I only got to go in my room at 12:30 BECAUSE OF MY SCANNER UGH. Ms. Lim told me to make sure everyone in my team pass her our scanned copy of our ez-link card by Tuesday, which was the next day. She only told me last Sunday when I went to Safra with FIP8, and I was having fun so it's hard doing competition stuffs while having fun. That's why I mentioned on the previous post I was a busy woman texting everyone in my team. Anyway back to the point, I told Jen Van Mei and Huiru to come over my house at 11am to scan, but this smart Meilian only left her house at 12. Jen also. Vanna came at 10, so I told her I'll scan her ez-link card first because she had to go out with her family. So I scanned hers first, Jen and Mei came over at 12:45pm and I scanned theirs, Hui ru came at 2pm. At night, I didn't know Vanna's, Jen's and Mei's copy wasn't freaking saved so I had to tell them to take a clear picture and send it to me. Mei was taking so damn long. I had no choice, but Van chose to come over my house to scan early in the morning the next day before going to school for camp. But surprisingly Van came with Mei the next morning so I got to scan for them both. OUT OF POINT AGAIN LOL. I only got to go in my room at 12:45am because I had to pack my bag and I swear I freakin' took 2 hours to pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND MY PHONE GOT KOI-ED :'-( :'-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Albert to buy Koi for me since he was going to AMK to buy Koi too and meet Tongs (his friend, I've never met him before but Albert always mention him to me so I know his name. Just by that I already gave him a nick name HAHAHAHAHA awkkkkkk) to pass him his camera lens. I put my Koi in a huge cup because it was WARM. Bird bought it at 4ishhh and only came back home at 8. A warm Koi sounds disgusting&amp;nbsp;right! So I put ice. I was packing my bag in my room, and brought the Koi in. I placed it on the table. I was sitting down by the table, I reached for the pen across the table (Koi was beside the pen holder) and the stupid straw HAD to be so long and the pen just hit the straw and HAPPY NEW YEAR the Koi spilled on my phone and sleeping bag case :( My full cup of Koi became half. It was really exact, right on my phone so the screen was wet. I think water even went in the plugs, and SO I HAD NO RINGTONE. BASICALLY PHONE WAS WORKING PERFECTLY BUT NO SOUND. OF COURSEEEEE I was sad to the maximum. People CAN text/call me BUT WITH no sound :( but luckily my phone didn't die on me. The power of an iPhone :D drop it 83029 times it still can work fine. But if you drop it on purpose of course it'll die one you. SO ANYWAY I was like mad sad. I had no ringtone UNTIL LIKE 12:30am when Angel texted me and there was sound. My soul was dancing like mad inside of me ^^. I'm gonna treat my phone better than I did before, because it didn't die on meeeeee! Omg lol I feel like a retard talking about a phone incident for a whole paragraph. Oh well, I know you enjoy long entries anyway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third point: day one (21st of June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at about 6 and got ready. I wasn't looking forward at allllll. Meilian and Vanna came at 6:45am to scan their ez-link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We assembled and set off for Labrador campsite somewhere near Vivo City/ Harbourfront. I was talking so much to Meilian :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; of the day: (I'm just gonna talk about the highlight of the day, I don't want to bore my readers about unnecessary details about my boring life)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling baby! (not bowl babies btw)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEP opening ceremony&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to bowl at Jurong super bowl AND IT WAS MAD COLD. I was already using my windbreaker and I was still freezing. Probably because it was a WIND breaker and not air breaker. K continue. In the same group as Mei again. Like everyone else, we all had gutter shoots for the first few rounds. But it just got better as the game lasted longer. Meilian anyhow throw also can strike one! I think she can be professional bowler instead of volleyballer, she had a freaking &lt;b&gt;split&lt;/b&gt; and the next shot she got a strike. TYCO MUCH! Bowling was mad fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEP opening ceremony... the cheers. I didn't bring my milo can, &lt;i&gt;WO MEI YOU LIAN!&lt;/i&gt; I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T BRING. Thank you so much to Putri for lending me hers for our performance. Expectedly I went red. BUT I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SUPER RED. MS. TOH'S FAULT! I was only a little bit red at first then Ms. Toh RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL WAS MAKING ME LAUGH AND SO I TURNED INTO A TOMATO! Cheer wasn't too bad. The group in front of me did really well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did our reflection and went to sleep at 11:45pm. We slept in bunk beds, I slept on the bottom and Mei slept on top, Vanna beside me. It was fun disturbing Meilian by giving her &lt;i&gt;massage&lt;/i&gt; :p It was DAMN HOT I TELL YA. I slept with my left leg outside of the bed and right hand on the floor. Because there was wind outside of my bed -.- LAME ONLY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth point: day two (22nd of June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls in my bunk woke up at 4 freakin 55 am -.- I don't know whether they &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; or for fun only, they wanted to shower so damn badddddd. I mean like it's CAMP, you're not supposed to be as clean as you are when you have a nice bathroom at home. I know hygiene is important but it's just 3 days of camp. JUST. NS guys, a few months of group showering bare naked and no taking own sweet time (I think so, do correct me if I'm wrong). The 3 volleyballers were all the last to get their asses of their beds :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; of the day:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Archery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volleyball talk at St Hildas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Campfire night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Archery was........ fine. Nothing too exciting or so. I did enjoy but it's probably something I won't remember when people asks me about this camp. Oh and, Meilian still can afford fall asleep while waiting for her turn. 'Waiting for her turn' -&amp;gt; 3 minutes LOL. I can see she really treasure sleep. She should get engaged with sleep! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meilian and I left the campsite with Siewming and Ms. Toh at around 11:45am to leave for St Hildas (at Tampines, we were somewhere near Harbourfront and had to travel by train all the way to Tampines) for a Volleyball clinic by this professional American volleyball player. He has been playing volleyball for 35 years. He participated in huge volleyball competitions. I can't remember which but he has had a lot of accomplishment including being the coach of the year in the US! (I think) I'll definitely scan that paper Ms. Toh gave me and show it everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he coached this team:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6VnIyMe5i48?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(freaking tall players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hmtr-Tgsx5c?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the one @ 1:17, not the bald man at the start LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo yeah we left the place where the other Secondary 2 people working on their cheers and performance for that night's campfire. &lt;b&gt;We took bus 10 to Vivo city for our lunch&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah you heard me, VIVO CITY FOR LUNCH :D The rest were at the campsite eating all the crappy food compared to Vivo ^^ Hahaha. I don't know why but Ms Toh was walking damn fast so Mei and I were behing trying to catch up. Quite retarded walking fast with Mei. It was her first time going to Vivo City and she thought it was in Woodlands..... I have an epic friend right here, ya heard me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Vivo, we took the train to City Hall to meet Huili and Siewming (they attended too) and proceeded to Tampines. It was fun going out with Ms Toh, I already know her crazy side. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was laughing sooooo damn hard. She was laughing so hard that you can't imagine the hardness. She ain't your typical PE/Math teacher ^^. There was once, she laughed so hard that she was 'scolded' by the security going around. LOL. Because we went up to the platform to wait for the train, before that Ms Toh was already laughing like mad for dunno what. She was the only one laughing HAHA. So yeah, we were waiting for the train at the platform. I wasn't using my culottes, so I held it in my arms. But my pen and this money from China (I think they call it Yuan? yeah. One yuan or yuan one NO IDEA) fell out. There was this awkward moment when the 5 of us (Mei Siewming Huili Ms Toh me) just stared at the money and pen on the floor for like 5 seconds, and obviously we looked at Meilian and asked if it was hers because she was from China. But then it was mine (DO NOT ASK ME WHY MY POCKET CONTAINED CHINA MONEY), so I said 'eh this one mine!' and the next thing we knew was 4 girls from WRSS (we were wearing uniform with WRSS behind) and a teacher were all laughing so hard, we don't know why but we saw Ms Toh having the laugh of her day and we joined in. There was glass barriers to prevent people from falling right? Yeah, she went to lean on that to support her own body (she was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to crawling on the floor like me), so she went over the yellow line. She was unlucky enough to be caught by the security patrolling around hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaa and we all laughed even harder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yupppp we got there at 1:58pm just right. There were a lot of guys -.- from St Hildas and this Queens something secondary school. 10 girls and 15 guys. They can freakin spike at the 3 metre line and the ball will bounce up almost vertically. W T F. Jealoussss. I wanna attack like that! St Hildas girls were all friendly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights of the volleyball clinic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Janzen thought us a lot of useful skills that he said he can guarantee can improve that particular skill by 100000 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The net was very high but my attack was not bad ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thought that Mei and I were twins.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He told us (Siewming, Huili, Meilian and I), 'you know what you need to do? Grow 6 inches taller :D' LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We (WRSS players) greeted him when we came and we did the usual 'good afternoon coach' with a bow. But after the clinic where he spoke to everyone, he said no volleyball team ever did that to him and said, 'I'll tell you what, when I go back to California I'll definitely share this with team and my colleagues' YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT SMILE ON MA FACE :D He was only referring to WRSS players. YEAH BUDDAYYY!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that (first point) included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;do receiving outside of your body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when attack, face your setter for the second step for greater momentum to jump up and spike a killer ball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open legs wider when doing receiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he also said that whatever you do is you're doing it for your team. &lt;b&gt;Don't let your teammates down&lt;/b&gt; by doing mistakes. Volleyball is a team game, volleyball is a game of trust, you need to trust your teammate beside you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also mentioned that a team with great respect, integrity, sportsmanship, attitude and determination makes them stronger than a team with none of the values mentioned up there. Even if the opposing team has great skills but have no respect for each other, dishonest, no sportsmanship, bad attitude towards the game and no determination, they'll probably lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think this volleyball clinic was VERY helpful and damn worth it. If my team went for this we'll probably be awesome players. Actually, my team NEEDS to attend it! It was $80 per player, some even $130, but we went for free because the teachers in charge payed for us. I have no idea how to thank Ms Lim, Ms Toh, Mr Soh and Mrs Lim (Ms Celine Tan!). This has been a great clinic :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I have no comment about the third point..... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucked was, the 4 WRSS volleyball players were all tired. Siewming, Mei and I were all tired from camp and Huili was sick but we still attended. Siew, Mei and I were all wearing PE pants to play VB and it sucked I tell ya. When we bend down to receive we can feel our pants rip! What's more, Mei and I were wearing school shoes -.- Painful like !@#$#@$%#.