<?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-2375163826076082574</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:53:48.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomnessesity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-2133324944895928733</id><published>2012-02-10T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:53:48.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me: In 10 years time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*6.00am* Argh, freaking alarm clock. I'm getting sick of this routine already. Okay, time to get up for work... I drag myself out of my bed, towards my bathroom and start brushing my teeth. The silent atmosphere in this little apartment no longer bothers me since I've already gotten used to it. My boyfriend refuse to move in with me for some reason...... I think he just thinks the apartment is too small. He's too used to staying in a luxury home already anyway and he's saying I'm the stubborn one who doesn't want to move in with him. I am completely comfortable with my apartment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Took a shower, dress myself and off to work I go, driving in my 6 years old blue car. 6.45am, just the right timing to push off to avoid the daily massive jams. Reached my office at 7.10am and head to the cafeteria for my breakfast. While devouring on my toast, my mind drifts away for a moment. Recalling what used to be the present which is now the past.&amp;nbsp;Reminiscent of the good ol' days where life isn't so stressful.&amp;nbsp;The days where bosses are non-existent&amp;nbsp;to pull your strings, in fact, we were our own boss. Can't help but smile at those small pieces of&amp;nbsp;re-traceable&amp;nbsp;moments. But those are just nothing but a mere memory. Before I know it, I've been eating the bread crumbs left on the plate. Sigh, back to reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story ends here before I write a whole novel.. which I am certainly incapable of.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much sums up what I think how my life will be in 10 years time more or less. I have no idea what I will be working as yet though, hence, not mentioned. Do tell me if you decide to write one for yourself! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-2133324944895928733?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/2133324944895928733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-in-10-years-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2133324944895928733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2133324944895928733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-in-10-years-time.html' title='Me: In 10 years time.'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-80879614933849319</id><published>2012-02-05T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:02:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>Hello my loyal subjects, I'm back from hiding myself away from the blogging society cause I'm a lazy bitch.... :D So this is only my 13th post since last July(?). Actually, I have nothing to blog about. Most of my posts are about exams and Mr. Oliver. Even the most traumatizing lecturer of my life gets to be the star of my blog. Damn...it's pretty screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, of recent events, one of it is Kah Sim's surprise farewell party before she leaves to Australia in like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;whatisthisstupidantonmyhand&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;We all met up at redbox and waited for the princess to come. I, had a very bad sore throat week unfortunately could do nothing more than just sitting there. I literally had no voice like two days before this event. Oh my god, having sore throat for about a week already, life is hard. Good food everywhere I just can't......okayface.jpg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was a success cause she was so damn shocked till she kept annoying us with &lt;i&gt;omg, I can't believe this&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;you people are awesome&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I'm still shocked&lt;/i&gt;, etc. the whole day. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 5 years of friendship since 2007. But then it's like we always fight also. Most of the time I can't stand her then I ignore her lololol. I'm so sorry... I really don't know how can she endure my attitude for so long. I would've hated myself too if I've actually met myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for university yesterday (sadly giving up waiting for Hogwarts' letter of offer)! Communications in Sunway. I'm still&amp;nbsp;so nervous about the people I'm gonna endure degree with for 3 years&amp;nbsp;and so afraid of all the practical work I will have to do. Presentations presentations presentations. Honestly, that is actually the only thing I'm so freaking afraid of in my whole academic life. Even exams don't scare me that much. I don't know why. It's like I can get heart attack and die on the spot! I am THAT scared of presentations. Like how I'm scared of.....I can't even think of anything scarier than presentations. Especially if it's a solo one. I can kill myself already. I mean I can never finish a sentence without messing up a word adfkljadklfjakl. Sad life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have up till around 22nd March before I start hell.....I mean degree. I can't even get the RM200 book voucher what the hell! In the meanwhile, I'll spend quality time at home. Yes, I'm so attached to my home I really don't know why?! Hopefully my future lecturers would be nice people like Ms. Ruba and Ms. Christine and Ms. Jane and Mr. Varun. Just &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; Mr. Oliver. I can't handle anymore stress loooool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-80879614933849319?