<?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-5901588064768737097</id><updated>2011-11-12T22:56:45.177+08:00</updated><category term='illness'/><category term='animals'/><category term='tags'/><category term='the weirdness scale'/><category term='birthday shoutouts'/><category term='movies'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='books'/><category term='exams'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='outgoings'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='rachel screams'/><category term='laughs'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='school'/><category term='apologies'/><category term='little things in life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rachel</title><subtitle type='html'>because that's who i am. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>384</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5246512483446989565</id><published>2010-09-29T17:39:00.138+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:39:00.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things in life'/><title type='text'>Step Up</title><content type='html'>Torture's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am pleased to tell you that yes people, my 2 month long Facebook hiatus is a success.&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, I don't even miss going on Facebook. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been one hell of a year. I mean it in a good and bad way.&lt;br /&gt;I've had so much experience working with other people in producing the school magazine (PROOF READING. I HAD NO IDEA HOW LONG IT CAN TAKE), watched a World Cup match while talking on the phone at 2am, made new friends, bitched &amp;amp; complained, struggled through exams, went so high I reckoned that was how it felt like if I had been on drugs, have been hurt so bad I cried so hard &amp;amp; couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, that I find it impossible that all that has happened actually &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in one year.&lt;br /&gt;For the first few months of the year, I was happy &amp;amp; sad. I didn't talk much about what I was going through and how I felt. I guess only a few close friends knew of my situation. I didn't feel like talking about it much because every time I did, I got all these weird um-I-don't-think-what-you're-doing-is-a-good-idea looks. I got so upset a few times along the way I didn't think it was possible for someone to feel that way. I thought that I would be able to go through with it. I even honestly thought it would last forever. But it didn't. Things were so complicated. I knew my friends subtly disapproved of it, &amp;amp; even mum thought what I was doing wasn't a good idea. So I ended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided I would take a few months off to attain closure. Just relax and be myself, you know. But before I could do so I felt pressurised. I felt pushed around. I felt all this unwanted attention thrown upon me. I'm sorry for putting Pei, Mich and especially Aaron through all the "complaining". Honestly I didn't even see it as complaining. Talking about it was just my way of dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got over the whole complicated situation, but really I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, I was in dilemma. I didn't know what to do and I didn't know who to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;I felt confused, and stupid and idiotic. There were times where my thoughts would suddenly drift off and I would find myself in a depressed mood, where moments ago, I'd been the happiest girl on earth.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I found myself confiding in 2 friends, both of whom (no offence &amp;amp; unfortunately) didn't give me the advice I was looking for. The "oh you'll be fine, you can settle this whole thing yourself/ don't think so much about this. time to get back to studying bye!" response wasn't exactly the best advice. I don't think anyone knew what I was really going through. I guess this just shows that you can never tell what's truly beneath a countenance.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I made a total fool of myself by sending out a couple of emails. I probably sounded crazy, stalker-ish and freaky to the&amp;nbsp;recipient. I shall not mention your name here but if you ever happen to stumble across this post I'm &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that&amp;nbsp;hullabaloo (aka crying &amp;amp; thinking &amp;amp; crying &amp;amp; thinking), I've decided that the best thing right now would be to forget all that has happened, &amp;amp; make a fresh new start.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED CHANGE. I NEED SOMETHING NEW &amp;amp; PRETTY TO DISTRACT ME FROM WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what better way to make a new start than to start a new &lt;a href="http://www.mintelephants.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;? (the blog name is just something random I came up with. I like mint &amp;amp; elephants.)&lt;br /&gt;Change is the best way to initiate new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't matter if you don't understand what I'm talking about, it is totally unimportant now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's important is that Rachel has finally achieved closure. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5246512483446989565?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5246512483446989565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5246512483446989565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5246512483446989565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5246512483446989565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/step-up.html' title='Step Up'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3859950880744256814</id><published>2010-07-24T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:39:50.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>A Smile On Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think I'm losing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And if I'm not losing it I think sooner or later I will lose it, or at least start to lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I need to compose myself. I need to, um, go to a far far away place and relax and get my groove and bounce back faster and stronger than I've ever bounced back before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Reminder: Trials are less than 2 months away, SPM is about 4 months away, I can barely keep up with my studies, I don't have a photographic memory, I wish I had a photographic memory, I'm never going to get a scholarship, I'll disappoint my parents, I'll die without ever getting my dream job or ever publishing a novel, I'll have to get 99 cats to live with me and I'll die alone, old and hagged and wrinkly. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But well, this time the case is different. Instead of whining and telling you that I had better start studying, this time I'll tell you that I HAVE started studying. I mean, face the facts: besides the super geniuses, who hasn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Unfortunately, with the speed I'm going, I'll only be able to finish studying by the age of 73.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I can't help it! Everytime I sit down with a textbook or a reference book I have the tendency to go through every passage/paragraph in detail or at least until I can remember the important points.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hence the regret that I didn't start revising earlier and curse my self-confidence. I was so sure this was going to be another PMR year, that I would be able to finish studying everything in time. But I'm beginning to think otherwise. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Furthermore I still have so many things to do: layouts to design and to make sure they get designed and are handed in on time, data to gather and to arrange them properly, all in all- to make sure I do my part in the publishing of the yearbook before graduation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But you know what? Heck, I can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this. Nothing in this world is impossible, nothing in this world in unachievable. We're humans, top of the food chain, the ones who can do anything, who are the smartest living creatures on this earth and also the dumbest. But that's beside the point. The point is that, well, if Einstein can discover that E equals to MC square and Edison the lightbulb, then I bloody well can do this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5901588064768737097-3859950880744256814?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3859950880744256814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3859950880744256814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3859950880744256814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3859950880744256814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile-on-your-face_24.html' title='A Smile On Your Face'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7768250493314016444</id><published>2010-06-17T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:08:25.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Fantastic</title><content type='html'>Fantastic Mr. Fox is most probably the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; cartoon movie ever made (next to PIXAR movies, of course).&lt;br /&gt;The story is absolutely ridiculous, but that's what makes it so great. :)&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/TBnXPq6EJHI/AAAAAAAABWk/t9-0UmaaD0E/s1600/fantastic_mr_fox_poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TBnXPq6EJHI/AAAAAAAABWk/t9-0UmaaD0E/s640/fantastic_mr_fox_poster2.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a child's story, spiced with a little humour, and the animation is simply marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;All the characters in the movie are like little doll house figures, made of clay/plastic with details of fur and features etched upon them. Basically, the movie is as if it's directed by a little girl who's playing a story written by Roald Dahl with her animal dolls. It's &lt;b&gt;adorable&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox is just a simple story of how a fox pretty much screws his life up, bringing trouble to the other animals of the land and how all of them deal with it. I guess it's something you can sort of relate to in life. People screw up all the time, unintentionally making other people suffer for their mistakes and they try to fix it, to turn everything right again. I mean, these things happen, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, all I'm saying is, this is a fantastic movie, and um, go watch it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7768250493314016444?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7768250493314016444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7768250493314016444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7768250493314016444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7768250493314016444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/absolutely-fantastic.html' title='Absolutely Fantastic'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TBnXPq6EJHI/AAAAAAAABWk/t9-0UmaaD0E/s72-c/fantastic_mr_fox_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7341736497556685176</id><published>2010-06-15T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:57:57.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Those Voices Around Me</title><content type='html'>I've got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;I need a peaceful afternoon where I can just sit and enjoy the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7341736497556685176?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7341736497556685176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7341736497556685176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7341736497556685176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7341736497556685176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-voice-in-my-head.html' title='Those Voices Around Me'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5516900046589857353</id><published>2010-06-12T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:28:45.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Chores</title><content type='html'>I guess the holidays aren't as bad as I thought they would be.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I spent the first whoknowshowmanydays sitting in front of the computer every day downloading movies while everyone else is off on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I didn't think I would be able to go out at&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;this holiday, based on the fact that my parents are holidaying Europe (Italy, Paris and Amsterdam) for about 2 weeks (they left one day after school holiday started and will be coming back one day before school semester starts). Therefore any outings will require finding of own transport.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't my parents bring my sister and I along, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, they reckoned that we should stay home and study for the exams since the school exams were originally planned to have a 2 week torturous holiday break in between. Furthermore, it was a friends-only trip: a chance for my parents to spend a crazy holiday with their friends ("crazy" will only go as far as shopping, reminiscing the old university days and numerous laughter I suppose) before they get too old or bones too stiff to travel abroad.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is not &lt;i&gt;reckless abandonment&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as my parents have invited my aunt from Melaka to take care of us for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far I've gone out to a birthday party, will be going out tomorrow for a movie and I've found out that my aunt actually does not mind me taking public transport (YES!), unlike my parents.&lt;br /&gt;This is a really good/really bad thing. This means that I can walk to the LRT station which is about 15 minutes from my house and take a shuttle bus/cab/LRT to OneUtama, TheCurve, KLCC or Tropicana City at free will but also increase the risk of kidnapping on the way to one of the destinations stated above because I will most probably be going alone. My sister and I have this agreement that if one of us is going out, the other would have to stay at home to accompany my aunt, thus no sister-shopping for us this holiday. :(&lt;br /&gt;So as an obedient daughter, I will try not to take public transport if I can help it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to watch some more movies and turn in early later.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5516900046589857353?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5516900046589857353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5516900046589857353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5516900046589857353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5516900046589857353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-chores.html' title='Holiday Chores'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-9126312685699284777</id><published>2010-06-09T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:07:36.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things in life'/><title type='text'>Card In A Cardbox</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;laminated olive bordered card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in a cardbox in the study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very top of the laminated card are the words &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Winners vs Losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, something my dad would definitely buy and paste on the doors of my mum's gigantic bookshelf. There's also one here that says 8 Gifts That Do Not Cost A Cent. It's actually a good daily reminder to anyone who reads the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winner vs Losers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a winner makes a mistake, he says, "I was wrong."&lt;br /&gt;When a loser makes a mistake, he says, "It wasn't my fault."&lt;br /&gt;A winner works harder than a loser and has more time;&lt;br /&gt;A loser is always "too busy" to do what is necessary;&lt;br /&gt;A winner goes through a problem;&lt;br /&gt;A loser goes around it, and never gets pass it;&lt;br /&gt;A winner makes commitments;&lt;br /&gt;A loser makes promises;&lt;br /&gt;A winner says, "I'm good, but not as good as I ought to be.";&lt;br /&gt;A loser says, "I'm not as bad as a lot of other people.";&lt;br /&gt;A winner respects those who are superior to him and tries to learn something from them;&lt;br /&gt;A loser resents those who are superior to him and tries to find chinks in their armour;&lt;br /&gt;A winner feels responsible for more than his job;&lt;br /&gt;A loser says, "I only work here.";&lt;br /&gt;A winner says, "There ought to be a better way to do it.";&lt;br /&gt;A loser says "That's the way it's always been done here.";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a philosopher now! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-9126312685699284777?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9126312685699284777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=9126312685699284777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9126312685699284777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9126312685699284777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/card-in-cardbox.html' title='Card In A Cardbox'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7015080494906189343</id><published>2010-06-08T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:24:44.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Mid Valley Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a post long due, whoops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday, Jess, Mindy, Michelle, Grace, Pei and I headed off to Mid Valley to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Shrek: Forever After.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TA3na3Nl0xI/AAAAAAAABWU/89UgEOKcLik/s1600/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TA3na3Nl0xI/AAAAAAAABWU/89UgEOKcLik/s640/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nice abs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :) Not to mention he looks quite good in that shoulder-length brunette wig. Haha. The movie plot was better than I expected, I guess Jerry Bruckheimer turned a Disney movie into something more than just a kiddy movie. But if I were to remember something in this movie it would &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; have to be Jake Gyllenhaal jumping off roofs fighting his way for freedom, Gemma Arterton's &lt;i&gt;unique&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;accent and the creepy uncle's mascara-ed eyes. -.-&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/TA3ndwJsIII/AAAAAAAABWY/m4gT0ZEtvT0/s1600/shrek_forever_after_poster-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TA3ndwJsIII/AAAAAAAABWY/m4gT0ZEtvT0/s640/shrek_forever_after_poster-2.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shrek: Forever After was just as nice as Prince of Persia, though I cannot tell you which is the better one if you asked me, because I like both just the same. :) You just can't compare an ogre fairytale to a good-looking prince. ;)&lt;br /&gt;However, Shrek wasn't as funny as the first and second Shrek movies. :S&amp;nbsp;I distinctly remember laughing a whole lot more in the first and second movie. Unfortunately, I don't remember much about the third movie, so we'll leave that out of the review for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Puss In Boots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;fat kitty in a pink ribbon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was definitely the best change (out of all the character changes) in the movie. He's just as lovable as when he was a heroic cat in boots. Donkey wasn't all that annoying anymore, though I'm not sure whether to feel pleased or disappointed with that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I like Gingy as a gladiator Gingerbread man though (picture above), that was awesome, haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I think Princess Fiona got a bit...plumper. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Next to watch: Little Manhattan and Narnia: Prince Caspian. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7015080494906189343?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7015080494906189343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7015080494906189343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7015080494906189343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7015080494906189343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/mid-valley-friday.html' title='Mid Valley Friday'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/TA3na3Nl0xI/AAAAAAAABWU/89UgEOKcLik/s72-c/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6028183010300284744</id><published>2010-06-07T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:09:51.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back Time,</title><content type='html'>I would visit the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 7, only the Great Pyramid of Giza still stands bold and strong on the deserts of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;The other 6 have been unfortunately perished in earthquakes and fires or else destroyed by some dude(s) who did not have the brains to think of preserving the Wonders for future references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you might have expected, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;this blog post is to promote the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World, &lt;/span&gt;and I am doing so because I feel bored ahaha.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Great Pyramid of Giza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was built as a tomb for the&amp;nbsp;Pharaoh Khufu (hey, we studied him in history!), has two chambers and an &lt;i&gt;entrance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I never knew that we could actually &lt;b&gt;enter&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the pyramid! :D I always thought that they built it by using rocks, stuffed the King and Queen inside the pyramid and then used rocks to cover the whole thing up again. I don't think the original entrance can be used anymore. Tourists who want to enter the pyramid have to enter through this alternate entrance built by this dude. Oh well, you learn something new every day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Hanging Gardens of Babylon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was built by Nebuchadnezzar II (we studied him in history too!) for his homesick wife Amytis of Media. It was really long and really wide, multi-levelled and was said to resemble a theatre. There're vaults constructed under the terraces of the garden which carried the entire weight of the garden and made it look like it was floating, hence the name. Lots of trees were planted, the soil and soft and red, water flowing everywhere- you get the point. It was a garden beautiful enough to charm anyone into staying there for ever and ever. Like El Dorado, The City of Gold. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Statue of Zeus at Olympia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a 12m tall statue of Zeus in the Temple of Zeus, Olympia! The statue takes up pretty much the whole temple and in Zeus's right hand he holds a small statue of the Goddess of Victory, Nike and in his left hand a golden sceptre. It was crafted by a Greek sculptor, Phidias.&lt;br /&gt;The cause of destruction is a debate. Some reckoned it was destroyed by this Roman Emperor&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Caligula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, who wanted his head on all the famous statues of the gods because he decided himself worthier of them. Others think it was perished in a disastrous fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Temple of Artemis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dedicated to the Greek Goddess Artemis, Goddess of the Moon, twin to Apollo the Sun God and it took &lt;i&gt;120 years&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to built the temple. But it was destroyed in one snap by this guy called Herostratus. He torched the temple just so he could get famous.&amp;nbsp;It was rebuilt by Alexander the Great, only to be destroyed by the Goths. Rebuilt &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but it was closed and destroyed by a mob led by St John Chrysotom.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Artemis could've been that popular in those days, if her temple was to be built and destroyed three times. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mausoleum of Halicarnassus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was built as a tomb for Mausolus, a leader in the Persian Empire, very much like the Pyramid of Gize I suppose. Halicarnassus is a city constructed by Mausolus and his wife Artemisia. After Mausolus died Artemisia was heartbroken, so she decided to built him this huge tomb. She took over the job as ruler of Halicarnassus, and she even won this war against the Rhodians. She died two years after her husband died, and their urns were put into the tomb. As a sacrifice ritual bodies of dead animals were put on the stone steps of the tomb and then sealed with stones and rubble. The tomb was built on a hill overlooking the city, which bytheway is a very nice place to have your ashes put after you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colossus of Rhodes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a statue of the Greek god Helios (we read about &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;too!). It stood over 30 metres high, making it the tallest statues of the ancient world. It started with the Siege of Rhodes, and the Rhodians won. In order to celebrate their victory, they constructed this GIANT statue of Helios. It was destroyed in an earthquake, and was offered the money by Ptolemy III to rebuild the statue. But the Rhodians, who feared that they have insulted Helios the God, declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lighthouse of Alexandria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Pharos of Alexandria, Pharos is a Latin word for 'lighthouse'. There is nothing very much interesting in this lighthouse, for it was ever just a lighthouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-6028183010300284744?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6028183010300284744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6028183010300284744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6028183010300284744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6028183010300284744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I Could Turn Back Time,'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1016300859360305885</id><published>2010-06-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:52:52.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>She Works Hard For The Money</title><content type='html'>Maybe the holidays are making me feel this way, maybe the boredom, maybe it's mum and dad going off to Europe for 2 weeks or maybe it's just me, but I miss my China camp, and I would &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;to spend 12 days touring one part of China again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1016300859360305885?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1016300859360305885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1016300859360305885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1016300859360305885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1016300859360305885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title='She Works Hard For The Money'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5298264472094316544</id><published>2010-05-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:55:44.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Gee, Officer Krupke</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a short post since exam period restricts me from spending my time on long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to watch West Side Story musical with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;PeiShe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny (MALE STRIPPER LOOKALIKE!)&lt;br /&gt;and it was...sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you guys are good companions to watch musicals. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5298264472094316544?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5298264472094316544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5298264472094316544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5298264472094316544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5298264472094316544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/gee-officer-krupke.html' title='Gee, Officer Krupke'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8481519568356980793</id><published>2010-05-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:29:35.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Glitter In My Hair</title><content type='html'>I know it's a bit late for a Sports Day 2010 post, but I just &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;to record the experience down before all gets lost in the midst of the exam-frenzy and um, other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience, being able to take part in something as exciting as the preparation for Sports Day. All the painting (non-removable paint, and I've got stains of it all over at least 4 of my school PE shirt &amp;amp; school pinafore) and the burning of egg trays to chase away the mosquitoes, the chatting, gossiping, laughing and who could forget the paper mache-ing? :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, when all is done, you step back, take a look at your masterpiece and sigh in satisfaction. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, staying overnight on the eve of Sports Day in preparation of costumes and khemah decoration. I'm not sure I did much during the night before Sports Day besides running around delivering stuff and trying to write/memorize a script to explain to the judges about the theme of Red House (The Night Before Christmas) on Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;But it was an experience, being able to sleep on the floor of the Sports Centre, trying to avoid the shiny bright spotlights above from blinding your eyes while you try to drift off into a dreamless sleep. My sleeping bag and&amp;nbsp;fold-able&amp;nbsp;pillow was taken away from me, so I curled up on the hard wooden floor and drifted off to sleep, only to be awaken one hour later at 4am by the talking of voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was nothing but awesome. I dirtied my last &amp;amp; new red shirt, sprinkled glitter in my hair, painted my hand, put on a red hair band and tied a red ribbon, clapped, cheered, screamed, laughed, cried, hugged, sat in the sun without bothering to put sunblock and got both my arms sunburned. And the result of all that was that Merah came in &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; for both &lt;i&gt;marching/formation&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;khemah decoration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marching has been recorded down and protected in my camera (LEGENDARY!) and our decoration items have their place of glory in the Foyer A for one week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MERAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8481519568356980793?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8481519568356980793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8481519568356980793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8481519568356980793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8481519568356980793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/glitter-in-my-hair.html' title='Glitter In My Hair'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2422079787528069745</id><published>2010-04-30T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:44:40.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things in life'/><title type='text'>Sparkle.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the present, Pei. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechocolatetakesover.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/there-are-some-things-that-simply-cannot-be-explained-by-anything-else/"&gt;http://thechocolatetakesover.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/there-are-some-things-that-simply-cannot-be-explained-by-anything-else/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;it. :)&lt;br /&gt;This calls for a HIGHFIVE, a shopping/movie trip and a sleepover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2422079787528069745?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2422079787528069745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2422079787528069745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2422079787528069745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2422079787528069745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/wink.html' title='Sparkle.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5212024883441915419</id><published>2010-04-25T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:51:42.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Red &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9O1lEAoozI/AAAAAAAABWQ/7QjtE8P1XHA/s1600/ais+kacang+puppy+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9O1lEAoozI/AAAAAAAABWQ/7QjtE8P1XHA/s400/ais+kacang+puppy+love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say? I'm a sucker for these romance stories. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this movie for the whole day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that &lt;i&gt;Ais Kacang Puppy Love&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a Malaysian movie, I wonder how many people have doubts about this movie. I'm proud to say that I'm not/wasn't one of them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;this movie. There were some parts that got me laughing, and some that got me reaching for the tissue in my bag so that I could wipe the tears off my eyes that were clouding my view.&lt;br /&gt;I think plenty people can relate to this movie like how people can relate to Taylor Swift's songs. I promise you this movie is just as heart warming as &lt;i&gt;I Not Stupid &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;I Not Stupid Too&lt;/i&gt;, probably better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the movie shows the friendships of the kids who grew up together, the hardships that they go through, the romance that they face. I really love the scenes in the movie, the clean river, the little bridge that they sit and lie on chatting absent-mindedly away, how they sit at the cafe and eat ais kacang together as kids, the gambling, the betting, the Hokkien-speaking, the bullying, everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;Aah such a lovely movie. And what an ending to that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; doubt this movie just because it's a Malaysian-made movie. We've got talent here just like anywhere else! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5212024883441915419?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5212024883441915419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5212024883441915419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5212024883441915419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5212024883441915419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-sweet.html' title='Red &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9O1lEAoozI/AAAAAAAABWQ/7QjtE8P1XHA/s72-c/ais+kacang+puppy+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-460059367915639259</id><published>2010-04-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:30:51.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Like Crushed Peas</title><content type='html'>AARRRGH to today.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was hot and humid, and this unlucky thing that never should have happened happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our luck goes up or I shall have to start hunting for 4 leaved clovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-460059367915639259?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/460059367915639259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=460059367915639259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/460059367915639259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/460059367915639259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-crushed-peas.html' title='Like Crushed Peas'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6828825018774212702</id><published>2010-04-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:57:29.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things in life'/><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9BfAUno4OI/AAAAAAAABWE/uiRVB6MVAEg/s1600/earth_day_2010_photocard-p2434938121446893402l5uw_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be honest I completely forgot about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; until I heard the reminder announcement during morning assembly in school today. But nevertheless, today was a good day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up in the morning feeling groggy, but then I received a text message that made my whole day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you know who you are. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9BfBqa9V-I/AAAAAAAABWI/paI5ICKGq8w/s1600/earth-day.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9BfBqa9V-I/AAAAAAAABWI/paI5ICKGq8w/s320/earth-day.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find this picture both adorable and truthful. I don't think an explanation is necessary to tell people what Earth Day is all about, and if you're really clueless as to what Earth Day &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; all about, then go Google it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so from this picture I bring you a caption:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAVE THE EARTH TO AVOID BEING STUPID.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY EARTH DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And remember: &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;make everyday Earth Day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-6828825018774212702?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6828825018774212702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6828825018774212702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6828825018774212702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6828825018774212702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S9BfBqa9V-I/AAAAAAAABWI/paI5ICKGq8w/s72-c/earth-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7517357830002310832</id><published>2010-04-21T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:57:24.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Laughter &amp; A Cheerful Disposition</title><content type='html'>Hello, haven't been blogging for quite a while now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I doubt anyone's been blogging lately because everything is so &lt;u&gt;hectic&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's like we all boarded the GoingOffToSomewhereExpress and the train master lost control of the the train and everything's just full steam ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I've decided to take a day off all that, and have a little break. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've learned that I cannot do everything even though I want to, and sacrifices have to be made under certain circumstances. Well obviously this is a theory that everyone knows but I think to be able to grasp hold of the theory and apply it to reality is a totally different matter.&lt;br /&gt;So right now I shall prioritize and stop distracting myself when I should be studying and stuffing myself with food whenever I feel like it. I need a healthy diet of food to eat, that's what I need.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are about 3 weeks away, and so is Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd prefer it if exams were pushed back until the holidays, then at least I'll have something to do while my parents are waltzing away in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like time is passing really quickly, but at the same time passing slowly. Yes, I know, what a contradiction, you may think. But it's true: one week feels like a month, so I feel as if time passed really quickly, but then when you look back and find out it's only about a week ago since you turned 17, you realize that time isn't passing all that quickly. I'm not sure if that even makes sense, but that's how I feel. Hence the contradiction. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for some videos and Facebook. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7517357830002310832?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7517357830002310832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7517357830002310832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7517357830002310832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7517357830002310832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/annie.html' title='Laughter &amp; A Cheerful Disposition'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-919605284299680369</id><published>2010-04-11T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:58:48.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Twinkling Stars</title><content type='html'>A late birthday shoutout to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Abigail, who turned 19 on the 4th of April:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-919605284299680369?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/919605284299680369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=919605284299680369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/919605284299680369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/919605284299680369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/twinkling-stars.html' title='Twinkling Stars'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4453547040762804720</id><published>2010-04-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:45:03.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><title type='text'>Worldwide April Fools' Day Pranks</title><content type='html'>Since I didn't get to prank anyone on April Fools' Day and no one pranked me back (except for a very failed attempt by my dear sister), I decided it would be interesting to blog a list of really cool April Fools' Day Pranks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Spaghetti Trees:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1957, this BBC television program called &lt;i&gt;Panaroma&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ran a documentary of Italians harvesting spaghetti from trees. They claimed that this despised pest, called the spaghetti weevil had be eradicated. After the documentary finished, a large number of people called BBC wanting to know how to plant their own spaghetti trees. To this BBC replied "place a sprig of spaghetti in a tin of tomato sauce and hope for the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-vowel-outage.html"&gt;Gmail Vowel Outage:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools' Day 2010, Gmail Engineering Director Sam Schillace decided to remove the usage of vowels from Gmail. Gmail received numerous reports of this issue via help forums and Google. It was later revealed that this was nothing more than a silly April Fools' Day prank. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Jovian-Plutonian Gravitational Effect:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1976, British astronomer Sir Patrick Moore told listeners of BBC Radio 2 that this unique alignment of the planets Jupiter and Pluto would result in an upward gravitational pull at precisely 9.47am, making people lighter. He invited all his listeners to jump in the air and experience the strange floating sensation. Many of the listeners phoned in to say that they felt the floating sensation. One woman even phoned in to say that she and her eleven friends had risen from their chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;Flying Penguins:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, BBC announced that camera crews were filming near the&amp;nbsp;Antarctic had captured a miraculous footage of penguins flying. They even offered a video footage of these flying penguins. Presenter Terry Jones even explained that instead of huddling together for the winter, these penguins are flying towards the&amp;nbsp;rainforests&amp;nbsp;of South America to bask in the tropical sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;The 26-Day Marathon:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1981, a Japanese long-distance runner, Kimo Nakajimi, entered the London Marathon. On mistranslation, he thought he had to run for 26 days instead of 26 miles. Various people spotted him running, determined to finish the race and tried to flag him down but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;April Fool Bomb:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1915, in the midst of World War One, a French aviator flew over a German camp and dropped what appeared to be a large bomb. German soldiers scattered for cover but no explosion happened. When the soldiers were brave enough to come out and explore the bomb, they realized it was nothing but a large football with a note tied to it that read "April Fool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy, silly things people do for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to April The First. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4453547040762804720?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4453547040762804720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4453547040762804720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4453547040762804720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4453547040762804720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/worldwide-april-fools-day-pranks.html' title='Worldwide April Fools&apos; Day Pranks'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7915355121003036756</id><published>2010-03-31T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:58:29.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things in life'/><title type='text'>To Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sure, Rick and I find common grounds to make our relationship- and also our relationship with our families- work. But it does not make things any easier for us when we lack support from the people close to us. It's heartbreaking that such narrow-mindedness still exists today."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-- Raphaela Sianandar, Indonesia.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an extract from Reader's Digest Asia April 2010, and the quote was by this lady on her opinion after reading this article "Love Knows No Boundaries" in the Reader's Digest Asia March issue. The article was about the stories of three couples from different cultures and countries who got together and how they made their relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what Raphaela's opinion is pretty true. I mean, it's a good thing (in a way) for people to look out for your relationship and make a negative comment if they think your partner is unsuitable for you- it just shows that your friends really care and are concerned for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather friends keep these negative comments and &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;speak up if &lt;b&gt;absolutely necessary&lt;/b&gt;. It feels much nicer to have someone encourage you to invest in something that makes you happy and will be there for you if things do not work out the way you wanted it to be than to have someone reject and criticize all your choices and tell you it's not perfect. Those words hurt, and sometimes makes you wonder if you're wrong and your friends are right; but you choose to ignore them anyway, because you know you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there're friends that have been absolutely supportive and encouraging, and god knows how anyone can live without those friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this quote that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Being happy doesn't mean things are perfect, it just means you've decided to look past the imperfections."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that quote says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7915355121003036756?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7915355121003036756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7915355121003036756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7915355121003036756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7915355121003036756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-think-about.html' title='To Think About'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1880812889201766036</id><published>2010-03-27T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:16:17.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S64NR1KyOsI/AAAAAAAABVo/4fEIOWUBtUE/s1600/DSC00941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S64NR1KyOsI/AAAAAAAABVo/4fEIOWUBtUE/s400/DSC00941.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earth Hour.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;27th March 2010.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.30pm-9.30pm.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;During Earth Hour, I took a break from the computer and the designing and retreated to the candlelit terrace to finish my Chemistry Project. It was a total success. Not only did I save electricity, but I managed to finish the contents of my project. I even had the honor of being bitten by mosquitoes. Meh to that but yay to Earth Hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my house was one of the few&amp;nbsp;houses in my neighborhood which was in support of Earth Hour. Everybody else still had their lights on and were still watching TV. It's really sad that my neighbors don't acknowledge Earth Hour. Either that or they have no clue whatsoever about E.H.&lt;br /&gt;Next year I shall paint a big banner about Earth Hour and hang it in the middle of the playground for everyone to see. Or I could go to Tenanga Nasional and ask them to switch off all electricity in the neighborhood and tell all the neighbors that it was a blackout.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earth Hour FTW. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1880812889201766036?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1880812889201766036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1880812889201766036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1880812889201766036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1880812889201766036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S64NR1KyOsI/AAAAAAAABVo/4fEIOWUBtUE/s72-c/DSC00941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3061375023143774592</id><published>2010-03-25T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:19:51.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Tik Tok, On The Clock</title><content type='html'>Today felt like a shorter day compared to yesterday, but none less busy. It's good to take a little time out to blog even if you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;busy, I think it helps relax the mind and body a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was a pretty productive day: I managed to complete a quarter of my Chemistry Folio in school with Nic (Nic, you didn't even use all the reference books I brought to school whatonearth) and I had a nice, enjoyable time laughing my stomach empty listening to all the jokes Aaron L and Sean were cracking. However, there was this slight moment where for some reason I felt a little faint, but I managed to get a sandwich courtesy of Nic's one dollar. &lt;b&gt;Thanks, Nic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today I made a new friend. It was a pretty unusual way of making friends, but yeah. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, work is still piling up and I still lack sleep. I haven't been sleeping well lately and I absolutely have no idea why. Hmm, I'm not stressed out about school work or anything, and I don't have any distressing thoughts before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my guilty conscience torturing me about my horrible exam results. I mean, I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; been studying hard, but this term my brain seems to filter all that I've studied. Lucky my sister, who kept complaining that she didn't study at all but can magically produce superb results. I on the other hand am so hare-brained that I can only remember &lt;u&gt;certain&lt;/u&gt; information that are actually of no use to my academic syllabus, and needs to have Physics concepts nailed to my inner brain to actually understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if there's one thing my sister can't beat me at it's card games. Yahoo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now back to work. I'm planning to have &lt;u&gt;everything, &lt;/u&gt;and I mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cleared off by this weekend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3061375023143774592?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3061375023143774592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3061375023143774592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3061375023143774592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3061375023143774592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tik-tok-on-clock.html' title='Tik Tok, On The Clock'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-9057076500201312421</id><published>2010-03-24T20:14:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:58:07.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Smile, Charlie Chaplin</title><content type='html'>I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the workload is piling up, what with all the projects and the assignments and the designs, I've decided that there's no point in thinking about how I might not be able to finish all my work and complaining about it. Because you know, &lt;u&gt;life's too short to be unhappy and unsatisfied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like our first term break was &lt;i&gt;ages&lt;/i&gt; ago when it really was only a week ago; and the past 2 days of school felt like a week full of classes.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've decided that I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; get through this month of hectic-ness and I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; try to smile through everything- even the tough times (if there are tough times, which I hope there won't be) because what's the point of moans and a frowning face? Moaning makes you sound like you're in pain and dying and frowning might give you a distorted face. Stress makes you shorten your life span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; certainly don't want to shorten my life span. I've got 117 things to do on my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;List of Things I Want To Do Before I Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I cannot handle high school senior year how am I ever going to handle college, am I right? I know some people crack under small pressure and some can withstand strain until it reaches their breaking point. But I believe one must never, ever cave in to pressure and strain (I don't think I've ever broken down because of pressure and I hope I never do); and I think that one must be strong and see the positive side of things (which is why I shall now stop dwelling on the negative things and &lt;i&gt;be a MAD HATTER&lt;/i&gt;). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know we humans see the negative side of things more than the positive side of things? That's pretty much why we hang onto every word of gossip and remember the bad stuff about people more than the good stuff. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;, yo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much I've complained about and I'm not sure how frequent my complaints are but I realize it's not really good to complain about things, so I apologize to the people who might have been annoyed by my complaints.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I vow to make the best out of everything and &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to see the fun part out of everything (I cannot promise this because right now I don't see the fun part of doing Chemistry and Moral projects and Physics PEKA). I am definitely looking forward to next month because there's April Fool's and my birthday. :) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL LET POSITIVITY RULE MY LIFE OH YES (with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;exception of complaints sometimes maybe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #7d7d7d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; If&lt;/s&gt; I &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; get through this month and still be&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;by the end of it, I &lt;b&gt;shall&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;bungee jump off Mount Everest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha you see so yes: &lt;b&gt;Smile, Charlie Chaplin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-9057076500201312421?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9057076500201312421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=9057076500201312421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9057076500201312421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9057076500201312421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-charlie-chaplin.html' title='Smile, Charlie Chaplin'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1087931496686768011</id><published>2010-03-23T17:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:35:39.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Study More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I can get through this month and still be &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt; by the end of it, I shall &lt;u&gt;bungee jump off Mount Everest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1087931496686768011?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1087931496686768011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1087931496686768011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1087931496686768011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1087931496686768011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/study-more.html' title='Study More.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8335889926668775523</id><published>2010-03-20T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:58:43.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6Q_rZoWLiI/AAAAAAAABVU/_DL088BGyEw/s1600-h/johnny-depp-as-the-mad-hatter-21402-1245641019-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6Q_rZoWLiI/AAAAAAAABVU/_DL088BGyEw/s640/johnny-depp-as-the-mad-hatter-21402-1245641019-1.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY DEPP as The Mad Hatter is why we should watch Alice In Wonderland. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love him. I love his eccentric red hair, his bright green eyes and that lovely Scottish accent he faked so well. Not to mention that colourful artistic bow he's wearing and the fact that he riddled "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" to Alice a couple of times. Oh, and his tea party. His crazy, kooky tea party.&lt;br /&gt;And who knew that there're &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; many types of hats in the world? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second loved was definitely the Red Queen. Her enlarged head, her request for her pig and her squawk for demands to be fulfilled. She was funnier than the White Queen anyway. I think they chose the wrong person to play the White Queen. I mean, okay, Anne Hathaway is graceful but not graceful in a Barbie-princess kind of way, more like the Mia in The Princess Diaries kind of way. So yeah, couldn't really stand her in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I completely forgot about Allan Rickman being in the movie! He was so&amp;nbsp;unrecognisable without his curtain of greasy hair and his Severus Snape accent. He was much better as Severus Snape than whoever he was playing in the movie. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment in the movie: the Mad Hatter's Futterwacken. All the characters in the movie were talking about how the Mad Hatter could Futterwacken so wonderfully, and what came out was something like a mixture of breakdancing and body parts twisting. Or maybe that's how the Futterwacken really looks like. I haven't read the book, so I wouldn't know. But I was hoping for something like a crazy Irish&amp;nbsp;leprechaun&amp;nbsp;dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall read the book. One day. Who knows, they might've done everything correctly in the movie only to have audiences like me (who hasn't read the book) criticize it.&lt;br /&gt;One thing though: the cartoon was better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8335889926668775523?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8335889926668775523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8335889926668775523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8335889926668775523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8335889926668775523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-is-raven-like-writing-desk.html' title='Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6Q_rZoWLiI/AAAAAAAABVU/_DL088BGyEw/s72-c/johnny-depp-as-the-mad-hatter-21402-1245641019-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-691370919426370591</id><published>2010-03-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:35:22.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Conkers.</title><content type='html'>Today I realized:&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H0wLOs3hI/AAAAAAAABUs/fkzVU-g_tuI/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H0wLOs3hI/AAAAAAAABUs/fkzVU-g_tuI/s400/DSC00890.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The holidays are ending quick, and so far I have not done anything spectacular like try to finish one item on my list of Things I Want To Do Before I Die, although some things like&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;buy my own team of snowdogs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;will have to wait.&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H1V-2fBEI/AAAAAAAABU0/R_0EdBBuTi0/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H1V-2fBEI/AAAAAAAABU0/R_0EdBBuTi0/s400/DSC00892.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The small bouquet of roses that Dad bought Mum for her birthday still smell nice even though they're wilting. It's so incredible how roses can wilt with such grace- that's what we should all do, age gracefully and NOT USE BOTOX.&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H11MTETgI/AAAAAAAABU8/1glrGCNHylU/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H11MTETgI/AAAAAAAABU8/1glrGCNHylU/s320/DSC00895.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am still waiting for Inspiration to hit me like a rock. Though by this time tomorrow if I still don't get inspired I would wish for Inspiration to hit me like a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;brick house&lt;/b&gt;.&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H2vq9dASI/AAAAAAAABVM/ObJnRlBFNv4/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H2vq9dASI/AAAAAAAABVM/ObJnRlBFNv4/s400/DSC00912.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This holiday I have successfully finished reading The Little Prince and have &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;picked up on Gone with the Wind again. Yes I know, it's taking me ages to finish this book- but it has nothing to do with the contents of the book- I've just been ignoring novels for the past few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Mum has begun her&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;don't-buy-anymore-clothes-ah-you-have-so-many-clothes-already&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;lecture even though everyone knows a girl can't have too many clothes;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;just the other day I intelligently snagged 4 items for only RM54. Feel PROUD. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-691370919426370591?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/691370919426370591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=691370919426370591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/691370919426370591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/691370919426370591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/conkers.html' title='Conkers.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S6H0wLOs3hI/AAAAAAAABUs/fkzVU-g_tuI/s72-c/DSC00890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4594617032797759151</id><published>2010-03-16T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:31:02.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>I feel happy today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do anything productive, like homework or MoralProject or anything, but I still feel happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; you know why.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4594617032797759151?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4594617032797759151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4594617032797759151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4594617032797759151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4594617032797759151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-prince.html' title='The Little Prince'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8052528567946462297</id><published>2010-03-13T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:39:35.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>NINE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sYV0ovbPI/AAAAAAAABUk/0iCMHsF2tV8/s1600-h/nine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sYV0ovbPI/AAAAAAAABUk/0iCMHsF2tV8/s640/nine.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes- NINE.&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie I wasn't really disappointed by the movie, because I had no expectations as to what the movie was going to be about in the first place. I rate it &lt;u&gt;5.5/10.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NINE is pretty much a story about life and seduction. It's a story about a famous movie director Guido Contini who is a little confused and lost in his life. Surrounded by fame, ladies, the pressure of directing a good movie (his ninth movie) and flashbacks about the women in his life, he eventually loses his grip in the movie-making business, fails to even start directing his ninth movie, loses his wife and spends the next 2 years of his life wandering about aimlessly. Soon after, he gets a hold of his life and starts making movies again. TheEnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this musical is- not many people will find it nice. I for one found the movie quite boring- the vocals not powerful enough (except maybe for Fergie's) and the songs not to my taste. The story plot behind all the dancing and singing was rather nice though, and I especially liked the ending when Guido Contini starts making movies again. My favourite flashback of Guido Contini's childhood was definitely about Saraghina, the gyspy (played by Fergie). Her song in the movie was so far the best too (nice vocals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite musical is definitely still &lt;b&gt;Annie.&lt;/b&gt; Yay to the little red-headed, optimistic, littlemisssunshine orphan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8052528567946462297?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8052528567946462297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8052528567946462297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8052528567946462297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8052528567946462297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/nine.html' title='NINE.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sYV0ovbPI/AAAAAAAABUk/0iCMHsF2tV8/s72-c/nine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4991893488779461293</id><published>2010-03-13T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:42:33.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mom It's Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sNMq0H56I/AAAAAAAABUU/oKpylEbJ-3I/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sNMq0H56I/AAAAAAAABUU/oKpylEbJ-3I/s320/DSC00807.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for always being there when I need you and for being completely calm and understanding when I told you about&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;that thing&lt;/u&gt;. Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So for mom's birthday we picked up two boxes of +Wondermilk's CuppaCakes for tasting. It isn't as nice as I thought it would be, but it's still pretty yummy all the same. What I've found out from +Wondermilk is that you can order custom-made cupcakes for special celebrations, friends &amp;amp; family's birthday etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which I guess is nothing special for people who can bake!, but still. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sMtxHdfOI/AAAAAAAABUM/CfXBTQ1HsHo/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sLxrhXYTI/AAAAAAAABUE/Y-L-VG-EdM0/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sLxrhXYTI/AAAAAAAABUE/Y-L-VG-EdM0/s320/DSC00849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sLxrhXYTI/AAAAAAAABUE/Y-L-VG-EdM0/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sJyH-y_GI/AAAAAAAABT0/z55UO1ooKPU/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sJyH-y_GI/AAAAAAAABT0/z55UO1ooKPU/s320/DSC00798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sJyH-y_GI/AAAAAAAABT0/z55UO1ooKPU/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sK2zEB4qI/AAAAAAAABT8/E-J2mcHv0Yo/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sK2zEB4qI/AAAAAAAABT8/E-J2mcHv0Yo/s320/DSC00800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At night we went off to OneUtama's Delicious for a birthday treat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sMtxHdfOI/AAAAAAAABUM/CfXBTQ1HsHo/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sMtxHdfOI/AAAAAAAABUM/CfXBTQ1HsHo/s320/DSC00808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES to smoked-salmon pasta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and right after that late dinner we decided to catch the movie NINE at 11.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went home at about 2am and slept for 9 hours and I still feel sleepy but who cares because it's the holidays right now, Ilovemymom and I'm going to go book WestSideStory tickets YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4991893488779461293?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4991893488779461293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4991893488779461293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4991893488779461293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4991893488779461293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-its-your-birthday.html' title='Mom It&apos;s Your Birthday'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5sNMq0H56I/AAAAAAAABUU/oKpylEbJ-3I/s72-c/DSC00807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4290461237111475208</id><published>2010-03-07T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:32:16.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Something's Coming</title><content type='html'>OHMYGOSH. :D&lt;br /&gt;I just found out...that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;West Side Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is coming to Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;12 May to 24 May.&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5MrwIJ9OlI/AAAAAAAABTs/7XvcPJq8FIo/s1600-h/west_side_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5MrwIJ9OlI/AAAAAAAABTs/7XvcPJq8FIo/s400/west_side_001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I . WANT . TO . GO . AND . I . WILL . GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering what West Side Story is, it's a really famous musical&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;from Broadway.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story set in New York City in the 1950's, exploring the rivalry between two street gangs called the Sharks and the Jets. The story is loosely based on Romeo and Juliet, about forbidden love and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know, a classic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have this thing for musicals. Yay musicals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, between a choice of going to Singapore to catch Chicago The Musical, which was initially my plan and spending RM200 buying a ticket (it's the cheapest ticket! WSS is coming all the way from Broadway New York, so of course the tickets are a bit expensive) and driving about 40 minutes to go watch West Side Story- I'll take West Side Story. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Chicago, HELLO West Side Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off to study BM komsas and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot &lt;b&gt;wait&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the exams to end.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, no one can.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're some really crazy person who absolutely LOVES exams.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4290461237111475208?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4290461237111475208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4290461237111475208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4290461237111475208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4290461237111475208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/somethings-coming.html' title='Something&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5MrwIJ9OlI/AAAAAAAABTs/7XvcPJq8FIo/s72-c/west_side_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-613491379231483486</id><published>2010-03-05T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:39:45.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Making Peace.</title><content type='html'>But on the other hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; MY DARLING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; FOR LISTENING TO MY RANTS AND SHARING YOUR SECRETS WITH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-613491379231483486?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/613491379231483486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=613491379231483486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/613491379231483486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/613491379231483486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-peace.html' title='Making Peace.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4668193890816898521</id><published>2010-03-05T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:24:02.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THE CHINESE PAPER&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;KILLED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;ME TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I FEEL SO SAD. :(&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've never been so depressed about a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Chinese&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I mean, okay, so maybe it doesn't matter so much to other people but it matters to me. Just like how much English, or Chemistry or Physics or Add Maths might matter to 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;And what's more:&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5DLqJEihvI/AAAAAAAABTk/QTO74Fwifbc/s1600-h/chicago-the-musical-sistic-promotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5DLqJEihvI/AAAAAAAABTk/QTO74Fwifbc/s640/chicago-the-musical-sistic-promotion.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS GOING TO SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go, and the only way I can persuade my parents to let me go down to Singapore to catch Chicago live all the way from London's West End is if I get super good results.&lt;br /&gt;But, no chance of that happening now, seeing as I screwed a paper up on the very first day of the exams. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, stupid exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4668193890816898521?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4668193890816898521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4668193890816898521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4668193890816898521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4668193890816898521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S5DLqJEihvI/AAAAAAAABTk/QTO74Fwifbc/s72-c/chicago-the-musical-sistic-promotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1362273314965411128</id><published>2010-02-25T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:53:11.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You About My Day</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been this busy until I have simply no time to eat &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been so happy to eat an omelette in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of handling the club data today, the only food I got to eat from when I woke up this morning until I left school to go for tuition are TianYoon's Tiger biscuits and a cup of wedges. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up late, and I skipped breakfast at home, deciding I would just eat breakfast in school. But for some reason when I reached school, I forgot to eat my breakfast. =.= so, no breakfast for me. Then during recess, I ignored my grumbling stomach and headed straight to the edboard room to continue editing the club data that I was editing this morning just after assembly. No recess food for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;after school, I &lt;i&gt;continued&lt;/i&gt; editing the club data until I had to go for my class page photo-taking. In the middle of the photo-taking I leave for my edboard meeting, only to leave for the last shot of class photo-taking before returning for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;And after the meeting, I went straight to tuition and only came home about an hour ago. No lunch for me. :'( &lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So today I found out that:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't understand how people can starve themselves for a bleedin' diet! &lt;br /&gt;2. My hair still smells good even after one stinky sweaty day at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fried omelette tastes really, really yummy.&lt;br /&gt;4. We need a bigger edboard room, aircond and many many more computers.and maybe like a soundproof room for meetings. And maybe like a stereo too. :D &lt;br /&gt;5. Gardenia's chocolate muffin doesn't taste as good as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;6. One day I would like to go bring lots and lots of food to Africa and let the Africans eat a healthy and delicious meal. A meal that is not even fit for a king. Okay i shall write that down in my List of Things I Want to Do Before I Die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow I shall say: TGI Friday!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1362273314965411128?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1362273314965411128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1362273314965411128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1362273314965411128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1362273314965411128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-tell-you-about-my-day.html' title='Let Me Tell You About My Day'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7198105509706761441</id><published>2010-02-22T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:29:13.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Arrgh, the Chinese New Year holiday laziness has taken it's toll on me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, it's not like I don't have the energy to do, well, things. I know I can and will do things once I set my mind to it, but the keyword here is &lt;u&gt;laziness&lt;/u&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want (and really need) my mojo back! &lt;br /&gt;There're so many things I still have to do, and that doesn't include studyig for the exams which, bytheway, are just &lt;b&gt;ONEMEASLYWEEK&lt;/b&gt; away! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first real experience of Monday Blues today when I went to school feeling less cheerful and less energetic than I usually would've felt, felt so tired and slightly pathetic in class- being antisocial (only for today, I promise. Tonight I shall sleep early and wake up feeling like I own the world) and worrying about things that I never, never should have worried about in first place. All those together with the heat made me feel absolutely miserable and...vunerable. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after school wasn't any better (at least literature class was fruitful) and it was only after I had sunken into the cozy sofa of my air-conditioned study room did I feel slightly better. &lt;br /&gt;And then I started to think about what a complete bore I was in school today. My classmates &lt;br /&gt;were probably thinking: whatonearth what's wrong with her, looking so emo. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's alright, because tomorrow shall be a better day. :) &lt;br /&gt;And as an attempt to get my mojo back (and to stop the laziness before I get too attatched to it and throw away a perfectly good senior year in high school) after this blog post I shall go grab my school bag and finish doing my homework and then I shall go study like I've studied &lt;br /&gt;before, because I want to go catch Chicago The Musical in Singapore this April/May and the only way I can ever persuade my parents to let me go is if I get good results. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7198105509706761441?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7198105509706761441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7198105509706761441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7198105509706761441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7198105509706761441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1315950888246234665</id><published>2010-02-17T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:54:22.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A Rose For Me and You</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back from Singapore. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats coming home and sitting in front of the TV watching American Idol, even though I did just come back from pretty &lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not sure if that made any sense. But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I got my fair share of angpows. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited more relatives than I did this Chinese New Year compared to the last, thus the increase of my angpow money- although more than half of it is going into the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I got bitten by my cousin's evil hamster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has two adorable hamsters- a white and a brown. Coincidentally, the white one is the sweet, innocent furry little thing while the brown one is the one who bit my finger and left it bleeding white it scurried in a corner, probably licking the blood stains off it's mouth. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. I went to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach in Singapore is really nice and clean (no surprise there). There were a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;of people camping there, which is something you seldom see back here. One day, I too shall camp at the beach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. I camwhored at my aunt's brick wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the brick wall outside my aunt's condo makes a very good place for taking pictures. And so, my cousin, my sister and I spent some time posing at the wall taking pictures- most of which were deleted because we either looked weird or retarded. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. We had a traditional Chinese New Year tea ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this little thing that my cousin's family picked up last year, and so this year when I arrived at their house I was surprised to see my niece wearing a &lt;i&gt;baju kebaya&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and pouring tea. The little ones had to kneel down before the elders and say a few prosperous words before happily getting their red-packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. I visited the Merlion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. After many years of visiting Singapore, I have never, never been to Merlion Park. This comes from the fact that every time I go to Singapore, I go as a visit to my relatives and never as a tourist. I thought the Merlion would be larger though, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't get to do any shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS VERY SAD. The time in Singapore was spent driving around looking for relatives' houses, or going around to relatives' houses, or swimming or laying back on the couch watching I Not Stupid 2 or playing Monopoly Deal- which by the way, is a much nicer game to play than Monopoly. :)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, no shopping. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I had a cool time in Singapore, yup. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1315950888246234665?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1315950888246234665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1315950888246234665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1315950888246234665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1315950888246234665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/rose-for-me-and-you.html' title='A Rose For Me and You'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3326166730807874685</id><published>2010-02-12T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:01:28.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>BOOM! Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Get lots of &lt;i&gt;angpows&lt;/i&gt;, people!&lt;br /&gt;Cast aside all unhappy thoughts and just have &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm off to &lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt; early tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3326166730807874685?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3326166730807874685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3326166730807874685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3326166730807874685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3326166730807874685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/boom-crackers.html' title='BOOM! Crackers'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7005840438425936850</id><published>2010-02-09T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:48:00.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Crackin'-Lackin'</title><content type='html'>I had a hair cut yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My fringe looks exactly the same as it does back in Form 3.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it doesn't look too bad; I could do a lot worse with say - &lt;b&gt;being bald&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, nothing's wrong with being bald; it's just that &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;wouldn't look nice bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a bit hectic lately, what with homework building up and having to stay back for after-school activities. I miss eating lunch at home. Eating the same canteen food for 5 years does not do one any good, especially when they deep-fry just about everything (well, sometimes I can't help but eat the fries- they go good with pepper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, Chinese New Year being just around the corner, I'm pretty sure everyone has plans: either to stay at home, watch TV and eat a bowlful of tangerines (I think that's what I did this one year; didn't do much relative-visiting) or to drive all the way back to the parents' home town, walk around greeting all your relatives and collecting one's precious red packets. :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY CHINESE NEW YEAR IN&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/u&gt; FOR ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day, all packed in one. We'll see cheongsam-dressed cupids shooting their love arrows all around. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. How cool would that be?&lt;br /&gt;Someone should dress up like that for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7005840438425936850?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7005840438425936850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7005840438425936850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7005840438425936850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7005840438425936850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/crackin-lackin.html' title='Crackin&apos;-Lackin&apos;'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1165281868623654510</id><published>2010-02-02T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:22:40.