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clinic ended at 5, Ms Toh fetched us. We were all veryyyy tired. BUT we were sooo energized when Ms Toh suggested we buy Koi!!!!!!! :D :D :D I know I said I hated Koi for spilling on my phone BUT WE WERE ALL TIRED AND OUR ENERGY DRAINED OUT. WE. NEEDED. TO. DRINK! We rushed for Koi and we just sat down anywhere and didn't care. And I mean anywhere. You know where we sat? Where all the bicycles were parked. Told you we didn't care! You know outside Causeway, bicycles are parked at the side? But in the Tampines mall, it's in the middle. So we were awkwardly sitting there and not talking because we were all enjoying our Koi. &lt;i&gt;Later kah nah Stomped only :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceeded back to the campsite and it was already around 6:45pm. The other sec 2s already finished their dinner, and Siewming, Mei and I just started. It was awesome, Mei and I purposely ate slowly because we wanted to drag the time so we can shower after the campfire. We had the permission to shower after campfire because we haven't showered at all. So yuuuuuuup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campfire night was better than I expected. Three hours but WHO CARES! It was fun. I spent my campfire night with Izzati (one of the nicest Netball players I know. She still can play with me you know!) and Meilian, partly with Sharon, Alvina, Chow Xinyee and Chua Xinyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campfire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire. Duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Group performances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher's performances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These 2 shuffling dudes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awesome songs by Mr Leslie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butt aching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stickiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butt shaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing the people you spend your time the most with :( :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justin Babi!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be talking about points 1, 6, 7, 10 because they're kinda straight forward. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- group performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone did a great job. Sing was the first group, I missed her so damn much that I wanted to shout 'GO SING SQAURE I LOVE YOU!' But it was too noisy. Candy was so confidently awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I was laughing so madly at Rey's performance. I think I was the only one laughing like mad at my area hahahahaahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- teacher's performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Yeoh and Ms Toh were so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! uhm yeah that's all I can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- shuffling dudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether they were forced or what, but they shuffled to Party Rock Anthem (WHICH WAS PLAYED LIKE 10000000 TIMES THAT NIGHT LOLOLOLOLOL. I'm kinda sick of it now!). They were awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- DJ Leslie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought his iPad over to be the DJ person and I must say he did really well on DJ-ing :D The songs he played was awe to the some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- Stickiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meilian and I were DYING OF STICKINESS because we haven't showered since morning and we played ball at St Hildas for 3 hours. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT!!!!!! But fortunately we were given permission to shower before sleeping. HA TAKE THAT! We took our own sweet time showering because no one else was showering but a few SLs ^^ Woohoooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- Butt shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Yeoh introduced this 'My Sides' song where you need to shift your butt to a certain direction hahahahha. It went something like 'my side my side my side my front my back' or something. We had to sing it in the 4 main languages. I was shifting my butt to the max knowing that no one was behind me but 5 girls were there and they were like, 'KAS!' and I awkwardly stopped my but shakingness ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- Missing the people........... :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had a proper conversation with Sing and Rey for 2 days by then and they're the people whom I share my day with the most. I was dying to tell them how my day went!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- Justin Babi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did pretty well for his performance! Especially that Ferrero Rocher Opera singing. I thought he made it up, so I was laughing like mad. I was the only one laughing hard until I fell on my sides. Again hahahhahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Campfire, Mei and I took our shower, reflection and went to sleep at about 12!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I slept on the floor with Mei on my right (on my bed) and Vanna on my left (on her bed) because sleeping on bed- DAMN HOT. So yeah on the floor -&amp;gt; wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUTTTTT we were rudely woken up by teachers at 1:15am. We got screamed at. All of the girls -.- I rather not talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth point: day three (23rd of June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up at.... 6:30am. Yeah everyone, no one woke up at 4:55am to shower. Everyone was tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had prize presentation in the morning, area cleaning and we proceeded back home. Finallyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept for 2 hours in the afternoon. Supposedly 1 hour but I was too tired. Nothing much on day 3 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo yup. I achieved my mission: to make new friends and be closer to the people in my group! I'm much closer to Alvina now, I never spoke to her as much on first time but now we're in the same Science group and SEP. :D OH AND I'm pretty close to Izzati now, my SL. She's niceeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally done. You better read this over and over and over again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yeah, this has been iamkasandra.blogspot.com's 600th entry...... YEAH BUDDAYYYY ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2562430862099603811?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2562430862099603811/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2562430862099603811' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2562430862099603811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2562430862099603811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g-song.html' title='C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G SONG!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6VnIyMe5i48/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5066183938322124897</id><published>2011-06-20T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:27:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool with FIP8!</title><content type='html'>I went to Safra with FIP8 (Kianshen Albert Rey Sing Alfred, but -Jen and MJ) to play poooooool for the first time in a loooooooong time probably years. I walked there with Albert from Yishun MRT and he said it's gonna be a near distance, but we ended up walking by a huge lake -.- I was a busy woman texting and informing my team along the way. I almost ran into a kid running aimlessly -.- boyboy where's your &lt;i&gt;ate&lt;/i&gt; boyboy don't make the poo poo of the dog! :P HAHAHA DEE KOSH SORRY ^^ we got there and Alfred and Rey were playing. Sing and Kianshen were sitting down by the side... being emo. I gave Rey and Sing lasagna and Graham cake (awesome I tell ya AWESOME) respectively because my mum knew I was gonna meet up with them and wanted them to 't&lt;i&gt;aste how awesome her cooking is'&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHA. Sing couldn't wait to eat her Graham cake that she ate it on the spot with her finger :P I should totally make a whole entire tray for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was Sing and my turn to play and I swear we hit the freakin' white ball also cannot. HENCE, THE CLIQUE NAME (FIP8) HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH GET IT!??!!?!?!? k never mind. Awkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert and I only played for like 2.5h since we got there at only 4 ish???? and Sing Fred Rey Lim (Lim -&amp;gt; Kianshen) were there since 11am. Sorry for keep you all waiting, I have a dad who's working his ass of &lt;i&gt;over da sea&lt;/i&gt; for us! At least I made it :D We left the place at 6:30pm and walked back to Yishun MRT. Albert went to AMK to get his Koi, Sing went to her Grandma's place for papa's day celebration somewhere around Yishun and the rest of went back to Woodlands. Well actually Alfred alighted at Sembawang, Rey and I alighted at Woodlands and Lim at Marsiling. So it's messed uppppppp yeah me either I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey and I walked from Civic to Vista Point (I like talking long walks :D) since he had to get something there and I had to go my aunt's house which was nearby Vista Point. As usual, we (or should I say he :P HAHAH joke! I come in peace(s)!) were being wacky and laughing about everything we see and HEAR (Santa Claus *cough* large intestine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my aunt's house and landed my ass on her couch and rested. I was mad tired. But worth it! I stayed there 'till......... 10:15pm and walked home........ AND &amp;nbsp;I wasn't raped haahhahahaah BUT there was an indian party for construction workers at WRPS field. They sound like they were having so much fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yesterday was pretty much fun. EXCEPT FOR THE PART where I only got to sleep at 4:30&lt;b&gt; A freaking M! &lt;/b&gt;Insomnia sucks big time I TELL YA. This was the worst I ever had so far. 4 hours of staying in bed trying to sleep :( I went to bed at 12 and only got to sleep at like what 4:30 ish? I NEED to adjust my sleeping time back my normal school-night timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:19pm and I haven't pack my bag for tomorrow's f-ing camp 'till Thursday and I haven't done my f-ing History and I just can't stop eating and eating since 2pm and yeahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last training on Saturday before our first game. Don't say that you rather have training for Tuesday and Thursday because there's an important game on Monday, you had a year and 6 months to train for it NO REGRETS. NUFF SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5066183938322124897?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5066183938322124897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5066183938322124897' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5066183938322124897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5066183938322124897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/pool-with-fip8.html' title='Pool with FIP8!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2101297701346038194</id><published>2011-06-17T23:25:00.078+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:36:32.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming dayyyyy.</title><content type='html'>My day started off with waking up at 11am (yes I'm back to my normal waking up time again....... :() and going out to the living room and sleeping back again... LOL. I don't know why but I wake up in the middle of the night for like 3 times. Anyway, I got ready to leave for Alvina's house to finish up our Science project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT when I was about to leave (actually not I was fixing my hair but still) Alicia called up and said she needed my sister's wig (YES THAT WIG IN&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osaYWYjdhQA&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;ONE FIREWORK&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;VIDEO AND THE TITANIC PARODY KEVIN AND JIAJIE DID AND JIAJIE'S FACEBOOK PROFILE PICTURE) for her Science project. I think Chloe's wig is gonna be borrowed by everyone hahahaha :p Anyway I had to go though a rocky road before she finally agreed to lend Alicia her wig. AND SO I left my house at about 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn was the last to arrive..... he was in all white and Alvina said he looked like he wanna attend a funeral. Alvina and I were wearing pink shirt. And the pinkness was practically similar and Peter was wearing green. Christmas colours? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the project at about 1:45pm and I only left her house at like what...9:15pm? It's pretty cool because she has the whole house to herself for the whole entire day and she can have like partayyyyyy until 12 or so as long as her parents doesn't find out and the house still looks like a decent house. Hahahaha. ANYWAY the reason why we took so long to finish is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;filming was as hard as we thought&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter forgot to bring the script down so we had to like improvise all the way........ -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were distracted half way by the small little kids playing at the play ground and bringing naked barbie dolls (with Ken, poor Ken) down to the pool and giving them a nice 'bath'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were distracted by the TV shows on her TV :p we wasted like an hour watching iCarly HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA ok don't judge us!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhmmmmm yeahhhhh. We finished everything by like 5 or 6 or even 6:01 LOL jk or 6:30, but Alvina treated us with Canadian pizzas AND cheese.. sausages I think, yeah, thanks Alvinaaaaa! :D AND we watched 17 Again. But after the guys finished their pizzas they left at 8:30pm. I wanted to finish the movie, so I left laterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna edit and publish the video, Alvina's editing the site and we're done and I'm left with History. I MEAN WHO ACTUALLY FINISHED HISTORY?!?! Almost 99.9% of the people I asked, 'what homework are you left with?' 'Literature and History' everyone also like that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S getting pretty late like 11:20pm and I'm supposed to be asleep 35 minutes ago (my bed time hahahahahahahaha :p be jjjjjjj). Thanks for the great day Alvina! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEE TEE EF ANN HOMIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh and before Albert starts bugging me, - HUGE CREDITS TO ALBERT FOR LENDING ME YOUR AWESOME CAM! Go to sleep fail-chinese-speaking person. (he thought that run in chinese was pan (still can tweet is I fail ah. Noobster.com :D) and kept saying 'wo yao shui tiao (YES TIAO)' even though I told him that it's shui JIAO. I mean what the chinese is shui tiao?! There's a full conversation on this thing. BUT SINCE I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING MORE I SHOULD PUT HAHAHAHA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-about to sleep-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: wo YAO shui TIAO! (emphasize on the capitalized words :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: JIAO bird, it's shui JIAO, ok?