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/80879614933849319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/02/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/80879614933849319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/80879614933849319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/02/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-7947245137969691034</id><published>2012-01-12T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:01:30.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay emo posts be gone lol. Can't bare another moment reading my previous posts. Anyway, I'm here to declare that I finally have a GOAL in life. Woohoo! I have soooo many plans for the future. Well, only three. But those are the &lt;b&gt;BIG THREES&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open an online shop, a store when I have enough capital.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sell properties as a part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. Marry a rich man.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just currently my plan, in which I highly doubt I have enough time to manage those three without actually dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I have SOMETHING to motivate me to work hard for. All these while I've been studying for the sake of studying. However, I believe I'm not the only one. You look guilty over there. Hah! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to college for counselling cause I didn't know what to do with my life and just about make the biggest mistake ever - studying business. That was my original plan. Why, God. Why? Well first off, would be a waste of my time and energy learning stuffs like psychology, sciency subjects that I hate, screw my brains over accounts, or engin-- don't even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, when you're a fresh graduate, you wouldn't turn anything down when opportunity knocks on the door. The easiest jobs you can find is business related. Moreover, you'll still have to go through a training period, which I don't really see much of a point of stressing out in degree. Just because it's required. Fucking education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not including jobs that need a certain skill. But honestly, I still don't see the point of this: Prove 2hbsjdnbs + 78hsknxjs x 53shxbjsjxbj = 42jsbdksha. (&lt;i&gt;unfortunately a poorly done example&lt;/i&gt;) Obviously certain profession may need it. Teachers and lecturers aside. We all know they teach many common knowledge, too common for the brain to handle - &lt;i&gt;*coughcivicscough*&lt;/i&gt;. But the real question is, exactly how many people are going to navigate spacecraft, or program computers, or solve physics&amp;nbsp;problems on a regular basis? They should just let them brainiacs to study above basic level algebra in THEIR course. We can save millions of brains getting fried in high school. &lt;i&gt;The brains are very delicate organs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read/been told about Marine Biologist graduates ended up working in sales and marketing. So my point is, people like me would probably end up like those Marine freaks. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the counsellors. My mom actually stumbled upon Mass Comm and so she asked the counsellor to explain a little. So seeing that I actually have a broader option of job prospects than business studies, plus it's more interesting, I'm actually considering it. On top of that I'll be receiving a 50% off tuition waiver. Awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me to take a career test. Okay. So results is I'm a conventional and an enterprise person. Says counsellor number two at the place I took the test, both conventional and enterprise are like total opposites. I feel bipolar....... Anyway had a good talk with him, he did Mass Comm too so he gave us some insights of the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself thinking, since I'm such a wallflower I might as well take this course to build up my pathetic courage. I mean I can't be such an introvert forever right? Probably need to suffer series of presentations until I get used to it. But if that's what's gonna make me better, no choice right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm still weighing my options. But Mass Comm seem to weigh the most. If I really do take that up, I'll be going into a course that I know no one. Also, a burden to maintain an average 70%. Well well, what a surprise. It's gonna be torture since I'm just an average student. &lt;i&gt;*Low self-esteem at it's best*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-7947245137969691034?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/7947245137969691034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/01/university.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/7947245137969691034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/7947245137969691034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2012/01/university.html' title='University'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-4053512990735701398</id><published>2011-12-31T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:37:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unspoken Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am here to unravel all my deep feelings I've kept engraved and hidden in my heart for so long as I'm really botheredand yes I do have issues. Just you and me, blog. One on one heart to heart 'conversation'. I hope nobody reads this, really. You'd think I shouldn't have posted this if I didn't want anybody reading this and that I'm just a pathetic idiot trying to get attention (I don't even promote my blog wtf). Maybe. But no one could agree more that when people write in public, it is not solemnly for attention. We just feel slightly more satisfied and better when there's a hint of