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Melted Cheese</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here to tell you that...&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2f8HAuCT_I/AAAAAAAABTc/Dhk_r7fLT9o/s1600-h/2834-500w1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2f8HAuCT_I/AAAAAAAABTc/Dhk_r7fLT9o/s640/2834-500w1.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo is my new favourite sport. :)&lt;br /&gt;Introducing &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Nacho Figueras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a professional polo player who I found out about when I was watching Oprah interview him on television.&lt;br /&gt;I like him, I think he's adorable. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1165281868623654510?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1165281868623654510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1165281868623654510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1165281868623654510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1165281868623654510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/melted-cheese.html' title='Melted Cheese'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2f8HAuCT_I/AAAAAAAABTc/Dhk_r7fLT9o/s72-c/2834-500w1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8290565609914010946</id><published>2010-01-30T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:11:05.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Drinking Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2OxB_FyaNI/AAAAAAAABTU/dJ42sawFXco/s1600-h/Boys-Like-Girls-boys-like-girls-3316353-1024-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2OxB_FyaNI/AAAAAAAABTU/dJ42sawFXco/s640/Boys-Like-Girls-boys-like-girls-3316353-1024-768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Chelsea didn't freak as I thought she would. But she sounded excited all the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to the concert after my guitar lesson at about 9. Met Carmen, Rachel and JesCee there, together with some of JesCee's church friends. Stood there waiting for Boys Like Girls to come on stage; Carmen and JesCee told me that the local artists performing earlier were very boring, and that I didn't miss much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's good. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys Like Girls concert was fun. I actually forgot to bring my camera so no pictures from the concert. :(&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;i&gt;very little&lt;/i&gt; people at the concert, like, &lt;i&gt;very very little&lt;/i&gt;. If you compare it to the All American Rejects concert- there would be no comparison at all. The good part about it is that everyone can stand very near to the stage, and at the same time standing with a bit of space around you. It's not at all packed and squishy, and the crowd wasn't violent like the one during AAR; I didn't even sweat at all.&lt;br /&gt;However, the small number didn't bring the atmosphere down. The crowd was still very lively and noisy, just like how a crowd should be during a concert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; live. Even though I didn't know all the songs that they sang, but I still swayed and jumped along. Until I found out that I kept accidentally stepping the foot of the guy standing behind me, then I stopped dancing and just bounced up and down. Whoops. :/&lt;br /&gt;I think the coolest part of the concert was when Martin Johnson (the lead singer) did a stage dive into the crowd and they crowd was carrying him around. The girl in front of me was screaming her head off when she saw him sitting on the crowd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm definitely downloading all of Boys Like Girls songs now. :)&lt;br /&gt;And right, my voice sounds so hoarse from all the attempted cheering last night; The reason I say attempted cheering, was because actually couldn't really scream properly last night, because I had a sore throat. So I just clapped my hands and squealed a bit. And when I woke up this morning, I sounded like&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I ate a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sandpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the night before or something.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm drinking this honey drink to soothe my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; concert ever, but it was still great. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8290565609914010946?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8290565609914010946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8290565609914010946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8290565609914010946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8290565609914010946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/drinking-honey.html' title='Drinking Honey'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2OxB_FyaNI/AAAAAAAABTU/dJ42sawFXco/s72-c/Boys-Like-Girls-boys-like-girls-3316353-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-9005795182977417514</id><published>2010-01-29T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:23:47.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><title type='text'>Being Spontaneous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2K2dYeaC3I/AAAAAAAABTM/b03SN78xOVE/s1600-h/boys_girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2K2dYeaC3I/AAAAAAAABTM/b03SN78xOVE/s400/boys_girls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cannot believe that my mum actually agreed to fetch me to catch &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Boys Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (and for free) at the Bukit Kiara Equestrian Arena Indoor Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;After my guitar lesson. :)&lt;br /&gt;OMG MY MUM IS LIKE, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not a big fan of Boys Like Girls, but since it's a free concert- &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHY NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, on the hand, is different. She&amp;nbsp;is going to &lt;i&gt;freak&lt;/i&gt;. For all I know, she &lt;b&gt;adores&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I wonder how her reaction is going be like when I tell her that she gets to go to a last-minute planned concert. Whee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's pretty much all I have to blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to bring a camera there. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-9005795182977417514?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9005795182977417514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=9005795182977417514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9005795182977417514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9005795182977417514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-spontaneous.html' title='Being Spontaneous!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S2K2dYeaC3I/AAAAAAAABTM/b03SN78xOVE/s72-c/boys_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8008866491221624434</id><published>2010-01-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:29:41.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>NOAH PUCKERMAN. :D</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sick yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a few sneezes and sniffing yesterday morning, but by the time it was evening it became sneezing and sniffing every few minutes. I could barely see where I was going or what I was doing. By dinner I was so uncomfortable; I was so groggy and my eyelids were so heavy I felt like I was dying. I think I might have had a &lt;i&gt;slight&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fever or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped tuition yesterday, popped a pill and went to bed at about 8.15pm. A nice 10 hours sleep was all I needed, because when I woke up this morning I felt much better, albeit a few sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;But as of now I feel totally fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to stay back after school to run the 5km track; another run might just send me off to popping another pill and sleeping for 10 hours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, off to watch &lt;b&gt;GLEE&lt;/b&gt;. I have 5 more episodes before I finish season one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8008866491221624434?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8008866491221624434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8008866491221624434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8008866491221624434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8008866491221624434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/noah-puckerman-d.html' title='NOAH PUCKERMAN. :D'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5177908607579761598</id><published>2010-01-25T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:26:19.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Heavy Breathing</title><content type='html'>I could be sick. &lt;i&gt;Could be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sniffing and sneezing the whole day long in school. Plus I feel really lazy and sleepy and I didn't have the mood to do anything in class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still went for my 5km jog today. And I'm happy to say that there has been an improvement from the last jog, though very slight. So, thank you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;PeiShe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for coming on the jog today. Especially &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, because I know he was reluctant to come along and would've rather stayed back to play Modern Warfare 2 but you were still a gentleman to come along, so yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;PeiShe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I'm so proud of you, because I know how tired you were and how hot the weather was and how we were all sweating like pigs but you still finished the jog and that's the spirit! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure if I should go jog tomorrow because the tiredness from the jog has finally kicked in. I still have homework to complete and tuition to go in another 1 and a half hour. &lt;b&gt;VERY LAZY AH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. One more thing before I end my post: GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;NOAH PUCKERMAN IS AWESOME. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5901588064768737097-5177908607579761598?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5177908607579761598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5177908607579761598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5177908607579761598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5177908607579761598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/heavy-breathing.html' title='Heavy Breathing'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5941983423484696268</id><published>2010-01-24T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:31:09.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>No Greater Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1u4fsaD5-I/AAAAAAAABTE/my8yHVUi4Jk/s1600-h/notebook_ver4_xlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1u4fsaD5-I/AAAAAAAABTE/my8yHVUi4Jk/s640/notebook_ver4_xlg.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my second post of the day. I'm getting my super-blogging mojo back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, late yesterday night I decided to watch The Notebook. And so I did. And it was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the connection between Allie and Noah, I loved how they fell madly in love with each other when they were just teenagers and I absolutely loved how they spent their summer romance. She wasn't ashamed that he was just a Southern country boy and she was a city girl; he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever lay eyes on and his spontaneous activities with her just made them fall more crazily in love with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though they had to part suddenly after the summer was over, he wrote her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;365 letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, one for each day of the year. She never received them, but she still waited for him for 7 years. He went crazy and frustrated when he didn't receive any replies for the letters he sent, and started working like mad to fix up the dream house he owned, and he fixed it up to be exactly like how she wanted &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dream house to be. And so, when they finally met years later, they got back together, because the chemistry between them had always been there since they met as teenagers over the summer. He loved her for all his life and always thought about her and she yearned to be with him. And they stayed together for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me think about a lot of things, like whether true love can last as long as it is expected to, or whether these things just happen in movies and not in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Notebook: :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5941983423484696268?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5941983423484696268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5941983423484696268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5941983423484696268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5941983423484696268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-greater-love.html' title='No Greater Love'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1u4fsaD5-I/AAAAAAAABTE/my8yHVUi4Jk/s72-c/notebook_ver4_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1914522383969722578</id><published>2010-01-24T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:10:20.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Somebody To Love</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, when the fever of Glee had just started spreading, people kept telling me how awesome the series were, how amazing and how spectacular and how jaw-dropping it would be. And they kept urging me to watch the series.&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1stbZ7qbZI/AAAAAAAABS0/0MKFHaaK8hI/s1600-h/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1stbZ7qbZI/AAAAAAAABS0/0MKFHaaK8hI/s640/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Wednesday night, I watched Glee for the first time on Star World. And to be honest, episode one was just a bit disappointing. After all the excited reactions from friends talking about Glee, I sort of expected Glee to be off the charts. And it wasn't until I continued watching episode two, three, four and so on did I realize that Glee REALLY was as amazing and wonderful as Gleeks say they are.&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I am totally in love with Glee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here are a few reasons why Glee is worth watching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no idea how they do it, but they make every song sound nice. And I mean EVERY. I used to dislike the song Rehab and Mercy by Amy Winehouse and Duffy, but the remix that they sang on Glee just &lt;i&gt;blew me away&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is SO MUCH BETTER than High School Musical. After watching Glee, you won't even remember how Troy and Gabriella sound like.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Villains in the series are not typical slutty cheerleaders but evil, funny cheerleading coaches like Sue&amp;nbsp;Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;4. Noah Puckerman is so darn HOT. And everyone loves Puck.&lt;br /&gt;5. The show keeps getting better and better with every episode. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;6. The whole of William McKinley High School doesn't go beserk and lose their heads even after the two most popular kids in school are in the Glee Club (which is pretty much the bottom of the social level in high school).&lt;br /&gt;7. They beat &lt;b&gt;30 Rock&lt;/b&gt; in the Golden Globes Award. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;30 ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So you see how good Glee is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's pretty much all I can come up with. Just, go watch Glee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1914522383969722578?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1914522383969722578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1914522383969722578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1914522383969722578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1914522383969722578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/somebody-to-love.html' title='Somebody To Love'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/S1stbZ7qbZI/AAAAAAAABS0/0MKFHaaK8hI/s72-c/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6127021943623252179</id><published>2010-01-23T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:44:32.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Daydreams. :)</title><content type='html'>Saturday and school just don't match.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who likes to go to school on a Saturday? To go to school on a weekend and listen to teachers who, like us students, wish they could just spend their Saturdays sleeping in and taking a break from school.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess today wasn't as boring as it could've been. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier than usual today and went to school. During assembly I knocked over my Sigg bottle and it got a scratch. :/ Dragged myself to Chemistry Lab and had a lot of fun pouring chemicals and seeing the results (the Brown Ring was just &lt;i&gt;supa cool&lt;/i&gt;). Drew graphs during Math and wrote one quarter of an essay in BM. Sat down in a group during Civic and had a discussion about our Civic project (we decided to raise funds by selling cookies and cacti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school it took me one hour to get home instead of the usual 20 minute drive from school to home because of the &lt;b&gt;stupid stupid&lt;/b&gt; traffic jam. After reaching home I went out for tuition again in a mere 45 minutes. Learnt more about Linear Law in Add. Math tuition and drew more graphs. Found out that we'll be learning about Integration (the reverse of Differentiation) in the next chapter of Add Math when I'm still having a little trouble coping with Differentiation, but I'm pretty sure I'll manage, because I have to, because if I don't I'll die this year. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 hours of tuition I came home and here I am, blogging about my day. And now that I'm done blogging I CAN GO WATCH &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YES WHEE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-6127021943623252179?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6127021943623252179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6127021943623252179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6127021943623252179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6127021943623252179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/daydreams.html' title='Daydreams. :)'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3871285527542587568</id><published>2010-01-20T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:45:51.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Specifically,</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I am proud to say, that even the blazing sun failed to destroy the will of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Rachel Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (that's me, just in case you didn't know that you dumbo), &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Lee Pei She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Michelle Anne Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Nicholas Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Leong Chi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;i&gt;jalk&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the cross-country track as practice for the real cross-country day run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;even though&lt;/i&gt; we missed a turn (or was it a couple of turns), and we had to jalk the wrong way back to school, we still managed to finish our, um, challenge of jalking 5km. :)&lt;br /&gt;So yes, &lt;i&gt;even though&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we were all panting and trying to expand our lungs to let more oxygen flow through our brain so that we wouldn't just keel over suddenly or whatever, we still had fun. &lt;b&gt;RIGHT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I don't care what you guys say, I'm pulling you for another round of jalking next week.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3871285527542587568?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3871285527542587568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3871285527542587568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3871285527542587568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3871285527542587568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/specifically.html' title='Specifically,'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2034601005530501596</id><published>2010-01-18T15:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:19:23.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Feeling Goofy On A Maunday</title><content type='html'>So the Editorial Board got a new computer today.&lt;br /&gt;You should've &lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt; the look on Aaron and Nicholas' faces when they saw the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like, when they stepped into the room in the morning, and when their faces turned and they caught a glimpse of the new Acer computer sitting demurely on the computer table, their lips broke into a smile and their faces just...&lt;b&gt;glowed&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;And then they went straight to greet the new computer before greeting any of their fellow Edboarders who were in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Nice one guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked like they could've just married the computer that very minute or something. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, school was fine today (I'm finally, finally blogging about school!). In fact, school was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fine that I didn't even feel embarrassed when I misplaced my foot into the drain (thank god the drain was dry) and stumbled a little after school today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Also, school was so fine, that I actually forgot that I had to pee. I finished drinking all my water by the 8th period and I told Shu that I have to go to the ladies afterwards because I needed to pee. And by the 10th period I totally forgot about the fact that I had to pee until ShuLin reminded me to.&lt;br /&gt;How weird is that? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ut vita! &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2034601005530501596?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2034601005530501596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2034601005530501596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2034601005530501596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2034601005530501596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-goofy-on-maunday.html' title='Feeling Goofy On A Maunday'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6537988116228502999</id><published>2010-01-15T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:32:22.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Brought Three Rubber Bands To School Today</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I am so tired now. Physically tired but mentally hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;Does that even make sense? I think my grammar's all wrong, but whatever lah. :) Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, GERKO Day today was really fun. I got to skip classes (I doubt my teachers were really teaching anyway), got to witness the crowd of students pondering over which club they should join, got to sit down on the floor to finish my English essay, got to walk around taking random pictures, got to be awesome&amp;nbsp;in my last year of GERKO Day enjoyment. &lt;i&gt;I cannot believe I'm graduating this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERKO Day duty was just the least of it all. After school and after eating a lunch consisting of asam laksa + meehoon and french fries, I went to play frisbee. And although I was initially rather reluctant, it turned out to be pretty fun. So yeah. I wouldn't mind playing it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than playing frisbee with my dog, because you see, dogs cannot throw the frisbee back at you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, ahah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-6537988116228502999?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6537988116228502999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6537988116228502999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6537988116228502999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6537988116228502999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-brought-three-rubber-bands-to-school.html' title='I Brought Three Rubber Bands To School Today'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-508377569152131426</id><published>2010-01-14T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:57:35.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like Cyring</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very&amp;nbsp;temperamental nowadays. It's like I can get all hyped up, excited and optimistic about something&amp;nbsp;and before end of the day I feel very good about myself, but one minute later- BOOM. I'm all sad and sentimental and upset and jealous and hurt and possibly everything negative feeling you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;So after that BOOM, I just sit there thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and thinking. And after thinking for about 100 years, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just run upstairs and grab my iPod and listen to music and feel all better in one second like I used to be able too. Now music therapy doesn't even help. Something is &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;with me. It's not like I don't know the reason to my&amp;nbsp;temperament; I have a pretty good idea about it actually. &lt;i&gt;And it's not what you think it is&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;But I just hope that it's not it, and that it's just my hormones playing me, or PMS or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, something is so wrong with me I can't even type right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-508377569152131426?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/508377569152131426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=508377569152131426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/508377569152131426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/508377569152131426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/brain-damage.html' title='I Feel Like Cyring'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2841397760840210048</id><published>2010-01-12T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:32:14.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Peace, Is All Anyone's Looking For</title><content type='html'>Lately, I find that my happy days tend to have been turned bad by certain events.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an unreasonable person, and I do try to consider and look at things in different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;However, I AM a human-being, and being that I have feelings and am entitled to my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the complication of being a human-being, and thus you don't see me being a rebellious teenager, trying to invade into the minds of other people and making them see things MY way. Because the world doesn't just consist of ME and my opinion, I have to learn to respect other people's thoughts as well. And I do.&lt;br /&gt;And when I find it frustrating that people don't see the same way that I do, I explain to them and try to get them to understand what my thoughts are.&lt;br /&gt;If I have ever &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;gone out of hand&lt;/span&gt;, I deeply and truly &lt;b&gt;apologize&lt;/b&gt;. I'm hot-tempered and my agitated thoughts tend to be channeled to&amp;nbsp;impulsiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But please, back off, and show a little respect to what we have here. We're not looking for trouble, and we thank you not to bring trouble to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all we, all &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Oh yes, I want to thank &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;the darlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who have given me advice and cheered me up during the time of my frustration, rants and when I was feeling upset. What would I do without you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;MWAH. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2841397760840210048?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2841397760840210048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2841397760840210048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2841397760840210048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2841397760840210048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/peace-is-all-anyones-looking-for.html' title='Peace, Is All Anyone&apos;s Looking For'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3658665609939014375</id><published>2010-01-11T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:03:30.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Cool Things That I've Discovered :D</title><content type='html'>I have found the 8th Wonder of the World. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, I didn't actually &lt;i&gt;find&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it, more like &lt;i&gt;rediscovered&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SKYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype, is a programme designed for you to be able to have conversations on-line through the microphone (webcam or no webcam), designed for you to be able to have emergency midnight meetings with your fellow club members, designed to um, eavesdrop on the background voices of the people you are chatting with, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;I know MSN has the same thing as well, but no one voice-chats through MSN. Skype is so much cooler for voice-chatting. Don't ask me why, it just &lt;i&gt;is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I felt like I was crapping. But whatever. Just use Skype and you'll be able to see the power of it's um, coolness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the second cool thing that I've discovered lately (through this TV series called Shark) is that there's this job called a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;hostage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;negotiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. By the name you can obviously guess that the job of this hostage negotiator is to well, negotiate hostages. Say for example, some people are being held hostage in this bank by a robber armed with a gun. Then a hostage negotiator will be called and will try to meet with the demands of the robber to get the hostages out safely while working with the police to find a way to corner the robber.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, right? How come we've never heard of these cool jobs in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third thing that I find really cool is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;forensic psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously, this is a job that combines psychology with a bit of law. If I'm not wrong, forensic psychologists have to go to court to testify stuff sometimes, and also have to deal with prisoners and crime-doers to analyse them and figure out what-in-the-world is the matter with them. One of the very big risks of taking up this job is that you might get hit or injured while facing prisoners and/or you might accidentally get killed during a prison riot or something like that. But other than that, you're helping to do some justice in the world. Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. The cool things that I've discovered. I remember there's more on my list but that's what I have for now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3658665609939014375?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3658665609939014375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3658665609939014375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3658665609939014375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3658665609939014375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cool-things-that-ive-discovered-d.html' title='Cool Things That I&apos;ve Discovered :D'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2555015373967492588</id><published>2010-01-08T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:26:01.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Facebook Shut Me Out of My Own Account</title><content type='html'>And the excuse that Facebook gave was that they were maintaining my site, and that it would take a few hours before I could log in again. Oh wait. Hey! They let me in again. :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Stupid facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Harry Potter the kitten has been taken to the animal shelter to be cared for. The poor thing really needs a home to go to and someone to love and care for it. As I've blogged about in my last post, the kitten has a nose-sniffing problem and afterwards, I found out that it has a stomach-ache as well. Oh yes, it kind of also has a problem pooping, because I find that it cannot control it's pooping sensation properly. The poop just &lt;i&gt;drips&lt;/i&gt; out of it's butt. And that's how I got poop-stains on both my t-shirts. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from having kitty poop stains on my shirt, this week's been quite a good week. Friday (meaning today) was just awesome. :) Seriously, I love Fridays. I'm going to stay back every Friday if I can. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2555015373967492588?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2555015373967492588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2555015373967492588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2555015373967492588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2555015373967492588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook-shut-me-out-of-my-own-account.html' title='Facebook Shut Me Out of My Own Account'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4415867668586792912</id><published>2010-01-06T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:58:44.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Mother of the Third</title><content type='html'>I'm 4 months to 17 and I think I'm already prepared for motherhood. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for the third time in my life I am playing mother to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;kitten who was spotted outside my gate. So, being the kind family that we are, we took the kitten in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten (now on my lap meowing for attention or something while I am blogging this) is black and white in colour, and has patches of fur missing from it's ears and body (the poor dear). It kind of looked like it went through a bad time. &amp;nbsp;I have decided to name it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because it has black fur on the top of it's head that makes it look like it has black hair, and green eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;This Harry, however, is nothing like the one in JK's book. Harry the kitten needs attention like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and it keeps wanting/needing me to pat it on the head (it meows really really loudly when I don't) and it sniffs too, all the while as well. The sniffing sounds like how we humans sound when we have a bad runny nose and/or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, people REALLY have to stop littering cats outside my house. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't keep a cat, don't THROW it away for god's sake, just give it to someone else who will care for it much better than you will, or give it to the animal shelter. Don't pack it in a box and drop it in front of someone's house opposite a park. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUPID, MEAN PEOPLE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4415867668586792912?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4415867668586792912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4415867668586792912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4415867668586792912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4415867668586792912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mother-of-third.html' title='Mother of the Third'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7842141212434777656</id><published>2010-01-04T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:32:11.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>And We're Back To School</title><content type='html'>So Nick's birthday surprise didn't turn out quite the way I thought/hoped it might be. Somehow the birthday surprises we planned don't turn out the perfect way we want it to be. But anyway, as long as we enjoy ourselves and have a good time, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nick, I hope you enjoyed a very &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry again for the whole cold-shoulder-ignoring thing in the morning. That was supposed to be all part of the surprise plan. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7842141212434777656?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7842141212434777656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7842141212434777656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7842141212434777656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7842141212434777656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-were-back-to-school.html' title='And We&apos;re Back To School'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2789785520662389761</id><published>2010-01-02T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:49:42.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>THIS IS OUR YEAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, DARLINGS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; happened in the year of 2009 that my head is bursting trying to think about all those wonderful memories. :) That and my head is throbbing with the fact that I haven't gotten much sleep this holiday. &lt;i&gt;See Rachel's eyebags for proof. :S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for my usual attempt to blog about &lt;i&gt;something- anything&lt;/i&gt;, I will make lists. Again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Best of 2009 (a list every blogger is making/made)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Here I have to rack my brains because &lt;b&gt;every time&lt;/b&gt; I sit down to make lists, the list contents just flew out of my brain and into...somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;The Editorial Board. &lt;/b&gt;Just about everything/everyone in this board makes everyday fun and kooky!&lt;br /&gt;2. MY CHINA WINTER CAMP. I loved that 12 days spent in China; and you have no idea how &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; I want to go out with my camp mates again. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Merah Marching. :D Go on Youtube and you'll be able to see why we won &lt;b&gt;First Place&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Love Gang. Yes, I was a little skeptical with the name at first but I've gotten used to it by now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Our Star Wars marathon was a crazy one!&lt;br /&gt;5. Sweet Sixteens. Young adults of 1993, we were sweet, young and innocent at the age of 16 last year; now we're moving on to&amp;nbsp;fierce some&amp;nbsp;17!&lt;br /&gt;6. Sunway Lagoon. I went on the Pirate Ship for the first, ever time in my life. AND IT WAS &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. My Best Holiday So Far. This November/December &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;been my best school holiday yet. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am more environmental-friendly. It's true, people! I so hardly often use the air-cond last year, I think it might have gathered dust and welcomed spiders and their new home.&lt;br /&gt;9. Making new friends. I feel more sociable!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AVATAR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;OMGTHISISTHEBESTMOVIEIHAVEEVERWATCHEDILOVEJAMESCAMERONANDIWANTTOBEANA'AVI. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GET MY DRIVING LICENSE.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to persuade mum to let me take driving lessons after my birthday and not after SPM.&lt;br /&gt;3. Manage my finances.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to watch the musical NINE. It looks very promising. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Study my butt off for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fulfill my promises.&lt;br /&gt;7. Really climb a rock (and I mean it this time)&lt;br /&gt;8. Find a way to make eggnog tastier.&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn to cook 18749387 delicious recipes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Reach my goal! (of what, I don't know yet. I'll think of something)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ROCK MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have so far. I took about half an hour to think THIS up.&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2789785520662389761?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2789785520662389761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2789785520662389761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2789785520662389761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2789785520662389761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-our-year.html' title='THIS IS OUR YEAR.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7352355354690129291</id><published>2009-12-29T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:02:47.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>When There's No Light To Break Up The Dark</title><content type='html'>I will not complain. I will appreciate everything that I have and not complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7352355354690129291?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7352355354690129291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7352355354690129291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7352355354690129291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7352355354690129291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-theres-no-light-to-break-up-dark.html' title='When There&apos;s No Light To Break Up The Dark'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5921672466058783076</id><published>2009-12-27T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:41:33.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>We're The Friends Who Stuck Together</title><content type='html'>Okay, I seriously &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; think that my house is somewhat a place of &lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAT ATTRACTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those two kittens that came to my house on their own and I had to be their mommy for a few days before unwillingly sending them to the animal shelter? Yeah. Today, I found a mommy cat and her two kittens playing outside my gate. And one of her kittens, look like my favourite plushie tiger &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the kittens were playing and pouncing each other and one of them actually climbed onto the wheels of my dad's car and started &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;poking the tires&lt;/span&gt;. UH-HUH. But it came down later. Tire still fine. Not punctured. :)&lt;br /&gt;So later when I went out to try to play/get the kittens away from my house (I have a cat-hating dog, you see), the mommy cat started hissing at me and ran down the drain, followed by her two kittens. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNWAY LAGOON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TOMORROW. OH YEAH -!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5921672466058783076?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5921672466058783076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5921672466058783076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5921672466058783076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5921672466058783076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-friends-who-stuck-together.html' title='We&apos;re The Friends Who Stuck Together'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2228729622430074324</id><published>2009-12-26T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:47:42.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Servantless American Cooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;WARNING: LONG, (PROBABLY BORING) POST AHEAD.&lt;/span&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/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzWqOG-tn4I/AAAAAAAABSE/2fdfLPMiH5Y/s1600-h/julie_and_julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzWqOG-tn4I/AAAAAAAABSE/2fdfLPMiH5Y/s640/julie_and_julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I watched the movie: Julie and Julia; I found it a wonderful story. :)&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the plot of the movie is based on two true stories; stories of two women: one named Julia Child, a famous cook and another named Julie Powell.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this story is focused on two different lives. Julia Child was an American who moved to Paris after marrying a French husband Paul. Julia, a housewife at that time, decided to register herself for a cooking class in order to fill in her spacious every day schedule. Soon, she became a professional and started working as a teacher to teach Americans in Paris how to cook French meals (because all the cookbooks in Paris were in French and the Americans didn't read French) together with her friends Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle. These three women then wrote a cook book together entitled &lt;i&gt;Mastering The Art Of French Cooking&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Julie Powell however, was just a typical American who was stuck working in a cubicle day after day, receiving calls and stressfully dealing with the post-syndrome&amp;nbsp;of the 9/11 attack. One day, realizing that she hadn't really achieved any of her goals in life, she decided to master all the recipes in Julia Child's &lt;i&gt;Mastering The Art Of French Cooking&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cook book: all 524 recipes in 365 days. And so her quest starts, where in the midst of it she had a few breakdowns due to the pressure of her self-appointed cooking deadline and the challenge of cooking. She used &lt;a href="http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; as a therapeutic reliever, In the end she conquered all of the French cooking recipes, and she even wrote a book about it.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Julie and Julia &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; met. Julia considered Julie's project a stunt, and didn't think Julie a serious cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about the movie is Julia Child's optimism. I have no idea how she is in real life, but in the movie Meryl Streep portrayed Julia as a always cheerful and happy woman, loving life and enjoying life's little pleasures. Never once have you seen Julia (in the movie) argue with her husband or lose a temper. She laughs everything off and it's clear that she has believes in solutions to &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; problem.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice movie to watch for Christmas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2228729622430074324?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2228729622430074324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2228729622430074324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2228729622430074324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2228729622430074324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/servantless-american-cooks.html' title='Servantless American Cooks'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzWqOG-tn4I/AAAAAAAABSE/2fdfLPMiH5Y/s72-c/julie_and_julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-148345890530042134</id><published>2009-12-25T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:43:54.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Using The Blender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzRAIiFF3VI/AAAAAAAABR8/OKFVXGloh3w/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzRAIiFF3VI/AAAAAAAABR8/OKFVXGloh3w/s640/IMG_0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this is not the best picture to upload onto my blog, &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;but&lt;/b&gt;, this picture is concrete proof that I made &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;eggnog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, eggnog, the supposedly nice drink that people drink on Christmas Eve/Christmas Night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't the traditional eggnog that you would have for Christmas, because it's non-alcoholic. And if you Google eggnog recipes you'll find that eggnogs always have a bit of whiskey/brandy/rum in them. And since I don't really have any whiskey/brandy/rum in my house (maybe I do, but even if I do I don't know about it), and the eggnog making was really a last minute decision (just hours before guests came for Christmas Eve Dinner), I just googled a non-alcoholic recipe on eggnogs and made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, making eggnog is probably the easiest drink ever to make. You just take all the ingredients (raw eggs, sugar, vanilla, ground nutmeg etc.), throw them into a blender, blend the ingredients and put it in the chiller to chill until the guests arrive.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't taste that bad, you know, with the blended raw eggs and everything- it actually tastes pretty good. AND it's rather filling. I had half a cup and I was full beyond anything (but maybe that was because I was still bloated from a good dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was my eggnog making experience. Next year I'm going to try it with some alcohol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5901588064768737097-148345890530042134?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/148345890530042134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=148345890530042134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/148345890530042134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/148345890530042134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/using-blender.html' title='Using The Blender'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SzRAIiFF3VI/AAAAAAAABR8/OKFVXGloh3w/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-9190050048286778229</id><published>2009-12-21T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:04:14.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Beyond The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Sy7yyBsLBGI/AAAAAAAABR0/2TZRTNYrcKo/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Sy7yyBsLBGI/AAAAAAAABR0/2TZRTNYrcKo/s640/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;oh, my god&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;EXTRAORDINARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5 STARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-9190050048286778229?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9190050048286778229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=9190050048286778229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9190050048286778229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9190050048286778229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/beyond-universe.html' title='Beyond The Universe'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Sy7yyBsLBGI/AAAAAAAABR0/2TZRTNYrcKo/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4783491394769037871</id><published>2009-12-19T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:52:46.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>My Eyeballs Are Spinning Round In Their Sockets</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I am officially back from my 12 day trip in China. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;TOTALLY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going around Guangzhou, Xiamen, Quanzhou and Fuzhou in these short 12 days can really tire you out, let you learn new things (like calligraphy, wushu and China's national calligraphy drawings), make you see life in a different perspective and introduce you to a whole bunch of new people whom you may find is&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; related to you, though not by blood. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are all &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=733171093"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook (no one really posts picture bulks on their blogs now) so make sure you go and browse through the pictures and see how much fun it was there during that China Winter Camp. Whee! :D&amp;nbsp;Honestly, I'm going to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;miss friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; whom I've met during the trip, though not so much with closer friends because I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sure I'll be seeing them sometime soon next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there was this one incident witnessed in China that I really have to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;See, we, these &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;awesome bunch of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, were walking down the streets of Fuzhou in the evening, doing our last day shopping and bonding and stuff when we saw this motorcycle coming straight past us; the bloody cyclist was driving fast even though the street we were walking on was slippery with the after rain. And as the motorcycle went past us, the back wheel of the motorcycle hooked onto this lady's foot (the lady was standing/walking right NEXT to me; we were probably just a few centimetres apart) and knocked her down. The lady, quote &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"flew from point A to point B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and her umbrella accidentally caught the top of my hair. The lady, pained from being thrown off her feet and probably badly hurt from slipping right off her feet and landing with a big thump on her bum, just sat there frozen.&lt;br /&gt;The cyclist, realizing what happened, got down on this motorcycle and went over the lady to see if he could be of any help. But he wasn't any help, because just a mere 1 minute later, he &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;smiled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, got on his bike and drove away. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also, the passer-bys and salemen who witnessed the whole accident as well didn't even bother to help. They just walked past like nothing happened and went on selling their stupid items. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we, the&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; awesome bunch of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, walked over the lady to see if she was badly hurt and if she could stand up and walk and stuff like that. She was crying, but fortunately there were no bruises or cuts. We gave her a whole packet of tissues and she went off, nodding appreciatively but still sobbing from the pain (in her bum, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. It was we, the &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;awesome bunch of Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who showed graceful &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malaysian spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;while we were overseas. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;HIGHFIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, my awesome bunch of friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4783491394769037871?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4783491394769037871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4783491394769037871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4783491394769037871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4783491394769037871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-eyeballs-are-spinning-round-in-their.html' title='My Eyeballs Are Spinning Round In Their Sockets'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5773506933077569091</id><published>2009-12-03T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:50:55.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Part Of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I found a tiny &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yesterday near the rabbit's cage, called for my dad, helped him capture the snake, brought it to this faraway place and released it (what else could we have done anyway? Killed the snake?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it all while wearing a tight &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;SKIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Women rule! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I watched New Moon yesterday. It was, well, crappy. And I was freezing like anything in the cinema, even though I had on my cardigan. But it was all worth it: to watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5773506933077569091?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5773506933077569091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5773506933077569091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5773506933077569091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5773506933077569091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-of-yesterday.html' title='A Part Of Yesterday'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2354879718337206318</id><published>2009-11-29T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:09:02.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Checklist</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I have never read the Lord of the Rings novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the novel collection is what I consider to be one of my favourites. Isn't that funny now? :)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that Tolkien wrote the best set of novels of the century, or maybe it's the movies that made the books look so interesting; but I won't deny that I have never read more than a hundred pages of the the Fellowship of the Ring.&lt;br /&gt;I think my English was still improper and not advanced enough when I first started reading the Fellowship of the Ring, but I still found the book interesting enough for it to put it in my favourite books list. I have no idea if these things happen to other readers, so yeah. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to watch this movie called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yesterday (after failing to buy tickets for 2012), and the movie was actually pretty OK. I mean, despite the fact that there wasn't enough space in between the seats, and I had to slide down a bit in my chair so that I could rest my head on the top of the seat, and there were people munching on popcorn so loudly, and you could hear people whispering and talking (as I've said, there wasn't enough bloody spaces in between the chairs to assure total comfort), and there was this baby wailing all the time and people giving the parents weird looks and I could stretch my legs nicely, yeah, it was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;But, well, note the fact that I don't rate movies that highly. I enjoy almost every movie that I watch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THIS is Planet 51:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SxIbNyEfl9I/AAAAAAAABRI/o8FJCEJMTlA/s1600/planet51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SxIbNyEfl9I/AAAAAAAABRI/o8FJCEJMTlA/s400/planet51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically about this astronaut who landed on this alien planet called Planet 51, and all the aliens thought HE was an alien that was here to hijack their planet and control their minds with his super mind controlling powers. But the astronaut, named Chuck Baker, had only one mission, which was to get to his captured spaceship and get back to Earth so that he could join the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Nickelodeon's Kids Choice Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (he was to get &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;slimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Some teenager inhabitants of Planet 51 believed that Chuck Baker wasn't a complete psycho and decided to help him get to his spaceship, which we know in every cartoon that the mission was achieved and it all ended with a happy ending. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, quite a funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, in a totally unrelated matter to the said movie, my mom bought me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;a new tote bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2354879718337206318?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2354879718337206318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2354879718337206318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2354879718337206318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2354879718337206318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/checklist.html' title='The Checklist'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SxIbNyEfl9I/AAAAAAAABRI/o8FJCEJMTlA/s72-c/planet51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2929435492648270536</id><published>2009-11-28T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:17:32.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Me And You And A Dog Named Boo</title><content type='html'>My post title is a song name; presumably a song created in the same era as "itsybitsyteenyweenyyellowpolkadotbikini". Why can't we get such nice song titles nowadays? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here with a quest. A quest to revive my blog. And since I have nothing interesting to blog about, what better thing to do to attempt a blog-revivification than to create holiday lists!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Rachel's Holiday List of Dids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did wake up every morning to watch Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did school work revision as mom requested (it's the holidays!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Did buy a new purse.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did go shopping for new turtlenecks in preparation for China trip.&lt;br /&gt;5. Did some helping out to clean up the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Did go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;7. Did practice my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;8. Did freak out a bit when I agreed to perform in a mini concert.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did face my nerves when I managed to perform in the mini concert.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did watch A Christmas Carol (not as nice as I hoped it would be).&lt;br /&gt;11. Did play chess and won (TWICE BABY!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Did play Cluedo and won. :)&lt;br /&gt;13. Did play Scrabble and got the letters that make up the words "porn" and "fart".&lt;br /&gt;14. Did text a lot.&lt;br /&gt;15. Did finish the Star Wars saga.&lt;br /&gt;16. Did manage to create an entry in my diary after a whole month of neglecting it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Did go to the salon and get my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel's Holiday Lists of Shoulds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Should win an award for trying to resurrect my dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Should have saved more money to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Should go and watch New Moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Should watch Twilight (yes, you got me, I've never watched it before).&lt;br /&gt;5. Should watch more movies.&lt;br /&gt;6. Should finish reading my 1,073 page thick &lt;i&gt;Gone with The Wind&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Margaret Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;7. Should charge my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;8. Should do something daring like try a double flip in mid air and risk breaking my neck but I won't because I'm not an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;9. Should (or should not?) buy a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;10. Should think of something more interesting to blog about because if I were someone else and I were reading my blog I think I would hit the little red X button hastily.&lt;br /&gt;11. Should write a heartwarming holiday story and become famous like Charles Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;12. Should go climb a rock.&lt;br /&gt;13. Should do something unexpected. Like what I don't know. Give me suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2929435492648270536?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2929435492648270536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2929435492648270536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2929435492648270536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2929435492648270536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-and-you-and-dog-named-boo.html' title='Me And You And A Dog Named Boo'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7910775245355718324</id><published>2009-11-28T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:58:14.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Mystery Google Repost!</title><content type='html'>Why can't people get the mysterygoogle thing that I posted on my blog? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll just give the explanation another try, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one day, I ventured forth to the mysterygoogle website to try this little thing that my sister showed me. Once entering the site, you hit the search button without typing anything into the search box. The words &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Please don't type gibberish"&lt;/span&gt; bounces out after the page refreshes. Thus (as I've said,) being mischievously curious, I typed the word &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"gibberish"&lt;/span&gt; into the search box and hit enter. The words &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Well&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;aren't you clever"&lt;/span&gt; pops out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now isn't that cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysterygoogle.com/"&gt;Mysterygoogle&lt;/a&gt; also replies to search sentences such as &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"hello"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"poop"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go enjoy yourself! :D&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7910775245355718324?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7910775245355718324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7910775245355718324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7910775245355718324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7910775245355718324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mystery-google-repost.html' title='Mystery Google Repost!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5999449580058837380</id><published>2009-11-15T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:51:07.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><title type='text'>Oddballs</title><content type='html'>The funniest thing happened yesterday.&lt;div&gt;I was in the kitchen looking for my Milo wafer (my last one, unfortunately) when I heard this scraping noise behind the kitchen door. So I paused, thinking it was a mouse. I wanted to be sure so I kicked the door. The scraping noise was heard again. I pulled the door open and kicked the bucket next to the dog food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right, it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a mouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I squealed and ran all the way to study room, yelling 'There's a mouse in the kitchen there's a mouse in the kitchen!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad and aunt then hastened to the kitchen, and while I was left there in the study room, I started to &lt;b&gt;laugh&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;At myself&lt;/span&gt;. Because I found my reaction to the mouse in the kitchen so funny. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it's really weird, because screaming while running when you see a mouse is perfectly normal for, well, normal people. But I'm not afraid of mice, and I've &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;once defeated a mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Like a mouse-warrior-defeater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. There I was, giggling at my very own reaction, with my mum staring at me and smiling amusedly. And I don't think I stopped giggling minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, what a silly night that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5999449580058837380?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5999449580058837380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5999449580058837380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5999449580058837380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5999449580058837380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/oddballs.html' title='Oddballs'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3814130848444232400</id><published>2009-11-12T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:42:02.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Little Piece Of Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been watching Grey's Anatomy yesterday afternoon (it's back on StarWorld, yes!). And there was this phrase from the ending narrate saying 'we can never fully grow up.' or somewhere near that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, that saying is so true. Because I think that there will always be a part of us which will remain as immature as we were when we were 9, no matter how old we get. I mean, any grown man wouldn't even be able to resist the temptation to tease or pull a childish prank on someone sometimes (unless they're those really boring kind of people who miss out this little thing called LIFE). You know, have a little fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for sure that certain events and experiences have taught me to grow up. At the age of 16, I want to be the kind of person who thinks rationally, analyses logically, be practical, responsible, disciplined, trustworthy and other characteristics of the same aspect. However, I do not aim to be boring. I still enjoy planning April Fool pranks, take part in &lt;s&gt;silly&lt;/s&gt; stupid bets (and losing), dance around my house like an idiot, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is that I've grown up. As in, I wasn't the irrational, stupid and overly-playful little girl who often gets herself into a telling-off by her mum and fights/argues with her sister almost everyday. Well, I obviously have not achieved everything that I wish to achieve at 16, but at this stage I will say that it's close enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I have new spectacles! Aha aha aha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3814130848444232400?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3814130848444232400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3814130848444232400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3814130848444232400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3814130848444232400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-piece-of-maturity.html' title='A Little Piece Of Maturity'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-9115544055606905009</id><published>2009-11-06T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:32:08.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>You Know That I'll Always Love You ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My arm muscles feel sore, after spending the whole of Thursday distributing school magazines to about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;115 teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the morning session. And it's wasn't the easy type of magazine-distributing, the sit-there-and-wait-for-people-to-come-and-collect-the-magazines type, oh no. It was the walking-around-the-whole-school-carrying-10-magazines-at-each-round-looking-for-teachers-to-give-them-their-magazines-and-making-sure-that-they-sign-this-piece-of-pink-paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask PeiShe how it feels, I bet her muscles are all seized up too. But well, it was good exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my sister's coming &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 days of being in the hospital and going through surgery, she's coming home. I cannot tell you how &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am of her strength to endure the pain she went through (and is still going through) after the surgery, and it amazes me how fast she's recovering. This shows that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;we women, are tough creatures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I cannot believe, is that after the straightening of her spine, my 13 year old sister is &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;as tall as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She's 3 years younger than I am and she's the same height as me! I wouldn't mind so much if she was born a year younger but NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have already started asking me if I'm her elder sister or younger sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more is that she'll keep sprouting, and if she doesn't stop growing so fast she'll be 6 FEET TALL. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;DO YOU WANT TO BE 6 FEET TALL CHELSEA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, on the other hand, can only dream of growing another 5 cm, for I have not sprouted at all since June this year. And you &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; want to know how I found out about that without measuring myself with the measuring tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later on, whenever you see a picture of my sister and I in it, you'll notice that I'll be wearing high heels. Oh yeah, that's right.&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/5901588064768737097-9115544055606905009?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9115544055606905009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=9115544055606905009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9115544055606905009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/9115544055606905009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-that-ill-always-love-you.html' title='You Know That I&apos;ll Always Love You ;)'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6161411375236177</id><published>2009-11-03T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:45:33.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Count Your Minutes</title><content type='html'>Today, I somehow feel the necessity to blog about &lt;i&gt;something, anything&lt;/i&gt;. But after the one thousandth time of trying to blog about &lt;i&gt;something, anything&lt;/i&gt;, I give up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I just want to say that :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I really really want to go rockclimbing, ever since whoever suggested it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want to finish watching the Star Wars marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I want to have a Lord Of The Rings marathon, if it is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I miss my sister already and I hope she recovers real quick and that if she really really wants a Starbucks I'll buy one for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I just remembered that I ought to put my Famous Amos junkies in the fridge before it melts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I like my new room a lot a lot a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I'm going to miss the Editorial Board seniors a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;, and thank you for, well, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MWAH.&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/5901588064768737097-6161411375236177?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6161411375236177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6161411375236177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6161411375236177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6161411375236177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/count-your-minutes_03.html' title='Count Your Minutes'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7976279974973651965</id><published>2009-11-01T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:40:39.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>When The World Comes Down</title><content type='html'>Okay, so as everyone knows, yesterday was the All-American Rejects concert. &lt;div&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;SPECTACULAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(because 'awesome' is getting quite old on this blog of mine). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived at the concert venue smelling of rose fragrance (thanks to mum's new body soap) and went home stinking of sweat. But I guess you could say it was all worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am waiting for Michelle to post the pictures taken at the concert on her blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of the Digi concert was of course the All-American Rejects themselves and the crowd singing along to their songs, but the worst part of the concert was the &lt;i&gt;stupid people&lt;/i&gt; who pushed and shoved everyone rudely and violently out of the way just to get to the front of the crowd to hear the concert. I almost fell down.  See, I had a very nice spot at the beginning of the concert, along with JesCee, Michelle, Matthew, ShaLin they all. And as we moved forward to get a better view of the stage we found ourselves standing behind this &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;gang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;who danced like nobody's business and were practically hitting everyone who was standing around them, namely- us. It got even worse when they started pulling other gang members in front to join them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello? A nice "excuse me" would've done it. And yes, I get it, you dance at a concert, but I'm pretty sure you dance only when you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;have space around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; if not you just jump up and down and wave your hands like other people did.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we squeezed all the way to back of the crowd and watched the concert from &lt;i&gt;far, far behind.&lt;/i&gt; But it was still really enjoyable: it was cooler there and there were no bloody people pushing us around. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. what is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with those people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SLAP THEM I TELL YOU. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than that, the concert was fun, and I regret dropping my balloon clasher thingees accidentally-on-purpose. So I was clapping with my hands instead and they got all red and painful after some time. Went home by LRT after that, and I felt all sticky and sweaty and smelly. But like, in a good way. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go, yesterday's event. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-7976279974973651965?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7976279974973651965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7976279974973651965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7976279974973651965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7976279974973651965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-world-comes-down.html' title='When The World Comes Down'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4892470714756165932</id><published>2009-10-30T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:00:44.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>I am googling and youtubing All-American Rejects songs at the very last minute because I don't want to be one of those at the concert who doesn't know the lyrics of the songs and can only sway along to the music. It's all the more fun to be singing along. &lt;div&gt;And so far I've discovered that most of their songs are quite nice, whee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as of today my room has been newly repainted and the furniture rearranged. I've gotten used to the new wall colours already (when I first saw it I was a bit disappointed because it wasn't exactly the colour I was expecting it to be) but the furniture arrangement is a bit odd. I think it's because my room is really empty at the moment; the windows naked with no curtains, my wardrobes still empty, the study table and shelves idle and an old mattress propped on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I am hoping to get those nice curtains from IKEA soon but I have to wait for 2 months for the quilt and pillow covers to be restocked. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind, patience is a virtue. &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/5901588064768737097-4892470714756165932?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4892470714756165932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4892470714756165932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4892470714756165932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4892470714756165932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4390310549443724656</id><published>2009-10-28T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:55:33.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sparky Sparky Boom Man!</title><content type='html'>Hello, I am back from my temporarily absence of blogging. &lt;div&gt;But see, I have a very good reason for my leave because I would rather delete my blog than neglect it and that's saying something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I haven't been online and blogging because I have been watching &lt;i&gt;Avatar: The Legend Of Aang&lt;/i&gt; everyday after school for the past week. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took hours to finish watching all 61 episodes of the animation series that Nick burned for me (which bytheway is now in the hands of PeiShe) and it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;SO GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oh and I have also been busy cleaning my room of ALL things to ready my room for the painters to come and re-paint it. All my clothes and accessories and bags are piled up messily together with boxes of documents and such in the upstairs living room. There is pretty much no space at all to walk and you have to trod carefully once you reach the top landing of the staircase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be &lt;i&gt;so glad&lt;/i&gt; once this whole renovation re-painting thing is over. I cannot, cannot &lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; stand the dust. My nose is super sensitive to dust or any sort of ticklish microorganism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go. A perfectly good reason why I haven't had the time to blog and why my Facebook wall is being spammed with posts and tags from the &lt;i&gt;Love Gang&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who came up with that name anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that I have blogged about why I couldn't blog and have forgotten what I originally wanted to blog about, I think I will re-install my chatbox and go watch some time-wasting videos on Youtube. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHOONG QIAN XI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who I doubt knows this blog even exists. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4390310549443724656?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4390310549443724656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4390310549443724656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4390310549443724656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4390310549443724656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sparky-sparky-boom-man.html' title='Sparky Sparky Boom Man!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3788120070123525015</id><published>2009-10-19T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:26:14.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Do or Do Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;So the plans about the Star Wars Marathon that was discussed briefly on Facebook was finally put to action, haha! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to Nick's house on Sunday and Monday to watch the Star Wars movies- our plan was to finish watching all 6 movies of Star Wars but unfortunately we only made 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will tell you now (and Nick if you're reading) that Nick is probably one of the best hosts I know. He didn't really seemed to mind that we talked a lot and loudly during the movie, trashed his living room, played with his XBox and bounced all over his couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;really sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for all the &lt;b&gt;inconveniences caused&lt;/b&gt; Nick. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for the past 2 days I learned/re-learned/found out that:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Zac Efron looks like Luke Skywalker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Pink lemonade tastes nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Luke Skywalker actually &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; feelings for Princess Leia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I kept giggling about how Darth Vader's breathing sounded like he had asthma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I suck at Guitar Heroes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nick's condo is very very nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;7. If you watch a movie with Carmen, Pei, Nick, Matthew and Aaron, they can turn supposedly devastating death and romantic scenes into scenes that you laugh out loud at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if that happened in a cinema we would have people shooting daggers at us and requesting that we be kicked out of the movie but under certain circumstances I call this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;good, fun and noisy companionship. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3788120070123525015?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3788120070123525015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3788120070123525015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3788120070123525015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3788120070123525015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-or-do-not.html' title='Do or Do Not'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1795546883930491214</id><published>2009-10-16T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:53:35.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Tonight's Gonna Be A Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a movie about food that most people have probably imagined/daydreamed about, and it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;great:&lt;/span&gt; CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Stg-nYww2LI/AAAAAAAABQI/FDvPXRsZp74/s1600-h/cloudywithachanceofmeatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Stg-nYww2LI/AAAAAAAABQI/FDvPXRsZp74/s400/cloudywithachanceofmeatballs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393129400158967986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is funny, touching, creative, imaginative and it doesn't get you thinking that this is the kind of cartoon that doesn't make sense (what with all the food falling out of the sky) because it is &lt;i&gt;that good&lt;/i&gt;. So, this is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;must watch.