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: jiao meh?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Ok ok you go tell that to your China friend see how she reacts. You know tiao means jump?! Chinese failllllllll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-owned, awkward silence-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: Ok then you know what's pan? And no not Pantita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: (thinking real hard) welllll I don't know pancakes? I don't know. What?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: RUN YOU NOOB! HA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-awkward silence 2-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He didn't realize he just owned himsef)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: PAO bird, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P A O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: Oh............... I feel so noob now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you're a f*cking cross country captain and imagine you tell your teammates like 'PAN PAN!' and they're like ???????????????? what the f- are you talking about? and you're like 'well ya know... run' 'PAO Albert, PAO' hahahaha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-silence-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Bird you know what's tomorrow in chinese?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: Uhmmmmmmm nopeee. You?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Yes I doooooo :p Mingtian ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: Then you know what's 'now' in chinese?!!??!!?!?!?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: (I was thinking he knew and.........) nope, what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert: Dunno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;L O L. And he kept sua-ing me. He's just like sua sua sua sua sua sua sua all the way, but when he pronounced sua it sounds like swag. Imagine he's like arguing with an American and he says 'sua' and the American person's like 'we're arguing and you say swag?' LOL Ok really. This was supposed to be a short update but I like to talk about rubbish :) can't help it. Over and out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2101297701346038194?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2101297701346038194/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2101297701346038194' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2101297701346038194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2101297701346038194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/filming-dayyyyy.html' title='Filming dayyyyy.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4741104835454051444</id><published>2011-06-15T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:44:36.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@9:48pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just made me less guilty and made me feel a little lighter on the heart..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdVZFVVlD7s/TfjFNN5zYpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/348HtyxH4XE/s1600/IMG_0196.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdVZFVVlD7s/TfjFNN5zYpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/348HtyxH4XE/s320/IMG_0196.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sweet peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I have to be fucking sick! Why why why why why and now I missed a game that I was fucking excited for AND gonna miss tomorrow's game with Hua Yi. I mean I CAN go but I can't fucking play. I can be sick as a person with a H1N1 or whatever deadly disease I CAN JUST PLAY FOR TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!! right after we win the last point that moment I can just die on the spot I WANT TO PLAY YOU UNDERSTAND UGH. I've never been so excited for a game this much and now I have to miss it. I just called Sing and cried my eyeballs out. I never cried for missing a friendly before. Whyyyyyyyyy ughhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen to people who wait well I'M WAITING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYY AM I SOOO UPSET OVER THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4741104835454051444?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4741104835454051444/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4741104835454051444' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4741104835454051444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4741104835454051444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-do-i-have-to-be-fucking-sick-why.html' title='Y'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdVZFVVlD7s/TfjFNN5zYpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/348HtyxH4XE/s72-c/IMG_0196.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-9205015748924749603</id><published>2011-06-14T22:32:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:39:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the part when we say we're in-love~~</title><content type='html'>When We Say- AJ Rafael. That's good music, my child :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's 10:30pm on my bed and posting on my iPod and I just took 3 of my '&lt;i&gt;may cause drowsiness&lt;/I&gt;' meds (which affects me like mad, like what I told Try) and I'm expecting myself to feel weak tired restless sleepy and floating in the air and waiting for 10:45pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I forgot what I did past few days and god I don't even know what day it is without looking at the calendar! It has always been like this during the holidays. All we/I have in my mind is play sleep and enjoy. Because that is what holidays are for. Schools should get their definition of holidays right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Angel texted me after their game with St Hildas and they lost :( it sucks BIG TIME that I didn't get to go for a game I was damn excited for. I guess Sing cursed pretty well :p right after reading Angel's text I was pretty disheartened that we lost to a school we won before :( I hope my team still applies MCP and the exact feeling they had on the 12th of April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing the whole day. BUT LAST NIGHT I SLEPT AT 10:45pm and today I woke up at like 10:55am or so! Wanna know why am I so happy?! Well no you can't :P LOL OK this just got awkward................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I woke up and watched The Proposal (Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds) for the first time (don't judge me) and I swear it's FERACKIN' HILARIOUS. Chloe was playing Sims 3 on the desktop and I was watching it in the living room so she got distracted and watched with me ^^ a few quotes we never forgot from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't understand!'&lt;br /&gt;'I can't swim!!!' 'yeah uhm. Hence the boat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I swear it was a GREAT movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, the medicine put me to sleep until about 3:30 and I.... Just lied down on the sofa and at 4:30 I had to take the medicine again and I was feeling all weak again... -.- I didn't wanna fall asleep. That will make me a pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be 10:45 soon. Oh and I finished my literature. FINALLY AFTER 2 FREAKING DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who wished  me a 'get well soon'! I appreciate it a lot &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-9205015748924749603?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9205015748924749603/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=9205015748924749603' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/9205015748924749603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/9205015748924749603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-part-when-we-say-were-in-love.html' title='This is the part when we say we&apos;re in-love~~'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4032654783026495284</id><published>2011-06-12T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:09:41.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighbours think that I'm crazyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Still listening to AJ's Talking To The Moon ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy I HATE BEING SICK now I have to stay at home and do nothing but rest, drink more water and rest :( I planned to do homework today and go over my aunt's house which I planned for a week and I've always been looking forward to BUT NO my stupid nose throat and head is killing meeeeeeh. I blame Sing and Albert. 2 people I've always played and interacted with these past few days. I don't wanna miss Tuesday's game with St. Hildasssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy Rey's in Malaysia with his family right now. He sounded so pissed when his mum said they'll be going to Malaysia today. But anyway enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update l8r :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4032654783026495284?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4032654783026495284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4032654783026495284' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4032654783026495284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4032654783026495284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-neighbours-think-that-im-crazyyyyy.html' title='My neighbours think that I&apos;m crazyyyyy'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1819431781899972197</id><published>2011-06-11T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:34:32.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plank craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@11:31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I forgot to mention. I was looking at the new updates for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://oddee.com/"&gt;Oddee&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a picture totally reminded me of Sing and her epic pictures in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9wfzXjYxI/TfOQEotDw9I/AAAAAAAAAow/syBMHSlJel4/s1600/van+hud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9wfzXjYxI/TfOQEotDw9I/AAAAAAAAAow/syBMHSlJel4/s320/van+hud.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cover her hand she'll actually look exactly like Sing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF-EuYeWsLg/TfOQihAhkwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/POfiPsSwONM/s1600/IMG_8250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF-EuYeWsLg/TfOQihAhkwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/POfiPsSwONM/s320/IMG_8250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SENSE? HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHHAA. The Vanessa Hudgens picture came from '15&lt;br /&gt; celebs with signature poses' AND I BELIEVE IT SHALL BE 16 NOW THAT SING HAS HER OWN SIGNATURE POSE. It's Vanessa Hudgens that copied her, not Sing copied Vanessa. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN and goodnight &lt;3&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was freakin' awesome today. I KILLED the ball. Jumped up like a G6 (when I jump up I can feel that I'm like flying LOL). Whacked it. If ONLY I can spike like that for Tuesday's and Thursday's game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna serve and spike killer ballz man YEAH BUDDY. NO PAIN NO GAIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY A NEW VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m42enOuHVRY?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share share share ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1819431781899972197?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1819431781899972197/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1819431781899972197' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1819431781899972197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1819431781899972197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/plank-craze.html' title='Plank craze!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9wfzXjYxI/TfOQEotDw9I/AAAAAAAAAow/syBMHSlJel4/s72-c/van+hud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8394113228600408250</id><published>2011-06-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:41:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody was Kung fu fighting!</title><content type='html'>I caught Kung Fu Panda 2 with my family today. I didn't laugh as much :( I thought it'd be hilarious shit because when I asked Nadine and Chloe for the movie review, they said it was hilarrrrrr but no :( Kind of disappointed. I mean there &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; funny parts, like what that peacock said (it said it'll take over China and I whispered to Chloe, 'Chlo, a freaking peacock just said it'll rule China. And I mean &lt;b&gt;China'&lt;/b&gt;),&amp;nbsp;but I still prefer Kung Fu Panda 1 compared to this. ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the movie, I saw that panda's dad and I went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I wanna see your peacock cock cock cock&lt;/i&gt;!' knowing that it was a peacock and Chloe owned me by saying 'that's a goose'. LOL. A sad scene was playing that moment by the way so it was awkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. After the movie Chloe, my mum and I went mini shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got a cork board. LOL. I've been saying I wanna get one but I always get lazy. I was so happy with what I did that I wanna share it with you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUpld7gKuzA/TfJBaH_vnJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rgLrxig8xX4/s1600/IMG_4470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUpld7gKuzA/TfJBaH_vnJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rgLrxig8xX4/s400/IMG_4470.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took me like 30 freakin' minutes on inserting the pin into the board so I'll get to hang it -.- my fingers were painful like mad after I hammered it in. Stupid pin! But it's all worth it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHTjYG2NURI/TfJBsU7mXrI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfs6T4I2gUw/s1600/IMG_4478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHTjYG2NURI/TfJBsU7mXrI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfs6T4I2gUw/s400/IMG_4478.