hope that someone would read it and actually know what we are going through, even if there is actually nobody reading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hard to reveal, this year has actually by far the worst year of my life. College life sucked. Birthday sucked - big credit to my dad for being such an asshole at dinner. I actually cried at my birthday dinner, by the way. Oh and I don't mean happy tears. I didn't get to taste my food (dude, that was some serious good food), public humiliation by crying at the restaurant which the owner now recognises me (I don't know how I'm gonna show my face there again. I really like their food), I didn't get a birthday wish from my dad (not that I cared at that time) and my eldest brother (I guess he forgotten MY existence somehow..wait, he probably wished on Facebook, by which I strongly emphasised that Facebook wishes are really insincere), did not enjoy the surprise party my friends threw for me which I appreciated a lot, I really do. I just wasn't in the mood to celebrate and I truthfully do not like surprises. What a fantastic 18th birthday huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can point out numerous reasons why college sucked. One, I stupidly enrolled into a course I'd never intended to take. I didn't get my 3 months pre-planned break too. I was socially awkward with new people around me for practically the whole year. Very few people I'm comfortable with in college I could even count them with one hand. I was so stubborn to not accept them in my life. Unknowingly I relied onto my usual friends and not make many new friends. Soon they themselves departed from me, not that I blamed them. They made new friends and without realizing, I became invisible to them - true story. I was fine till I found myself walking to Pyramid all by myself quite frequently. I just felt so...alone. However there's a lot of advantages though - I've never felt so independent in my life. Hahaha! Actually makes me feel more grown up, in a way. But what I've been through my pre-u life, nobody can understand. It was more than just pain. It was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I spent the whole year studying for the sake of studying. I didn't have a goal, no ambition, no plans. So undecided. I have probably changed my ambition a few thousand times already. Thanks to my VERY supportive mother (and also my super low amount of confidence). She said she supports whatever I chose to study, actual fact, she doesn't. Of course, I can't be the best of the best. Every course is woven to guide the students to the level of profession from their interests. Yet, she indirectly forced me to not take up designing. So now I am planning to take business. I hope I don't make a big mistake like I did for Ausmat. Worst decision ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone seem to enjoy this year, except me. But after all the long year of hardships, I learnt a lot and matured from all the fucked up phases of my rough 2011. Well, no point of regret now. My only New Year's resolution: &lt;b&gt;Make 2012 an unforgettable year.&lt;/b&gt; Happy 2012. Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-4053512990735701398?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/4053512990735701398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/12/unspoken-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/4053512990735701398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/4053512990735701398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/12/unspoken-silence.html' title='The Unspoken Silence'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-3207367653390480659</id><published>2011-12-18T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T02:09:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>Feels funny and weird at the same time. So much hatred and anger yet feeling so repentant, guilty and remorse. Mixed emotions. Gotta admit it's my fault, not entirely though. Sorry, if I have caused unpleasant moments and whatever you thought that I did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By the way, if you feel that I've been nice just to benefit from you, I wouldn't have cried to the letter you wrote for my for my birthday. Wouldn't have cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I'll just leave, you're better off without me.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;With sincere heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-3207367653390480659?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/3207367653390480659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/12/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/3207367653390480659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/3207367653390480659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/12/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-9044189790716529198</id><published>2011-11-09T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:48:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello. I'm bored so I'm gonna blog and beam about my 'great' performance in my WACE examination so far. Mind me if what I'm talking doesn't make sense cause I'm blogging through my phone and I don't have full control over everything. I mean, I do but it's different from using the computer. Ok. Never mind. It's gonna be boring and long-winded btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first paper was biology. I was pretty prepared for the paper since I did some really good practice for biology - which is actually reading the past year paper's answer guide. I was so nervous before the paper I almost cried when we were allowed to enter the exam hall. Mind me for being so dramatic. Anyhow, managed to not cause a scene cause that would be embarrassing. Then I calmed myself, probably a little too much, I couldn't even panic when I saw the questions, which by the way was difficult. Every page I turned, I dreaded. It seemed endless, not to mention 4 freaking dread-worthy essays waiting to be written. You don't know how it feels!! D':&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next paper was EALD. I hate this subject to the power of 62829196514172903. There's nothing much to revise for this subject. It's either you can do the paper or you totally can't. Listening part was the biggest shit of them all. That's the part where you listen to 2 texts twice and filling in the answers. The Australians have super thick accents all I heard was adsjdiekkdhd *words* ksondjskskdkbsj *words* !