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is so good, that I wouldn't mind watching this movie again in 3D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This movie is adapted from the book of &lt;i&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/i&gt;, but instead of food falling from the sky as a result of the invention of a machine by this dude, it's a natural phenomenon. Which is really cool, because imagine raining noodles as a natural cause. And I don't care that this is a picture book for kids, I want to get this book and read it. I call it a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;classic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Stg-m29okLI/AAAAAAAABQA/ZBZdAJHdwfk/s1600-h/cloudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Stg-m29okLI/AAAAAAAABQA/ZBZdAJHdwfk/s400/cloudy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393129391086145714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I have to go practice my guitar and write down a list of stuff I should be doing instead of spending a whole lot of my time on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1795546883930491214?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Stg-nYww2LI/AAAAAAAABQI/FDvPXRsZp74/s72-c/cloudywithachanceofmeatballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5152240688239138095</id><published>2009-10-15T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:59:21.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Fuhgiggly Gland</title><content type='html'>I have my baby back, the final term is finally over (time flies!) and I'm going to watch a nice movie and do a bit of shopping tomorrow. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I say that life cannot get any better than this, well then I'm lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there always is something much better coming your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I shall not lie, and just end my short post by saying that life, at the moment, is good.&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/5901588064768737097-5152240688239138095?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5152240688239138095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5152240688239138095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Swing</title><content type='html'>I wasted 3 hours walking around in pumps with my dad in One Utama today when I should have barricaded myself in my bedroom studying my head off.&lt;div&gt;And I didn't mind, nor did I really bother because it was &lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;all worth it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because guess who&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;walked all the way up to the 4th floor of One Utama to Golden Screen Cinemas and redeemed 3 tickets for an awesome something happening on Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, that's right. ;D&lt;/div&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/5901588064768737097-1603275904640722454?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1603275904640722454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1603275904640722454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1603275904640722454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1603275904640722454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/swing-swing.html' title='Swing, Swing'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7193321869790704538</id><published>2009-10-12T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:11:02.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>And You, And You, And You.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div&gt;It's early in the morning and I have nothing interesting to blog about at the moment so I'm only here to announce that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;finished the whole manga series of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I did, it left me with only ONE satisfying word to say: WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was one complicated story plot, so don't read it unless you're fully ready to digest a whole lot of relations-between-the-worlds and magic stuff and don't watch the anime because it's not as good as the manga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that's all. I'm off to do my Add Math now, bye. :)&lt;/div&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/5901588064768737097-7193321869790704538?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7193321869790704538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7193321869790704538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7193321869790704538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7193321869790704538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-you-and-you-and-you.html' title='And You, And You, And You.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5354486489858942054</id><published>2009-10-11T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:48:39.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Codswallop, I Say</title><content type='html'>OMG the most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; thing just happened to me.&lt;div&gt;See, I was asking people to go to the China year end trip (mentioned a few posts before) with me and I decided to ask Chris, you know, my godbrother because I saw him online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I double clicked his user account and started chatting to him immediately and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I must've been chatting with him for a full 10 minutes until I realised (with the help of the Chris I was chatting to), that the person I was chatting to &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; my godbrother Chris, and it was someone &lt;i&gt;else &lt;/i&gt;with the username of Chris chatting back to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure now that the person I was chatting to is named Thomas, and I have no idea why his username was Chris. And let me tell you that was HIGHLY HUMILIATING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, I am hoping that WenMin gets to come along with the China trip with me, and how come EVERYONE seems to have year end holidays planned in Mid-October already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5354486489858942054?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5354486489858942054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5354486489858942054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5354486489858942054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5354486489858942054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/codswallop-i-say.html' title='Codswallop, I Say'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2792285858245613602</id><published>2009-10-10T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:00:25.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Neutral Colours</title><content type='html'>I have been receiving TheStar SMS News Alert starting 2 days ago and it's proved very useful to me, since I don't ever touch the newspaper. :)&lt;div&gt;I mean, without it I would've never known that President Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize for his hard work and duty to the US. Which bytheway, he greatly deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i just realized that there're only 3 days left to the re-starting of exams, which means that I have to get my butt working on my Add Math practicing, which also means that I have about 4 days to retrieve my phone after a long wait of 6 months, hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, after the exams I'll be plunged into a hurricane of GOTONG-ROYONG and I'll need a mask to prevent the unavoidable dust from tickling my nose and making me sneeze. I cannot believe I still have two rows of plushies sitting on my shelf (dust collectors, dear dear) and children poetry books on my bookshelf. Goodbye those and hello to my new rows of classics and Readers' Digest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaand I don't know what to blog about anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2792285858245613602?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2792285858245613602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2792285858245613602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2792285858245613602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2792285858245613602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/neutral-colours.html' title='Neutral Colours'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4804871451847391985</id><published>2009-10-06T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:19:26.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Faux-11</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that exams are at a temporarily halt, because I don't think I can study hard with all the drilling going on downstairs and the hammering and my constant thinking about my early-planned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;EXTREMELY REASONABLY PRICED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YEAR-END &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HOLIDAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year end is going to be such a good one and one full of knowledge, sociality and experience, I'll bet you anything. Though there may be nothing like staying at Home-Sweet-Home and enjoying a nice cup of tea (or a gazillion bottles of Coke), there is also nothing like going to China for a nice knowledgeable trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be able to improve my Chinese and when I come back I'll have loads of cultural China stuff to talk about with Mum. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this, I say is early-planned because I don't usually plan my holidays/get to know about my holiday trips until one month before them. And as for this year I planned by holidays in ONE NIGHT'S TIME (say, in an hour) and reached a decision whereby Mum has granted me her permission to travel alongside a few other students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, as Dad will always say, is a good exposure. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, I am prepared to spend ONE WHOLE LAZY DAY of doing absolutely NOTHING ADVANTAGEOUS to my studies like eating raspberry liquorice (expiry date 20th October), scraping movies to watch on my laptop and/or watch loads and loads of Youtube videos until I get sick of Youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's to everyone who studied well in exams and those who have earned this little one week rest well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I feel like my blogging's getting more and more formal, and I hope this is result of my maturity and also because I've been thinking too much about Britains and their lovely accents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4804871451847391985?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4804871451847391985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4804871451847391985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4804871451847391985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4804871451847391985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/absolute-tosh.html' title='Faux-11'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1757420507109852192</id><published>2009-10-05T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:32:41.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Attitude and Aptitude</title><content type='html'>I feel pimples popping up all over my face. &lt;div&gt;This and my constant slight headache is a sign of examination nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this, is not good for my health nor for anyone-who-has-been-behaving-like-I-have-in-order-to-study-for-the-exams' health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am desperately craving for the PMR holidays (aka the day after tomorrow, whoopee!) so that I can have nice good sleeps and wake up with a refreshing spirit to start my Study of the Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which equals to full preparation of the subjects ahead, no more headache and no more pimples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pimples are a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;serious sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of my lack of sleep and my exam strain, because I don't really ever get pimples (which is one very very good thing, (: )! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my headache today got me into a full concentration mode during exams- I was up studying late last night (not good for health, repeat: NOT GOOD FOR HEALTH) and fell into a nightmare, urrrghhh- but I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; doing last minute revisions ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a self-promise that I WILL fulfill, so you will not see anymore OMGIHAVEN'TSTUDIED frustration venting on my blog! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly feel like I'm blogging in a slightly sullen and formal tone, and I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1757420507109852192?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1757420507109852192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1757420507109852192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1757420507109852192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1757420507109852192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-and-aptitude.html' title='Attitude and Aptitude'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8790110060521325384</id><published>2009-10-03T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:23:58.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mathematical Disorder</title><content type='html'>My self-esteem has been re-boosted after the horrible incident yesterday.&lt;div&gt;I am going to keep reminding myself that I can do things as long as I put a strong mind into it and sleep early. Because staying up for 24 hours &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;does not help&lt;/span&gt; and it only makes my head spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am going to study hard now (remember the Inspiration!) and party hard in the evening. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am celebrating the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moon Cake Festival&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; later at night and am prepared to indulge a bunch of chips, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Australian liquorice (raspberry flavor, yum)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bottles of soft drinks and of course (who could forget, it's the Food of the Celebration)- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mooncakes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find enlarging and underlining and coloring font pretty and fun, thus the result of my blog post above. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8790110060521325384?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8790110060521325384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8790110060521325384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8790110060521325384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8790110060521325384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/mathematical-disorder.html' title='Mathematical Disorder'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1481446626096789583</id><published>2009-10-02T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:32:05.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Quantum Bungaloo</title><content type='html'>Today is THE WORST DAY ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;so bad&lt;/span&gt;, that I almost cried in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it got even worse when I was standing there waiting for Melody while she was discussing questions and answers at the top of her voice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone was so into discussion that no one even noticed my I-am-going-to-die-die-die-die-die face, not that I wanted them to notice it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ARRRUUGGHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only thing I'm glad about now is that it's the weekends, glad that I have two free days of revision so as not to screw up the rest of my papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And this is not the kind of study-freak post where the author claims that she's going to die when all she really got was perhaps a B+ instead of an aimed A but is the kind of post where when the author she's going to die, she REALLY IS.&lt;/span&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/5901588064768737097-1481446626096789583?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1481446626096789583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1481446626096789583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1481446626096789583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1481446626096789583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/quantum-bungaloo.html' title='Quantum Bungaloo'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4643615739552994147</id><published>2009-09-26T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:11:58.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Meet Me Halfway</title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for the WHOLE WEEK, and believe it or not, I am now online &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;for study purposes.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div&gt;That's right, I am printing additional exercises for Chem because I am determined not to flunk it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I don't care what people say about the Black-Eyed Peas, I like them for all that's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4643615739552994147?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4643615739552994147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4643615739552994147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4643615739552994147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4643615739552994147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-me-halfway.html' title='Meet Me Halfway'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-6658600624518406123</id><published>2009-09-22T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:38:11.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Breathe In The Fresh Jungle Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I am back from Taman Negara, Pahang and it was by far the best nature trip I've ever had. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do you know what's even better? That I didn't meet any leeches or mosquitoes while trekking in the jungle. Nor did I see any tigers or elephants or crocodiles, which I was actually excited to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loads of photos on both cameras that I brought for the trip that may or may not be uploaded onto Facebook depending on my laziness to filter good/bad pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is what I learnt/been through/enjoyed during my trip: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove to Jerantut, Pahang where we were brought to a jetty and taken on three &lt;i&gt;sampans&lt;/i&gt; to the wildlife. Reached our resort in the evening and did nothing at all for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhZVue5lI/AAAAAAAABPg/xcC94nKypE0/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhZVue5lI/AAAAAAAABPg/xcC94nKypE0/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301179966514770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the &lt;i&gt;sampan&lt;/i&gt; we took. It's more of a, motor&lt;i&gt;sampan&lt;/i&gt; I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhYub3zlI/AAAAAAAABPY/1cqs7aDJy34/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhYub3zlI/AAAAAAAABPY/1cqs7aDJy34/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301169419472466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tried my hardest to study Moral on the 2 and a half hour journey on the &lt;i&gt;sampan&lt;/i&gt; but FAILED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got up early in the morning and went for jungle trekking. Altogether we trekked about 7km long in 4 hours. I was surprisingly not so tired. Oh yes, also went for the Taman Negara canopy walk which is proclaimed by the guides as the longest canopy walk in the world. Or Malaysia, I don't remember which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch, we went for a river rapid ride with the motor&lt;i&gt;sampans&lt;/i&gt; and visited an aboriginal village. Like a REAL MALAYSIAN ABORIGINAL VILLAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhYGrSnOI/AAAAAAAABPQ/eM23BcEX_mY/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhYGrSnOI/AAAAAAAABPQ/eM23BcEX_mY/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301158746725602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The jungle scenery looked breathtaking in the morning sunlight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgy6GXPKI/AAAAAAAABPI/RI4X6DjIeGo/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgy6GXPKI/AAAAAAAABPI/RI4X6DjIeGo/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300519715454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a self-proclaimed Jane of the Jungle because I swung on 2 vines and let out a shrill cry both times while I was vine-swinging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgyCfAZfI/AAAAAAAABPA/KYsa7JfKE1w/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgyCfAZfI/AAAAAAAABPA/KYsa7JfKE1w/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300504786429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The canopy walk- is the best part of the jungle trekking. It wobbles and shakes and you just lose yourself in there while enjoying the view I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgxvh1xxI/AAAAAAAABO4/zyvEq5nW5x0/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgxvh1xxI/AAAAAAAABO4/zyvEq5nW5x0/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300499698042642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The river rapid ride. I got splashed from head to toe. EVERY PART of me was soaking WET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgw15u-RI/AAAAAAAABOw/_qKP2ipbOnw/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjgw15u-RI/AAAAAAAABOw/_qKP2ipbOnw/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300484229003538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This man is the head of the aboriginal village I think. He makes his own blowpipes (the ones spiked with Ipoh poison that we read about in textbooks) and wears a shiny Rolex watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgwUMJ0MI/AAAAAAAABOo/svyFnjQUr00/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgwUMJ0MI/AAAAAAAABOo/svyFnjQUr00/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300475179454658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kid is 11 and he knows how to make fire by frictional force of wood and &lt;i&gt;rotan&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgBhmaKUI/AAAAAAAABOY/lYTX9iplIU8/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgBhmaKUI/AAAAAAAABOY/lYTX9iplIU8/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299671325387074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went back to our resort by means of standing behind a truck. It was &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;so cool&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for a boat tour. The scenery was GORGEOUS. It's like those kind of jungle scenery you see in Cuti-Cuti Malaysia advertisements and postcards. SO SO NICE I TELL YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Landed at a fishing showhouse where they were supposed to show you how to catch these HUGE river fish but the showhouse was closed down already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch, took a bus back to Jerantut and then drove back home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgBKAzdLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/fT7QNhOYajU/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgBKAzdLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/fT7QNhOYajU/s400/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299664993645746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad found out that some foreigners were filming this Swedish reality TV show. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgAhL0AbI/AAAAAAAABOI/iNw_6eIxdp4/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjgAhL0AbI/AAAAAAAABOI/iNw_6eIxdp4/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299654033965490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole Taman Negara is filled with this kind of scenery. Everywhere you turn there's this vine hanging down and this big 200 years old tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjf_84RHRI/AAAAAAAABOA/97-iImtbFlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/Srjf_84RHRI/AAAAAAAABOA/97-iImtbFlQ/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299644288310546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is why Taman Negara is so well protected and can be counted as our beloved Country Heritage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And with this I am going to sign off because I need to sleep. Good night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-6658600624518406123?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6658600624518406123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=6658600624518406123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6658600624518406123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/6658600624518406123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe-in-fresh-jungle-air.html' title='Breathe In The Fresh Jungle Air'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SrjhZVue5lI/AAAAAAAABPg/xcC94nKypE0/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-2570312652678484925</id><published>2009-09-19T17:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:06:10.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outgoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Eye Of The Tiger</title><content type='html'>I just finished my packing for my Taman Negara, Pahang trip. Whoopee!&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am going to the middle of the jungle for 3 days and bringing my books to study with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;highly, highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; doubt there'll be any time for studying in between all the jungle trekking, boat-riding, sightseeing and resting out of exhaustion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Holidays, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Upcoming Final Term. I'll be smiling and frowning at the same time, if such thing is even possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when I come back I have lunch to go to the next day, and tuition to go to the day after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, and then- studying studying and more studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am going off to dinner at my godbrothers' house, and we'll either be playing Monopoly/Cluedo/PokerCards there or cramming for our FinalTerm/SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: The Black-Eyed Peas, The All-American Rejects AND Beyonce are holding concerts respectively on the 25th September (Hari Raya, cramming for exam), 10th October (PMR Holidays, two exam papers left to cram for) and 31 October (HALLOWEEN AND A CONCERT. HOW COOL IS THAT?) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-2570312652678484925?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2570312652678484925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=2570312652678484925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2570312652678484925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/2570312652678484925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye Of The Tiger'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7200580870896696231</id><published>2009-09-18T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:05:37.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Stamp Of Approval</title><content type='html'>I typed out a really really long post about copycats of blogs, but then I deleted it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Aaron said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron... Is so bored says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; just give her the benifit of the doubt lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINE. But just you know, if this happens again, you'll have to scratch out your 2nd Explanation, you hear me?&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/5901588064768737097-7200580870896696231?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7200580870896696231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7200580870896696231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7200580870896696231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7200580870896696231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/stamp-of-approval.html' title='The Stamp Of Approval'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5860878440141063808</id><published>2009-09-17T13:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:15:18.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Pineapple Juice</title><content type='html'>I have no idea which one was the worst. &lt;div&gt;Midterm Chem paper, or today's Chem paper. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall not blog about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a choice of either crossing my fingers or studying &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HARD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;for the next 2 Chem papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obviously need to devote time to study Chem on a daily basis, but as I said, no self-promises. By the end of the day/month/year I'll be labelled a self-promise breaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for blogging about studying my butt off today's Chem test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just thankful that the Malaysia announced a last-minute-holiday, giving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; one extra day to study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; the time to go buy pants before I set off for Pahang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least one good night of sleep before I wake up to a full late-night study mode again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am off to relax, read a book, watch some TV before going to tuition and coming back to -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGITSRAININGMYRABBIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Okay I'm back and I just saved my rabbit from being drenched in acid rain (you're probably thinking: whatintheworld-?