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never followed the second one... well sorry to whoever wrote this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJAKBhQaZ5E/TfJB-fqp1RI/AAAAAAAAAok/4aNItbmx64w/s1600/IMG_4479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJAKBhQaZ5E/TfJB-fqp1RI/AAAAAAAAAok/4aNItbmx64w/s400/IMG_4479.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who likes clearing up their study table anyway?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJAKBhQaZ5E/TfJB-fqp1RI/AAAAAAAAAok/4aNItbmx64w/s1600/IMG_4479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7h-MaqiqAY/TfJCPYTTLrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WDadxEHuszs/s1600/IMG_4481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7h-MaqiqAY/TfJCPYTTLrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WDadxEHuszs/s400/IMG_4481.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quotes that motivate me when I'm studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z-IaUWs1sk/TfJChWjYsSI/AAAAAAAAAos/J893QQgpbgg/s1600/IMG_4482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z-IaUWs1sk/TfJChWjYsSI/AAAAAAAAAos/J893QQgpbgg/s400/IMG_4482.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An -almost- empty cork board that will be soon filled up with lot's of pretty paperrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just read&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://xintien.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sing's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog and she mentioned that the best blogs she have visited so far is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ablessednuisance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xinpei's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and mine. It made me happy for awhile there, I appreciate that a lot. At least she let me know that someone's actually reading my entries that I'm always excited to publish to entertain people :) I like the feeling when people actually look forward to my entries, because I know how it feels when you always, well almost, check that person's blog hoping for a new entry :D&amp;nbsp;oh and if you have some spare time, you can read random stories/entries @&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lifej-ournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifej-ournal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a great day tomorrow. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's training. Yeah buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a best="" blog.="" blogs&amp;nbsp;="" href="http://www.blogger.com/xintien.blogspot.com" ing's="" said="" she="" that="" the=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a best="" blog.="" blogs&amp;nbsp;="" href="http://www.blogger.com/xintien.blogspot.com" ing's="" said="" she="" that="" the=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8394113228600408250?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8394113228600408250/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8394113228600408250' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8394113228600408250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8394113228600408250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/everybody-was-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Everybody was Kung fu fighting!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUpld7gKuzA/TfJBaH_vnJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rgLrxig8xX4/s72-c/IMG_4470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-286655198393091273</id><published>2011-06-08T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:32:26.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Sing to the power of Sing/ Sing[2]!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 10:14pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told my sister what I typed in the search bar to search for that epic picture there and I swear she had the time of her life.......... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN to the power of 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Sing today for the first time after a year and 6 months, I just realized that. I mean we went to different places a lot of times before, but it's either a group outing with W2F8 or we go to each other's/people's house... it's quite a shame that only after 1 year and a half we get to go out together alone. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooooo I woke up at 11 today (always like that!) and met her at 12:30pm and we took the train to the common malls found at Sembawang -&amp;gt; Yishun -&amp;gt; Ang Mo Kio -&amp;gt; Woodlands. LOL we, I mean I couldn't find what I wanted to look for. I haven't even bought a single thing and this &lt;i&gt;chao&lt;/i&gt; aunty Sing to the power of Sing already bought like so much stuffs. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Popular just to look around, and we saw this section of Post-it notes. And we were like so damn amazed with them. I just felt like buying one of each kind. They make me smile sooo much :D call me a weirdo but WHATEVS CHEVS. I think she's already as obsessed as me, we spent like 18534267 hours on that section :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and when we were at AMK hub, she wanted to buy her frozen yogurt so damn badly. When we were at Sembawang she already kept saying she wanted her yogurt, but I don't know why she didn't wanna buy. She dragged until AMK hub and then she bought her yogurt AND WE SAW SOMETHING THAT MADE ME SMILE/LAUGH FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she was choosing her flavour for yogurt, we saw this super buff man, like a GROWN man with his daughter buying frozen yogurt too. I saw his shirt, it was like gonna explode of excessive arm and abs muscles, but then when I saw his shorts....... FBT curved cut/&lt;i&gt;butterfly&lt;/i&gt; cut -.- I know some guys out there uses them too, I don't know whether it's straight cut or what, (but straight cut is more masculine, please don't use curved) but it was barely covering his butt cheeks/buns/whatever you call that. I can't say he's gay because he was damn muscular on the legs and upper body and he has a DAUGHTER. And no, the colour's not black but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; blue. LOL I just couldn't stop laughing at those. His butt was so.... disturbing! Don't you call me a perv because when you see that man you'll probably laugh at it too ^^ he may be a model like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2B8BWEUmfx0/Te93IBwLfFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w87kfd5Y39Q/s1600/il_570xN.126064471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2B8BWEUmfx0/Te93IBwLfFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w87kfd5Y39Q/s320/il_570xN.126064471.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do NOT ask me what I typed in the search bar..... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK ENOUGH hahahaha. Soooo we headed back to Woodlands and just go to Causeway point to kill time. It was around... 5. We went window shopping and we went in lots of shops. We spent quite a while in Uniqlo and Cotton On. Out of boredom, I saw a looooooooooooong sexy dress and suggested that Sing would try it out since she had a nice body shape (Sing I know you're smiling and praising yourself now HAHAHAHAHAHA) BUT she didn't want to. So she saw this mannequin with a nice top and said if I found that in the shop, she'll try that out and try a dress of my choice that I want her to try. BUT DAMN I couldn't find :( :( :( we were laughing like mad at Uniqlo and Cotton On. I forgot what we were laughing about but I had a good day today :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyyy a random picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXVYsjGjKuA/Te94wyk7iyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/23hiLJcWwZQ/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXVYsjGjKuA/Te94wyk7iyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/23hiLJcWwZQ/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duration of the first question= &lt;b&gt;W I N&lt;/b&gt; :D See the answer also never mind, give you bonus but you still need the working written neatly on a piece of paperrrrrrr uh huh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great day today. Hoping for the best tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-286655198393091273?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/286655198393091273/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=286655198393091273' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/286655198393091273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/286655198393091273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-with-sing-to-power-of-sing-sing2.html' title='A day with Sing to the power of Sing/ Sing[2]!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2B8BWEUmfx0/Te93IBwLfFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w87kfd5Y39Q/s72-c/il_570xN.126064471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-3272744990623142046</id><published>2011-06-05T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:48:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalan-nya day!</title><content type='html'>As how Rey's mum pronounced Lasagna...... HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO today was a good and enjoyable day! The weather in the morning was AWESOME.......... but awful -.- awesome in a way that I got to sleep until 11:30am and awful in a way that the thunder woke me up at 9:30am (I was telling the thunder to shut up in my mind I SAID IN MY MIND) and the rain caused me to drag time until 1:30 before I can leave my house for Rey's house -.- I thought the rain was a never-ending one until 1:30 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got there and did 3 or 4 questions of Ace Learning for math. I freakin' forgot my USERNAME. Usually people would forget their password, but I forgot my username. What a shame! I actually called Chloe to check for me but I still couldn't get in :( but I got my own way of logging in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45pm and we went to 888 to get spring chicken (winter chicken HAHAHAHAHAHA) since his mum told Rey to buy for.... after-lunch meal. No not dinner, just a meal after lunch and before dinner LOL. I didn't wanna stay at home, I &lt;i&gt;may get eaten by his mum (inside joke!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I swear I didn't know his mum was HILARIOUS. Rey and his mum was talking about what and where to buy, and the conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell the person to put many chilli!" "many many many many many many many chilli! If he doesn't tell him my mother will come after you!"&lt;br /&gt;-laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's not even a conversation because only the mum was involved LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O L I SWEAR I WAS LAUGHING LIKE MAD OUTSIDE HER BEDROOM. And she also said if the spring chicken costs more than $8.50 we might as well buy chicken from the supermarket. LOL. I suggested we buy a whole chicken and a truck load of chilli hahahaha. We got there (we had to jaywalk..... TWICE! :( I hate jaywalking BECAUSE there's this awkward moment where you have this eye contact with the driver and don't know whether to take a step or not) and the spring chicken costs exactly $8.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5:15pm, we finally started on making our Lasagna. At first there were only 2 people in the kitchen, but when we only got into making the sauce for the Lasagna (second step), 5 people were in the kitchen. LOL his mum (future Chinese pop singer ^^), his aunt (another future singer hahahaha) and Jolie (my new playmate LOL) came in to practically do everything else. Except for Jolie, she was just on the floor offering me candies and telling Rey, '&lt;i&gt;kor&lt;/i&gt;! there's an onion skin on the floor!' HAHAHA. I stood there and listened to them speak in chinese and watch a little bit of HK drama (the TV was switched on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhmmmmmmmmmmm we failed with the first batch of Lasagna noodles. (my mum predicted that we'll confirm (I repeat &lt;b&gt;CONFIRM&lt;/b&gt;) fail the first time.. and she was right. Owned!) They were stuck together :( until his aunt helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum's expected Lasagna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-sM6XCHks/TeuTCLsrT_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pgx-z5tZo0s/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-sM6XCHks/TeuTCLsrT_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pgx-z5tZo0s/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I watched her make this last Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And ours turned out to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-sM6XCHks/TeuTCLsrT_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pgx-z5tZo0s/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-922HYemeQG0/TeuTIT6OWxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YYjeSc-8a_w/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-922HYemeQG0/TeuTIT6OWxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YYjeSc-8a_w/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I KNOW THEY'RE NOWHERE CLOSE TO SIMILAR because one looks like........................ pizza and other one looks like a real Lasagna. Don't judge by it's looks, they both tastes good :D except that the one we made was a little bit too sauce-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo I stayed 'til around...... 7:45pm because I was playing with Jolie and I also thought Albert haven't reached home yet (he went mountain hiking @ Mount K. I'm so proud of him, he completed the whole hike and I think he was the youngest to complete :D love you Bird!). Jolie had the chance to take picture with me or hug me but she doesn't want to, I guess she was shy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family left the house the same time since I had to go home and Jolie, her mum and aunt wanted to go out to... I don't know. When Rey was talking to my mum at the entrance of my house Albert suddenly came out of nowhere shirtless and with jeans on with his tights garter visible and carried and hugged me out of the house and natural reaction: I screamed and whacked his butt. LOL. He hugged me for like 5 minutes straight while Rey and my mum talked at the dining area about the Lasagna we made. LOL. I guess it was awkward for Rey to talk to my mum about the Lasagna and I was over there...... being hugged by Albert. HAHAHA. Rey left after having a conversation with my mum about the Lasagna. I was all sweaty when Albert finally let go of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in my room and I s w e a r I was damn happyyyyy :) &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about my day. NOW ABOUT Friday night and yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bomb.... :) and dinner was THE best! If only camp had that kind of food.... special thanks to Raifana's grandmother and mum for the food! It was awesome! If only I could cook like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random conversation with Meilain during dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I took my 3rd serving for dessert-&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian: &lt;i&gt;AIYO&lt;/i&gt; KAS. STOP EATING &lt;i&gt;LA&lt;/i&gt;! LATER YOU BECOME FAT!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;NI&lt;/i&gt; JEALOUS AH?&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian: -nag nag nag-...... can help me get one? :) (shy face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And I was beside Jen, Sing was getting her dessert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omg! I want desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO SHE DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE. She really said dessert as desert. LOL. Sorry Jen, love you so much &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we had free time until 8 and the farewell program until 10:30. Coach got caked on the face...... hahahaha ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when the seniors were showing what they did for us, I dunno what got into Sing and took my phone first and I thought she wanted to play games, but after she took my phone she took my iTouch also. So it's like something suspicious. I checked the time on my phone and I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3p0jypNq7w/TeuTDEI1s8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Q1sVsw8Vctw/s1600/IMG_0187.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3p0jypNq7w/TeuTDEI1s8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Q1sVsw8Vctw/s320/IMG_0187.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(she's wearing high heels with socks LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I laughed real hard (but silently) and after I got my breath back I said, 'THICK SKIN!' and she finally knew what I meant and we laughed together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But you think her thick skin-ness ends here? Nope ^^ I checked my iTouch and saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CyDBa2gwGY/Teul39WkTgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Jze_3JU1qsc/s1600/IMG_0084.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CyDBa2gwGY/Teul39WkTgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Jze_3JU1qsc/s320/IMG_0084.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh Sing... :) but seriously, I can really say she's photogenic. Any retarded face she gives, she still looks glamorously good/hilarious :) Like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McV4Wsx_xFA/Teumjbs1ktI/AAAAAAAAAng/G8J61Ek7EGo/s1600/IMG_8384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McV4Wsx_xFA/Teumjbs1ktI/AAAAAAAAAng/G8J61Ek7EGo/s320/IMG_8384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture that never gets old........ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqjH9jIBWHA/TeumqtM5eTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LabrSwEfooQ/s1600/IMG_8385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqjH9jIBWHA/TeumqtM5eTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LabrSwEfooQ/s320/IMG_8385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ap4VJtUYjF4/TeunXSv7v-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PcXiSe1kEvw/s1600/IMG_8395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ap4VJtUYjF4/TeunXSv7v-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PcXiSe1kEvw/s320/IMG_8395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ORRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kE-fWDOBt5U/TeuneUkd6eI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tsUYS2RYSVo/s1600/IMG_8396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kE-fWDOBt5U/TeuneUkd6eI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tsUYS2RYSVo/s320/IMG_8396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok that's enough, later she harass me. LOL. But there's like 4 pictures consecutively of her smiling like this person we find funny of how he/she smiles like. If you see one picture only, it's not funny. But when you view all 4 consecutively full screen, you can see the intensiveness is getting higher and higher. HAHAHA love you Sing to the power of Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT for those of you who didn't see on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFMcKWToxI/Teuoot7nGqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zOo6mU0LOxY/s1600/IMG_0192.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFMcKWToxI/Teuoot7nGqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zOo6mU0LOxY/s320/IMG_0192.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My current phone wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83WqwYKOsn4/TeupZteFeWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mFSaTZfFNtk/s1600/IMG_0082.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83WqwYKOsn4/TeupZteFeWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mFSaTZfFNtk/s320/IMG_0082.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This USED to be my iTouch wallpaper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took those 2 no-pupil-effect pictures by herself. Her zilian-ness is not those irritating type, it's those that could make you happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ANYWAY I WENT OUT OF POINT AGAIN LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10:45 we went to shower. I swear there were like 798432 cockroaches &amp;nbsp;at the toilet first floor. But the water was AWESOME. I thought it'd be cold BUT NO it was awesome :) &lt;i&gt;shiok&lt;/i&gt; ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Sing and I (we ran to the toilet like &lt;i&gt;chao&lt;/i&gt; aunties in the fish market :D) proceeded up to the hall to put our sleeping bags in place and talked about almost everything :D Oh Jeremy (another inside joke!) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't or feel any unusual stuffs. In other words- NO GHOSTS WERE SEEN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The curtain didn't move by itself at night..........-.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The piano didn't produce any noise when everyone was sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was no long-haired lady at the hall ceiling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't know who you wanna believe but yeah. Sing and I slept pretty late and my back ached. The floor was too hard and it was too flat :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7am wake up in the morning and I got, 'hey Kas, I think you sleep pretty &lt;i&gt;leh&lt;/i&gt;' from Sing. LOL I'm not trying to &lt;i&gt;thicken&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;skin&lt;/i&gt; but THAT'S SOMETHING WEIRD. How to sleep preeeeettyyyyyy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, we had sparring in the morning 'till 11:30am. I rested awhile and went to buy the ingredients with Rey for the Lasagna today. Those Lasagna sheets were damn hard to find. I'm kinda lazy to elaborate but it was fun and involved a lot of walking. 888 &amp;gt; Causeway point &amp;gt; 888 &amp;gt; The woodgrove mall/ NTUC &amp;gt; church. Ohhhhhh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My team went WWW today. Hope it went well! Oh and Sing can't wait to see you on Tuesday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great night ahead and goodnight -3[pi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-3272744990623142046?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3272744990623142046/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=3272744990623142046' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3272744990623142046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/3272744990623142046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/lalan-nya.html' title='Lalan-nya day!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-sM6XCHks/TeuTCLsrT_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pgx-z5tZo0s/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1924116754601899575</id><published>2011-06-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:24:43.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up feel the air the I'm breathin'</title><content type='html'>I wanna play PS Move before I leave home. I'm kinda addicted to it now ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway 2 hours 'till overnight and I haven't pack my bag yet..................................... yeah buddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I WANNA PLAY PS MOVE FIRST HA HA HA HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejwbSjrN8yA/Tehv1JBHg4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_WImyhaOQKo/s1600/Number+089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejwbSjrN8yA/Tehv1JBHg4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_WImyhaOQKo/s320/Number+089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND THIS IS FOR SING TO THE POWER OF SING :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this overnight will be a good one..... but I still can't wait for the weekends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1924116754601899575?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1924116754601899575/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1924116754601899575' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1924116754601899575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1924116754601899575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/wake-up-feel-air-im-breathin.html' title='Wake up feel the air the I&apos;m breathin&apos;'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejwbSjrN8yA/Tehv1JBHg4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_WImyhaOQKo/s72-c/Number+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1758872748209009221</id><published>2011-06-02T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:30:01.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Norah... I found Jesus!" "What?!" "Jesus! He's much taller in person......."</title><content type='html'>It's just one of those wacky movies that never got off my mind because I watched it too much... OH Nick and Norah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was pretty fun today... except that coach was a bit stricter than before. But we like it B-) cherish my friend, C H E R I S H! I did 300 digging against the wall non stop babayyyyyyyyyyy. NON STOP. So proud of myself :) Singtian also. Woohooooooo. Oh and we met Mr. Chin. No comments :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, I went home to take a shower and rested awhile knowing that I don't need to go over Alicia's house since Nataliex didn't call me up. I told her to call me if they're going over Alicia's house. But she didn't. I guess she was too amazed with her long hair :p At around 2 Nadine called up and I walked to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished rehearsing, but Angel and Jen weren't there, so we need to teach them the whole dance tomorrow... Never mind. &lt;i&gt;We're all in this together!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the whole volleyball team will be staying overnight tomorrow in school for a farewell party (cheap ah! Last year chalet until so high class................. :() and since 8pm almost everyone in my team took turn to phone me and text me about tomorrow like I know everything. LOL when Sing called me up to ask me something I told her, 'whoa am I a call centre or something?! I should get payed, 1 question $5!' &lt;b&gt;w i n :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played PS move for like 2 hours. A GREAT work out B-) I'm at Albert's work place now. And only tonight I understood why and how he can spend the whole day here... :D I'm sorry Bird but I'm using your computer now HAHAHA but never mind I don't even think you'll see this...... or not. But I'm your sister........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awkward no link my friend. &lt;i&gt;MEI YOU&lt;/i&gt; LINK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I played Band Hero first then PS Move. I played volleyball, table tennis and Frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY TRY WAS JUMPING LIKE MAD WHEN SHE PLAYS. And the rest of my teammates who got to try also. I myself also made weird noises and jumped :) BUT IT'S FUN AND NO ONE SAW IT so who &lt;b&gt;kas&lt;/b&gt;! It was a good 'workout' :) But sad note- my right arm is aching now and it's weak. Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even packed my bag for tomorrow. And it's 11:21pm but &lt;i&gt;wo yao shui jiao&lt;/i&gt;! (Creds to Bird :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night ahead........ and believe that you &lt;b&gt;can &lt;/b&gt;fly. That awesome sloth there &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Serena Nauser/shawarma! Have a happy and safe flight to Switzerland! Share the pics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1758872748209009221?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1758872748209009221/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1758872748209009221' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1758872748209009221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1758872748209009221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/norah-i-found-jesus-what-jesus-hes-much.html' title='&quot;Norah... I found Jesus!&quot; &quot;What?!&quot; &quot;Jesus! He&apos;s much taller in person.......&quot;'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1316908825479533187</id><published>2011-06-01T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:06:18.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few stuffs I'm excited for/happy about.... :)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1.Training tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; excited for tomorrow's training. Not because of Mr. Chin, because I finally worked on a skill I'm weak at. Yeah buddy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2. AJ Rafael's debut album will be released on the 7th :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know whether I can buy it here in SG though :'-( hopefully it's not only available in the US stores. iTunes pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3. Making Lasagna for the first time @ Rey's place on Sunday ^o^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;4. AJ covered Talking To The Moon.... in an epic way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nd6OG9WPQJ4?