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I shall end this post with a BIG BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT to CARMEN CHUA, who just turned sixteen today, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY SIXTEEN, CARMEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5860878440141063808?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5860878440141063808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5860878440141063808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5860878440141063808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5860878440141063808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-no-idea-which-one-was-worst.html' title='Pineapple Juice'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8388715003747102861</id><published>2009-09-16T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:29:36.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Off The Tip of My Tongue</title><content type='html'>I think I could just kill Limewire right now if it were a breathing object.&lt;div&gt;I tell you it just bugs the hell outta me when I see the "network error" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means no music downloading until I-dunno-when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the finals have officially started and I, as usual, am screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I can never achieve a perfect average score but then again this is what I get for ditching intense listening to my teachers (unlike the rest of my &lt;b&gt;verysmart&lt;/b&gt; classmates) when in class and the laziness to study for the exams until the very last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promising myself never gets me anywhere so I have stopped self-promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as of a few weeks ago I have found the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;best ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to study because I do not want to be left out as the &lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;dumb one&lt;/i&gt;. And I will study my butt off and cram every single information in my head even if it kills me. Which is what I did for BM Lit. and am doing now for Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM Lit. was OK today, I feel proud for studying all 25 pieces of literature when all that came out was 2. I am pretty sure I got my answers right even though my fingers felt like they were torn apart by the end of the 2 1/2 hour non-stop-writing paper. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for English I wrote a proper ending for my essay this time! This is the big difference of bringing a watch to school and knowing how many insanely minutes are left to the end of the paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm off to study for Chem, whoopee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8388715003747102861?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8388715003747102861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8388715003747102861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8388715003747102861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8388715003747102861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-tip-of-my-tongue.html' title='Off The Tip of My Tongue'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1964855494616267191</id><published>2009-09-06T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:28:30.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Oh, For The Love Of Pete!</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD. PEOPLE.&lt;div&gt;I tell you- it is NOT FUNNY to send an S.O.S. message to someone else's phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially an S.O.S message that says "Help! I'm in an emergency. Please call me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This message will freak people out, like it did to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I'll tell you what happened with this whole S.O.S. message incident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened less than 15 minutes ago. I was chatting with my sister and I was reciting my English oral presentation to her, when suddenly her phone starting (I don't even know what's the right word for this) BEEPING. And it's not the usual you-have-received-a-text-message buzz from cellphones; this BEEP was like those kind of emergency alarm system they have in top secret facilities you hear in movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, THAT BEEP. The one that usually comes with a red siren warning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I've found the right word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister's phone started SIREN CALLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my first thought was that my sister had like a new message tone or something. But apparently it was THAT S.O.S. MESSAGE from my GODBROTHER. So I panicked. I thought he'd been kidnapped or something. Another part of me thought he was joking, but I didn't think that he would play such a stupid joke. I mean, c'mon la, such jokes are just plain IDIOTIC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could cause a HEART ATTACK. THE MESSAGE RECIPIENT COULD'VE DIED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ANYWAY, I called him immediately. And apparently he was in tuition and he said something about his S.O.S. message system blah blah blah and all I knew was I was shouting at him and he was apologizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know how many CAPS I used. You count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm not mad. I'm just.....&lt;i&gt;agitated. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So so stupid, I tell you.&lt;/b&gt;&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/5901588064768737097-1964855494616267191?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1964855494616267191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1964855494616267191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1964855494616267191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1964855494616267191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-for-love-of-pete.html' title='Oh, For The Love Of Pete!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-5477623738796235398</id><published>2009-09-03T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:12:07.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Well, It's The Truth!</title><content type='html'>It just struck me.&lt;div&gt;Do you what's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; thing in Malaysia? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the ability of the people to come up with a song for just about every occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, they have a song (or in most cases- &lt;i&gt;songs) &lt;/i&gt;about Malaysia's flag, and about the Independence Day of Malaysia, and the Rukun Negara, and about Denggi, and about how to clean the compound of your house to avoid Denggi and even one about some Toilet campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, I am not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tution teacher has just about every song that Malaysia has created for past occasions, present occasions and occasions-to-come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kindda cool isn't it? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go search on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I am not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5901588064768737097-5477623738796235398?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5477623738796235398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5477623738796235398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5477623738796235398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5477623738796235398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-its-truth.html' title='Well, It&apos;s The Truth!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3147227439460421747</id><published>2009-09-01T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:45:08.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Let's Paint The Town, We'll Shut It Down</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;div&gt;So I found out that the Black-Eyed Peas are coming to Malaysia on the 25th of September, their event is for non-Muslim, 18 years old and above fans because it's an alcoholic event organized by Guinness and that it's held at a theme park near KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that means I need a plan to sneak into the concert without being detected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And disguising myself as a hooker definitely will not work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I was 2 years older!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you their concert will be HUGE, and that it'll be AWESOME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, it's held in a theme park right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just spend one whole day in the theme park, and I'll ride the ferris wheel over and over and over and over and over again (they can't chase me out because I'm paying to ride the ride!) and I'll view the concert from the ferris wheel- hopefully they'll stop the ferris wheel (when I'm exactly at the top) when the concert starts, realize that they have someone stuck on top of the ferris wheel when the concert ends and let me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This way I get to enjoy the whole concert without drinking any alcohol, paying only the ferris wheel ride tickets and I won't be breaking any rules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either that or I'll dress up as an 18 year old, but my height'll give me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll fake my IC or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not desperate to get into the concert la, it's just that it's the BLACK-EYED PEAS and they're my favourite band at the very moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3147227439460421747?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3147227439460421747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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If there's anything to fight about, I shall fight!, and that includes trying to beat KwanSeng at something. *nods determinely*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'M BAAAAACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a one day trip to Melaka, which was decided by my parents just an hour before leaving the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things To Note During My Trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On The Way To Melaka, I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ate Cuttlefish CrackerBalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. wondered if there was going to be any fireworks today even though fireworks were banned (banned, right?) from this year's Merdeka Celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. planned my next blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. texted a lot (shame on me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. felt really, really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Melaka, I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. had curry chicken pie for lunch. Omggggg it was so gooooooddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. had a chance to wear my shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. went for a stroll at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. played with 1 month old puppies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. texted some more (shame, shame, shame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. gazed longingly at a white Vincci purse that my mom wouldn't buy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On My Way Back From Melaka, I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. stuffed myself with plum strips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. wished Dad would turn the air-conditioner to a lower temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. listened to my iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. texted some MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. got a told off from Mom about the radiation of cellphones and to stop texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back Home From Melaka, I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. realized something very unbelievable from Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. was listening to the sound of illegal fireworks but everyone seems to be such a goody-two-shoes this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. couldn't find as many people on Facebook as I did yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that I end my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HAPPY MERDEKA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-5528003308085267016?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5528003308085267016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=5528003308085267016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5528003308085267016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/5528003308085267016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-quitter.html' title='I Am Not A Quitter!'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1450371914357267604</id><published>2009-08-28T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:06:40.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Facebook Addict</title><content type='html'>I promised myself that I would study hard this holiday.&lt;div&gt;But it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;the holidays&lt;/span&gt; and before I knew it I found myself sitting in front of the laptop and watching TV shows and BOOM! half the day was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I went to the condo to get some distraction-free-study-hours time and I ended digging up every single DVD I could find to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I am such a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1450371914357267604?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1450371914357267604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1450371914357267604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1450371914357267604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1450371914357267604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook-addict.html' title='Facebook Addict'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-3476735662629034993</id><published>2009-08-27T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:26:54.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weirdness scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Have No Idea What To Name This Post</title><content type='html'>I am definitely what most people would call a planner. &lt;div&gt;I plan things, though not obsessively. But, well, who on earth &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; a planner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just the kind of person who likes to plan an outline in her life. I like to gouge a pathway (even if it's just a sketch of the pathway) as to where I'm heading towards in the future. It gives me a sense of comfort and relief knowing that I'm not lost in the middle of nowhere, and that I at least have a road to walk on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just like the whole which-university-should-i-go-to thing. Most people would go "Agh, you're just a Form 4. You've still got plenty of time to decide."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is quite true, I guess. But if you think about it. Being a Form 4 is just less than two years away from graduating, and to me that's like having less than two minutes to decide between buying a red dress of a blue one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that was a very lame example, and you probably don't get what I mean, because you're not Rachel The Life Planner. Not the Daily Planner, because I cannot stand planning every single detail of my life- that's not fun. But the Life Planner, as in I like to have an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of my Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for the record, today is my Daddy's birthday, so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple is the colour of royalty. Look it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-3476735662629034993?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3476735662629034993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3476735662629034993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3476735662629034993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3476735662629034993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-idea-what-to-name-this-post.html' title='I Have No Idea What To Name This Post'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-8596300186530145237</id><published>2009-08-23T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:48:22.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Bread and Olives</title><content type='html'>I've had 5 people so far today who told me I appeared in theSTAR newspaper. &lt;div&gt;I am honoured but at the same time not so honoured because that picture of me was a candid picture. UGHHH candid pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I want to congratulate both my erm, godbrothers who passed their driving test and now have their driving licences. So awesome! I have less about 8 more months until I can drive. Girls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; drive at 17, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until then my godbrothers can drive me around, as promised:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Chris: Btw, andrew n i passed our driving tests. he got his licence but mine is still on the way because of some complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Yay! So you guys can like, drive me around?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris: Ya, bt I would prefer to drive a manual car. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: My mom has a manual car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there we've achieved an agreement, as you can quite see. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that would mean they have to drive all the way from Kepong to my house to fetch me, which I am pretty sure that they wouldn't mind, seeing as they love driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 more months, people! 8 more months. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8596300186530145237?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8596300186530145237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8596300186530145237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8596300186530145237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/8596300186530145237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/bread-and-olives.html' title='Bread and Olives'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-4043663228957941114</id><published>2009-08-19T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:35:55.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Where The Wild Things Are</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm really not sure if Prince Simba is a male or a female.&lt;div&gt;Because at his/her age it's still quite hard to determine the gender. But it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LOOKS&lt;/span&gt; like a male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if it's not a male then I'll just call it Nala. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie too actually. She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LOOKS&lt;/span&gt; like a female, and if I assumed wrongly then we'll just pretend Sophie is some ancient French name for males. Awesome, right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, Prince Simba's going to the animal shelter tomorrow. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's really very sad, because I've gotten attached to him (I get attached to anything that I name), and I really really hope he gets a good patient owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope I don't get any more stray/stranded kittens. No, not because I don't love them or anything (on the contrary I love kittens to &lt;i&gt;bits&lt;/i&gt;) but it's because having stray/stranded kittens in my house under temporary custody means that there are cruel evil owners out there who doesn't even have the decency to make sure that their kittens get a good home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit them. I'm sorry but really- &lt;i&gt;shit them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, and my water bubble that swelled up as a result to my burnt finger just popped itself in school at the last period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YUCKS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-4043663228957941114?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4043663228957941114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=4043663228957941114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4043663228957941114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/4043663228957941114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/climb-to-tallest-room-of-highest-tower.html' title='Where The Wild Things Are'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-1367412462162874836</id><published>2009-08-18T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:45:20.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>PRINCE SIMBA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;div&gt;Just the other day Mom and I found this kitten under Mom's car. There was a long story about how we thought Mom nearly squashed it, but she didn't and the kitten's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we adopted the kitten- temporarily. Until Thursday where Mom'll have the time to send Prince Simba (that's the kitten's name) to the Animal Shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the second kitten we've rescued so far this year. And they are ADORABLE. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince Simba is nothing like Sophie- our first rescued kitten- because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1: He meows. A LOT. About 15 to 30 times per minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: He's a male kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3: I think he's afraid of heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4: He can run away and hide under tables and cupboards and boxes when you turn around for 5 seconds and turn back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures as below: :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoTyLXPfI/AAAAAAAABNQ/dL9tzhE92BE/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoTyLXPfI/AAAAAAAABNQ/dL9tzhE92BE/s400/DSC01904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290563433151986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoTUmjj0I/AAAAAAAABNI/PicDTcPjuyI/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoTUmjj0I/AAAAAAAABNI/PicDTcPjuyI/s400/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290555494141762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoS6pSpZI/AAAAAAAABNA/ebt9G25GfgY/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoS6pSpZI/AAAAAAAABNA/ebt9G25GfgY/s400/DSC01901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290548526294418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoSXox3EI/AAAAAAAABM4/URs3c9MQwiQ/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoSXox3EI/AAAAAAAABM4/URs3c9MQwiQ/s400/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290539128904770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoSDmrkpI/AAAAAAAABMw/c5EwaBO6gr4/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoSDmrkpI/AAAAAAAABMw/c5EwaBO6gr4/s400/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290533751394962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as my sister says, he brings out my maternal instincts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, bytheway, I think is SO TRUE LOH. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Oh and if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; reading this, I want you to know that it's okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-1367412462162874836?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1367412462162874836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=1367412462162874836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1367412462162874836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/1367412462162874836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/prince-simba.html' title='PRINCE SIMBA.'/><author><name>Rachel Ho JW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15997508234525128219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbqRbo359k/TdttQDFX7jI/AAAAAAAABb0/GJDChF7mho0/s220/110520-222536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3szYA0cJH8/SoqoTyLXPfI/AAAAAAAABNQ/dL9tzhE92BE/s72-c/DSC01904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901588064768737097.post-7294906487938264897</id><published>2009-08-17T14:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:28:22.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Letters From A Nut</title><content type='html'>I burnt my finger today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My left hand ring finger to be exact. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's like a red scar, like a scorch mark or something on my finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! What if that marks stays there &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;forever&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I get engaged some day and when my fiance proposes to me on one knee and wants to put the engagement ring on my finger, he'll look at it and say "&lt;span style="color: #ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey, the ring can't fit because &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your finger is still swollen as it was XX years ago when you burnt you hand in high school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAH! Not that that'll be a big problem because rings can be exchanged but the whole proposal will be RUINEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR what if the burnt mark brings me all the way down to my wedding day, and when my husband is about to put my wedding ring on my finger, he glances at my finger and says "&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;weetheart, I just realized how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;and ugly and swollen and fat your finger is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I just examined my finger and realized that my burnt mark isn't red, it's more of a pinkish colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then my husband will instead say, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;Sweetheart, I just realized how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;and ugly and swollen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;and fat your finger is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEEEP! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than that, &lt;i&gt;and another thing&lt;/i&gt;, I had a really fun time in school today reading my &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Letters From A Nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Scholastic book that I received just this morning when I found this parcel on my desk, which I heard arrived on Saturday and nobody even BOTHERED to bring it home for me for safekeeping and instead left it on my desk to rot (not that it did) for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah. &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/5901588064768737097-7294906487938264897?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7294906487938264897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=7294906487938264897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/7294906487938264897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>I shall not complain about it, because complaining doesn't make me a better person or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall just let it go, and enjoy the rest of my Sunday &lt;s&gt;doing my bloody Civic project. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;gt;FJADHSKJFHKJSBDF NQE)(U@(*$&amp;amp;am!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901588064768737097-8622151312152807337?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8622151312152807337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=8622151312152807337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Nothing Extreme, As You Said!</title><content type='html'>There's so such thing as pouring water on the ground and making the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay maybe such theory &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;exists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but pouring a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;smaaall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; blob of water on the grounds of the school field does &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cause the sky to tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all just a coincidence I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;ALL JUST A COINCIDENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5901588064768737097-3903329534710419576?l=widderschynnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widderschynnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903329534710419576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5901588064768737097&amp;postID=3903329534710419576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901588064768737097/posts/default/3903329534710419576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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