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you feel if one of your favourite singers on YouTube of all time covered a song of one of your favourite singers? I know right. The feeling is mutual, my child &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;5. Mini grocery shopping for Lasagna's ingredients this Saturday with Reyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HAPPY JUNE EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1316908825479533187?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1316908825479533187/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1316908825479533187' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1316908825479533187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1316908825479533187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-stuffs-im-excited-forhappy-about.html' title='A few stuffs I&apos;m excited for/happy about.... :)'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nd6OG9WPQJ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-8804373178422645207</id><published>2011-05-31T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:45:42.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm only gonna break your heart.</title><content type='html'>I may possibly hate the entire Brazil just because of Marcio. Break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ba7rRfKIHxU?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-8804373178422645207?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8804373178422645207/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=8804373178422645207' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8804373178422645207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/8804373178422645207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-only-gonna-break-your-heart.html' title='I&apos;m only gonna break your heart.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ba7rRfKIHxU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-2713288071584272415</id><published>2011-05-29T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:59:48.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn up the bass, turn up the treble. I'm about to take you to a whole new level!</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii all how was your last week of school? ^^ I forgot how mine went because too much stuffs happened, including today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Results&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semester 1 reflection!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point- results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess a lot of bloggers would talk about their results by now also, because I bet they have nothing to talk about too :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I'm not here to show off. Because I have nothing to show off... LOL. I just wanna &lt;i&gt;share the feeling&lt;/i&gt; (me either I don't know what am I talking about).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got my result slip. I had &lt;b&gt;NO &lt;/b&gt;feeling. Like seriously, if some people were dying of regret because they didn't study hard enough or dying of happiness because they got what they wanted, I had no reaction. I wasn't heart-broken or felt like being an emo-gay-shit. My first reaction when I saw my class position, 'oh ok.' YUP exactly like how Ahlian replied my 'I feel so guilty' text. It's not that I'm heartless or anything, but I kind of expected it. Duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to all who achieved their goals earlier this year :) This just showed me how much work that needs to be done over the next few months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point- Friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship seems like a general topic to talk about; friendship can be mind-wondering and it may take you to hours just to discover the interpretations of friendship. What is friendship anyway? In Wikipedia, friendship is defined as a form of interpersonal relationship. Even Wiki agrees with me when I say friendship comes in a various definitions. But what is friendship to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our life advances ,we meet different kinds of people who may become our lifetime or short time friends. Some of us may have childhood friends, the ones you share toys with rather fight toys with. Some&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;us grow up with these&amp;nbsp;people, stay in contact with them, or maybe they're just a figment of our memories. We stumble upon new friends as we go through our&amp;nbsp;adolescence, where I currently stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My BFF and I spend a lot of time together, mainly we are in the same school, class, &lt;b&gt;have common interest (NOTE:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the MAIN thing why people come together), and so on. Being as student, my friends and I help each other in our studies and&amp;nbsp;support&amp;nbsp;one another&amp;nbsp;whenever&amp;nbsp;we go through an emotional roller coaster, which happens more frequently as teenagers like me grow up. My friends can relate to me as we are from the same age group, and we know that we &lt;b&gt;can trust one another. &lt;/b&gt;Like little girls, we still share secrets about boys, gossip a little bit here and there and as girls we just want to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we walk on to live where we grow as&amp;nbsp;ladies&amp;nbsp;and gentleman, entering the complex world that is prepared for us. Of course, there are adjustments and had changes, and here is when our friends hold out hand and take the tedious road with us. We inculcate and discover new events together and see another person's perspective, which you may come to realize, will be a great help in life. As we fall back from time to time, our friends are those who give (not lend) a helping hand when we most need it. Sometimes, I imagine how it will be like for me and my friends when I grow up. Will we be still together? Will my friends be there when we grad from different academies? Will they be the ones to witness how I find my Romeo, or will I be the one to see them fall in love? Friends: they are like our personal diaries; no need of a paper and pen to&amp;nbsp;inscribe&amp;nbsp;all the happening,&lt;b&gt; but they watch you unfold as a person&lt;/b&gt;, as we build our lives together. As we grow old, we could have encountered an inter mixture of friends. &lt;b&gt;They will be the ones to say, 'Hey,&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;that time when we.....' and laugh as we&amp;nbsp;reminisce&amp;nbsp;the times together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are found everywhere; yes, you can never hide from them. At home, our friends could be our parents, siblings and your pet too. They may not be the best among the very best, but they should be considered as the most&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;ones because they are the ones, because they are the&amp;nbsp;ones&amp;nbsp;who knew&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;from the younger years. Therefore, they will probably know you best. Friends are most obvious in school. They are our classmates, teachers or even your hated enemy. However, friends may not be so obvious to us when we are in a community. Our friends can start from the friendly bus driver, the (chao) aunt who served you at your favourite hawker centre or even strangers &amp;nbsp;who help you pick up your coins whenever you unconsciously drop them. For this generation, friends can emerge from Facebook or open chats. They can even be from different countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding a friend is much more tantalizing than a love story; sharing a journey of life with them us much more thrilling than a roller coaster ride, and our fights may be more&amp;nbsp;aggressive&amp;nbsp;than drama on TV. &lt;b&gt;Yes, having a friend may have its disadvantages, but do they outnumber the advantage of having him or her in your life? If yes, you might wanna consider that friend of yours. Friendship is something we definitely should NOT TAKE FOR GRANTED although we do take advantage of them unknowingly. &lt;/b&gt;Friends show that in this small world of ours, when we are emotionally down and physically broken, somebody out there still cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if friends ever take other friends for fucking granted, I just think it's ridiculous. What's the point of being friends if you just wanna take him or her for granted? S t u p i d i t y, my child.&amp;nbsp;This was a time-killer, if you don't have the mood to read then don't. I can totally relate to this article I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third point- reflection for first sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the reflection I gave to my form teacher. Just thought it'd be nice to share with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Hey Mr.&amp;nbsp; Yeoh, may I know what class I am in this year?”&amp;nbsp; “You will be in 2e3 this year. Form teacher Ms Gan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was my conversation via text with my Secondary 1 form teacher, Mr. Felix Yeoh, a day before the school reopens. I just wanted to make sure what class I was in, so that I won’t be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; like a lost bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; when we assemble in the morning. I was pretty sure I was assigned to be in 2E1, since I was gonna be transferred from the NA stream to Express stream, a quite number of my friends also expected me to be in 2E1 too, but then when I asked Mr Yeoh about it, it changed everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was feeling rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Gill Sans'; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;happy and thrilled since I had two good friends in that class. Meilian and Tryphena. I was pretty close to Meilian since she was the vice captain of the team and I’m the captain, so we have a ‘special’ relationship. Both of them were from my primary school, the same volleyball team. My excitement was practically as high as the Empire State building because it was really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Gill Sans'; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But on the same time, I was pretty miserable because I’m not in the same class as one of my best friends... and now the time we spend with each other has dropped drastically, which makes me even sadder! I was pretty surprised when Mr Yeoh told me I was eligible for the Express stream. I didn’t really expect to be in the Express stream in the year 2011, but I guess I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in a way that I just studied my brain off and got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; results. It was the very first time I topped my class :’-) and plus I failed my first 2 Math common test and had volleyball competition during class last, so I was taken out mostly during Math class. This just taught me that nothing is impossible, even a not-smart person (like me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Gill Sans'; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; be like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; students in the Express stream :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my year started off with only having 4 friends in the class. Try (Tryphena), Ahlian (Meilian), Mingjie and Jiawei. I have no idea how I knew everyone’s name in 3 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like last year, I was feeling a little bit left out and missed my ex-class. Last year (2010), I missed my P6 friends/class sooooo much that I was feeling so depressed that I wanted to quit school since I hated my new surrounding so much (I couldn’t adjust), this year (2011), pretty much the same thing happened. But I didn’t wanna quit school of course, last year’s case was much more severe. I was just feeling sad because I couldn’t adjust and I missed Xintien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mentioned in one of my blog entries earlier this year when I was talking about how I felt about my new surrounding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yuuuup as months went by, I adjusted slowly, until July. July onwards I was already fine with the environment and all. My volleyball teammates were all helpful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT THEN when I already adjusted to my new class (1N5), I got into express unexpectedly. So it's like, everything is restarted again. New environment, new teachers, new classroom, and new people. So what is this supposed to mean? Am I suppose to hate everything again? Should I publish another post saying I wanna die and I'm tired of living and say I should quit school?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now it’s only May and I have already adjusted fully to my new class, which is a good thing!&amp;nbsp; I don’t even remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; feeling anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lot of school activities made me build stronger relationship with my classmates, like Sports Heats, Sports Day, that oranges-giving activity to our neighbour during the CNY, PE class and lots more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was a very shy girl (and still am, a little bit) when it comes to presentations. I would turn mad-red if I face a lot of people and present something. But since the number of presentations I had this first half of the year was around 4,5. I became a better presenter, in a way that I don’t turn as red as I was before!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier this year, my aim academically was not to struggle and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and to be in the top 20 in class. I don’t think I worked as hard as last year, but I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; struggle. Which is a good sign, I could handle the Express stream after all. I thought I needed to study every single day just to be on par with the people in the class. But I expected too much. What I observed between the NA and Express classes: Express classes are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Gill Sans'; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; quieter during lesson time, more responsible and respectful towards teachers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My results were... not as high as last year but I’m pretty much happy with it, because I didn’t fail any (except for Literature ugh!), happiness :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As for my CCA, my zonals are in July and I’m trying my best to train my team mentally. Telling them the correct mindset and not to give up easily. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Gill Sans'; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in our team had to leave us.. A very very very sad case, but we can’t stop her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a happy life ahead :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will definitely work harder next Semester! Well I hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 21.2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth point- today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Sing MJ and Rey (I don't know why but I like to call my friends' name in short form. I call almost everyone in my team by a one-syllable name, because I'm cool like that) at the library at 10, because MJ didn't want to sit on the floor.................... -.- well never mind, we were preeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty fortunate that Sing found a table at the fourth level :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, almost 70% of the time we weren't doing our work. We were only concentrated for the first 30 minutes, and the rest of the 7 hours (not straight though, we went for a lunch break at around 2) were split into 3 parts. Either doing our work, playing with iTouch/iPhone or talking/laughing. Imagine if we went over to people's house, we would be laughing and giggling the whole time. We couldn't make so much noise at the library despite young kids in Superman cape running around, a lost kid making farting noises with his mouth and a group of RP students discussing their presentation the next day. Well so far I only got to complete Geography and half of Math......................... But at least I enjoyed my day today &amp;amp;lt;3! I got home and I was so tired that I slept for almost 2 hours. I don't know how on earth am I gonna sleep early by tonight. OH well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth point- Tomorrowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going to Alicia's house in the morning (means no sleeping till 11 :() to meet up with the whole team for Farewell party and HOPEFULLY A MOVIE WITH THEM &amp;amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else to talk about............................ EXCEPT FOR THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="Justin Bieber Grabbing Selena's BUTT" src="http://oceanup.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/main_pic/images/bieber-selena-butt-grab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok look, I HAD a good impression of Biebs and Gomez, BUT WHAT THE BUTT GRABBING MAN!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Get. a. room. You how old only, touch girls ass already. And both of them have like $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ go get a high class hotel and you can grab each other's body part as much as you can man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oceanup.com/2011/may/27/justin-bieber-grabbing-selenas-butt"&gt;Full article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed man :( They just ruined their imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkk I'm ending now. Great night ahead everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-2713288071584272415?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2713288071584272415/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=2713288071584272415' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2713288071584272415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/2713288071584272415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-up-bass-turn-up-treble-im-about-to.html' title='Turn up the bass, turn up the treble. I&apos;m about to take you to a whole new level!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-1947191571157851322</id><published>2011-05-22T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:56:23.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;p2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@10:58pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qyxPCCqBrY8?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new videooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :D we took this last year.. sorry for the lag HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate it as 10/5 (on purpose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a burning hot weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update l8r!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-1947191571157851322?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1947191571157851322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=1947191571157851322' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1947191571157851322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/1947191571157851322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/strangers-again.html' title='Strangers, again.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qyxPCCqBrY8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-5426441254016925893</id><published>2011-05-21T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:00:04.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/INx8ZZxZ5kY?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHESTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yxceEHatfAU?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect song to express what I'm feeling right now.. And;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not angry with anything/anyone. I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt;. (But like what I've been saying, if you feel guilty, WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOO? :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This entry is not directed to anyone.. I love everyone at the moment (I said &lt;b&gt;at the moment&lt;/b&gt;) peace all -3(pi).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah.. that's about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to the video by Chester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching his videos (and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/wongfuproductions"&gt;Wongfu Prod's too&lt;/a&gt;) and found this. I watched this a few months back for the first time, but only this week I started to like and appreciate this song. (Call me a l a g but I'm cool (no link much?!)) Because 1) it takes guts to say 'FUCK YOU' if you're a YouTuber/singer on YouTube that has good impression from everyone since you're the&lt;i&gt; good guy&lt;/i&gt;. In comparison: it is as good as Mrs Kok &amp;nbsp;suddenly saying 'FUCK YOU!' in front of the whole school during morning assembly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just loooooooooooooooooove the way how he says 'FUCK YOU'. It's soooooooooo powerful in a way that it makes me smile whenever he says that. Can't stop smiling now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2 of &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/sweetestkind"&gt;Dee Kosh&lt;/a&gt;'s&amp;nbsp;videos that never failed to make me smile like :D! Y E A H B U D D Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zKhW-surkEQ?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;'A packet of potato chips and marshmallows, a pack of chicken rice (what the shit hahaha), a cellphone casing and a condom.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;'ZHEN DE MAAAAAA? AH! AH! NI SAW.... NI KAN AH VAH TAH MAAAA? AH! AH! NI YAO TREE DEE MA? AH AH!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/faekAp5E-QU?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;'with the pink tudong (omg sorry if I offended anyone, I have no idea how to spell thattt, peace to all Muslims!)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;'and then she looked up to me with her cute little eyes twinkling in the sunlight thinking that I would give a shit'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;'and all you want for Christmas is your 2 front teeth!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch these 2 videos if you don't understand a single shit about the 5 points.. AHAHSIOL... AH AH! ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 11:34pm and I'm not asleep yet despite the fact that I had volleyball session practically the whole day.. I really hope Sing's fine now &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all and have a great night ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-5426441254016925893?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5426441254016925893/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=5426441254016925893' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5426441254016925893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/5426441254016925893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you!'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/INx8ZZxZ5kY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6543683315494693972</id><published>2011-05-20T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:34:08.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan and the 7 dwarfs....</title><content type='html'>Not a very good morning, I was aching practically everywhere.. especially my back and arms. Never mind, it's all in the fun ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science was a little bit boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played handball for PE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speech and Drama from 10:30 to 12:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Badminton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point- Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't very sleepy, which was good. We did a reflection for 30 minutes, and went through our Science paper 1. It was a bore :/ But MJ kept me alive and breathing! His nonsense can really keep you awake ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point- Handballllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah b u d d y. I forgot who my teammates were but I was with Ahlian and Try. Halfway through the game Ms Gan played against my team. I tell ya, she's a freaking &lt;b&gt;handball player! &lt;/b&gt;She played just like Albert, so professional-like. Both of their jump shots were freaking awesome. I think Ms Gan was a handball player when she was younger ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and recess. Try was pissed of with something/&lt;i&gt;someone.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;When she was walking, I thought she was about to smile and laugh, so I said 'Try's gonna laugh soon!' and me, as a happy person (LOL) I laughed. Well unfortunately she was really mad and shouted, 'not funny!' and I drank my water as if nothing happened. It was humiliating, everyone was staring at us. Even people from &lt;i&gt;far far away.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So she went up first, and Mei followed her and I went to find Ms Low. I went to the 4-3 classroom and she was crying at a corner... awwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third point- Dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first activity was already fun! We had to walk around randomly (WHICH was awesome!) and find whatever our instructor instructed us to find. Like find a partner etc etc. Second activity was fun too, but I'm just lazy to say out.. sorry :( Last activity was fascinating too! We had to act out a fairytale and let the other 2 groups to guess. My group decided to do on the 3 little pigs story. And Darren thought Peter Pan had 7 dwarfs... he didn't even notice it until Shaun nudged him and said, 'Since when Peter Pan had 7 dwarfs' and we started laughing our asses off ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai ern and Amirul did extremely well and hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Yes, mother' 'I'm not your mother! -slap-' ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mannnnnnnnn you should have been there :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deffo am looking forward to our next session :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last pointttttttttt- Badminton!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, Try followed me to my house to get changed first and we took the bus to her house. Mun Foong followed us as well. We stayed at her house until 2:15, and went down to play badminton (forced!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE RAIN &lt;b&gt;HAD &lt;/b&gt;TO COME RAINING ON US............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only got to play for a short 30 minutes. Good luck to me on Monday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at Try's house now, waiting for the rain to stop and I'll head home. By &lt;b&gt;foot&lt;/b&gt;. Because I'm &lt;b&gt;cool &lt;/b&gt;like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update l8r/TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6543683315494693972?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6543683315494693972/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6543683315494693972' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6543683315494693972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6543683315494693972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/peter-pan-and-7-dwarfs.html' title='Peter Pan and the 7 dwarfs....'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-6475268573961559617</id><published>2011-05-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:52:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed the first train.</title><content type='html'>My day started off with having red and tired-looking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it went less red (but I still looked like a person who haven't had sufficient sleep for 1000 years :() when I got to school.. I guess it's all about the waking-up-early-in-the-morning thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning assembly... a thought just went straight to my mind. Just a random thought, while Mr Jack was talking about his announcements, he seemed to... talk too much. I mean can't he just go straight to the point? He's a little bit like Mr. Tay, he can never talk about a single point. He'll end up drifting away from the main topic. I was pretty sleepy today morning when he was announcing reminders, so I supported my whole head with my hand and my eyes were closed. I was feeling annoyed.. I was going like, 'can you please just go straight to the point?!' This is what I don't like about WRSS, some of the teachers just can't stop talking.. Last year I mentioned this too, the same thing, morning assembly, '&lt;i&gt;this is the problem with WRSS, teachers talk too much!' especially the 3 people who mostly go up to the podium... 2 men and A lady.. ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;They should get an award for nagging more than our parents. But I'm grateful that my parents never ever nag at the 3 of us :D (Siblings and I). I'm not angry, just sayin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;school day &lt;/i&gt;officially started with the cyberwellness workshop. It was good because we got to switch the air-con on, no lessons for the first half of the day, Rid was hilarious and I got to sit with Try and Ahlian ^^. We did some fun activities and was released at 10 for recess. I went out of the classroom, and walked to a table in the canteen. While I was about to put my foot on the bench to tie my shoe laces, I heard Kai ern shouting, 'YES! IT'S BEFORE 10!' I looked at the digital clock and it was 9:59am, I gave him a like-that-also-need-to-celebrate look. The canteen was pretty empty that moment hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop, (it ended at 11:30.. sadly), we went through our Math paper 2 and proceeded to the hall for some team building games for CE/RR ^^ it was tiring-fun in a way that we had to stand up without using our hands touching the ground and interlocking our arms with our partner, who was on back-to-back with us, and we were on uniforms. Unfortunately for some girls who didn't wear any pants inside... guys were there too hahaha. It was pretty tough, but fun as well ^^. Next week there's another round of this kind-of-stuffs. Ms. Gan's as fun as Mr. Yeoh too :) But with different methods, yeah buddayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... Mei and I got chosen for badminton. I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt; I can &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; play badminton. Mei and I are ready to lose. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geography, we went through our CT1 and we got to know our overall marks... I was really super freaking shocked. &lt;i&gt;I owned myself.(I don't think anyone will understand this though.. inside joke!) &lt;/i&gt;Mei's mood was wayyyyy better than her crappy mood in the morning :D if you're Ahlian's friend, you'll know when she's already fine when she starts beating, whacking and pinching you :) &lt;b&gt;It's all in the friendship love!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Geography, 30 minutes 'till training and Mr. Marcio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't come :( Cheat my feelings only, I wanted to meet him so damn badly since morning. CHEAT MY FEELINGS! So we had training until 6 and it wasn't really tiring. My teams NEEDS to improve.. jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much tomorrow. Please please &lt;b&gt;PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; be a great day tomorrow... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the best condition. I need to rest. And I decided to end this entry NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-6475268573961559617?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6475268573961559617/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=6475268573961559617' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6475268573961559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/6475268573961559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-missed-first-train.html' title='I missed the first train.'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-4523904604810882773</id><published>2011-05-17T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:07:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you right here's I'd rather beeeeee~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are just a few things that keeps me motivated/inspired in studies.. :'-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWfLeXK8_bY/TdIEhTZi8HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t_u3YLnCH6k/s1600/168785_142061612522113_100001548260749_257378_6149573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWfLeXK8_bY/TdIEhTZi8HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t_u3YLnCH6k/s320/168785_142061612522113_100001548260749_257378_6149573_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuvlSL3AI4U/TdIEzY1J-oI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9d4jw_XfHxQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-05-13+at+14.37+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"&gt;TTFN! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;-edit 19/05-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;OH and I forgot Chloe. I can never pass my English without her.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDB89S6uMPQ/TdUj-PZcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/rko-9N2MYaU/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDB89S6uMPQ/TdUj-PZcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/rko-9N2MYaU/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5873463604688573696-4523904604810882773?l=iamkasandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4523904604810882773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5873463604688573696&amp;postID=4523904604810882773' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4523904604810882773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873463604688573696/posts/default/4523904604810882773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkasandra.blogspot.com/2011/05/with-you-right-heres-where-id-rather.html' title='With you right here&apos;s I&apos;d rather beeeeee~~'/><author><name>iKasandra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDWrK_AxPE8/SlimV41qmpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tpewPX4KXak/S220/ICON.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWfLeXK8_bY/TdIEhTZi8HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t_u3YLnCH6k/s72-c/168785_142061612522113_100001548260749_257378_6149573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873463604688573696.post-9029127111791202108</id><published>2011-05-14T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:45:11.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTEH PEEPOL!!! -handsupintheair-</title><content type='html'>Oh well, I think it's about time for &lt;b&gt;blogger&lt;/b&gt; to do something about their system. I had the mood to post just now and I tried logging in for 100000 times and they said something went wrong.. which brings me to ma next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, it's 2.22AM now. I, I mean, we took our last paper yesterday (13/5) and that only means one thing...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTEH PEOPLE!!! (handsupintheair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over now, I don't need to reach home by 2:30pm (I know right, every single day except for Friday (oh god don't even remind me of that song), dismissal time for the lower sec. Why do we &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to have quiet time?! 30 minutes can do a lot of things you know :( we can just go home and have our &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; quiet time rightttttttttttt ok kidding ^^) take shower have lunch and study and mug until 7. Or even 10... :( not continuous though, my discipline (and confidence) level ain't that awesome. I can't possibly concentrate on studying for 5-8 hours. I have this bad habit of slacking/resting/going out of my room and check out what my family members are doing after solving &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; difficult question. Especially for math. I can take 15-20 minutes to do that single question and rest for the rest of 40 minutes. That doesn't happen often though. I have my own motivation :). Sooo uhm, where was I? Oh yeah. Now that exams are over, like I said on the previous entry, &lt;b&gt;enjoy and cherish&lt;/b&gt; the moment!!!!! The next exam I'll be having is EOY already, so I (or we) must &lt;b&gt;embrace&lt;/b&gt; the after-exam-feeling. I got used to studying after school, that when I was using the desktop at 4:45pm, I had this shit-I-need-to-study feeling. You may call me a nerd for this, but at least I know how to have fun and I'll have my dream house when I grow up and be an architect or some other epic jobs out there. Always think about the brighter side, my friend :) so yup. The reason why I'm still awake at 2:30 in them morning -&amp;gt; cherish the moment. No school tomorrowwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused blogging at.... 9 April. And no, I can't possibly list out every single epic event that happened. If I ever do, this entry will probably take you 100 hours to finish reading. And I won't be able to remember them anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to talk about..... I just feel like blogging. Well honestly, I missed blogging even though I'm such a lazy-ass when it comes to updating. I don't know, I just feel like talking about random things ^^ (@ Dee Kosh HAHAHA end of the entry :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stress up my readers (I think only Try reads my blog sia LOL my tag board-&amp;gt;full of shits) by talking about the papers, according to my source (you don't need to know LOL) quite a lot of my friends said that they 'screwed' their paper. Ok here's a thing, I'm not trying to talk about anyone, I go to random &lt;i&gt;websites&lt;/i&gt; around the world. Please don't hate me for this, I'm a nice person and I love you all but it annoys me a little bit when people are saying 'I'll fail this paper! I screwed it!' and I'm like, 'miss/mister, you studied so hard and you're saying you failed that particular paper? oh and, you screwed it? Unscrew &lt;i&gt;la! Lai, ni yao wo unscrew for ni?&lt;/i&gt;' and again, I am &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; referring to anyone. It's just a thought. I admit, some times I say something like this before. Like, 'ohh man should have studied more :/ could have done better!' but I don't go around saying that I suck at this subject I'm gonna fail it and I don't rub it into people's face.... I mean it's normal to tell &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; people you didn't know how to do quite a number of questions, but you did NOT screw it. Nobody is stupid. So I think it'll be better if people should stop regretting because there's no use crying over a spilt milk. Just wait for the results and hope for the best. And I repeat again, I'm nottttttt referring to anyone. BUTTTTT if you're feeling guilty and saying 'oh gosh is she referring to me?!' at the back of your mind.... well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooo I'll talk about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost went home crawling.... long story ^^. I got home at about 9.30am? Then I got a bit lonely and started inviting people to come over. In the end, Sing Mei and Try came. The 3 of them played PS move. OH AND!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a video about today BUT SADLY IT'S BLOCKED :( stupid copyright. Lend also cannot ah! I'll try my best to publish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came at 12. Sing came earlier and she GOT ME YUPI &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;33333333 can you feel the love! So yeahhh they started getting crazy. Everyone, especially Mei was abnormally hyper. I also dunno what she doing. &lt;i&gt;I sitting on the sofa tweeting with Try's account then she dive on the sofa and disturb me.&lt;/i&gt; But never mind, I understand. It's all part of the friendship love and fun :) What's Meilian without crazy?! Omg love you Mei :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had funnnnnnnn. Sing and Try were really addicted to taking pictures. I was dragged in. Pretty cool :) *taking pictures using PHOTOBOOTH. We don't do stuffs like 90/180/360 degrees. If ya know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so bored, that I went to Sing's Mei's and Try's both Twitter and Facebook account and started... tweeting and publishing statuses and changing their profile pictures. That was how bored I was LOL. Sing had to go earlier, sent her down. Saw some 2n5 people playing badminton! Coolio. Mei and Try went home at... 4 or 4:30. I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's about my day. LOL. Call me no life but my life is already like skittles &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things I wanna talk about. Just to kill your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Tumblr, no twitter, no formspring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dee Kosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School life... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;First point- Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I temporarily deactivated my account last... April I think. Yeah. Because;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized Facebook takes 10000 hours of your life unnecessarily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just wait for a new 'something' to come out every second. But you realize that it has already been an hour and you're still on your news feed waiting for something new.. but apparently it's all the same people talking about random stuffs. Just like a refrigerator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need my to keep my private life privateeeeeeeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to end up being stalked.... or &lt;i&gt;killed&lt;/i&gt;. Embrace the privateness of your current life buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second point- No tumblr, no twitter, no formspring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I had Formspring (FS)and Tumblr(T) once before. Back in the 2009, but only for like a few months. Because FS and T weren't so famous that time yet, so I had no friends to share my pictures with and to ask questions. So I deleted them. And now they're trending again. LOL. I never wanted to join Twitter... because you're like allowing everyone to know what you're doing. 'I'm eating!' 'I'm shitting!' 'I'm doing homework!'