@&amp;amp;?*?/#-%. Reaction of the day: WHAT THE SHIZ?! The Australians have no mercy! There goes my listening section. Synthesis wasn't any better. I've always hated writing synthesis. The answer for the question for synthesis writing wasn't even in the 3 texts. There goes my synthesis writing too. Then the essay part. I pretty much suck in writing essays already, so I ruled out all the essays and chose to write an article about CARS...... I'm starting to think that I'm the biggest moron ever. I don't even know the names of 95% of the cars on the road and yet I chose to write a featured article about cars. I am indescribably, incredibly, undeniably stupid. There goes my EALD paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third paper - economics. I have always been weak in this subject. Well it used to be my 5th subject. One mark less than psycho. Now it's one mark ahead of psycho. I have been studying real hard for this subject cause I'm very convinced that my psycho is definitely a goner. Economics' paper was really hard. The thought on my mind while flipping through paper: Wow, so many spaces to fill in!!! So exciting!!!! ^_^" Not. One whole page to fill a 5 marks question and we're required to draw a graph. 3 of those type of questions, 3 of them got me asking WHAT. GRAPH. YOU. WANT. YOU M.F. The essay part is the best. We got ambushed north south east west. They expect us to remember which year the Terms of Trade is favourable, cash/interest rates has increased/decreased. Wtf. Fortunate enough I managed finish my econs paper except for one subjective question. There's no way I could crap for that question. So, it's probably safe to assume that those endless day and nights I've spent with econs all narrows down to a shocking one sided love ending. Fuck you econs. &amp;gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My second last paper which I just did yesterday, is Maths. It's my first easy paper!! This year's maths paper is actually easier than the past year ones. I studied all the hard questions and they gave me the easy ones. All the unnecessary hardships. Lol. There was way too much time for the calculator-free paper I managed to check my answers twice and for once really have a look at the WACE exam atmosphere. It was indeed hard to watch. Such a stressed atmosphere yet I was relaxed and counting down the time to the calculator assumed paper. I must be out of my righteous mind. Paper 2 was okay too. I had just enough time but I left out one or two impossible-to-answer-with-this-brain sub-questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psycho paper would be next Thursday. I'm very doubtful that I'll study before the eleventh hour but I can hope. Technically, it's my fifth subject. But it is just one mark lesser than my fourth subject. I might be able to make it score higher than econs if I really study hard core for one week. Unfortunately, my brain is taking an advanced vacation so goodbye psycho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-9044189790716529198?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/9044189790716529198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/11/wace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/9044189790716529198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/9044189790716529198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/11/wace.html' title='WACE'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-2639185895693657072</id><published>2011-11-05T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:18:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just trying out some blogger app on my phone hehe. IGNORE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be updating my blog one day though. One day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-2639185895693657072?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/2639185895693657072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2639185895693657072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2639185895693657072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-2922020775918708841</id><published>2011-10-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:27:52.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocks + EALD Oral</title><content type='html'>Having mocks is like mocking my academic status. I know where I stand and it's not where it is&amp;nbsp;desirable. HAH! So I just finished my mocks a few days ago and obviously it didn't go well. It was the hell! After my devastating results from &lt;b&gt;EE2&lt;/b&gt;, I decided to start studying&amp;nbsp;diligently&amp;nbsp;for mocks. And I did....well at least I tried to. I started revisions beforehand. Unfortunately, my brain has this secret back door where all the things I've read leaves my memory through that bloody door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of mock exams was a bad day. I had my two weakest subjects combined. Economics and Psychology. I basically spent most of my time reading Economics and very little time on Psychology (opting this &amp;nbsp;as my 5th subject). &lt;b&gt;Economics&lt;/b&gt; didn't really turnout well. I even had to wreck my head to answer the MCQ questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt; on the other hand was fairly well. When I mean &lt;i&gt;fairly well&lt;/i&gt;, it all depends on my definition of fairly well. I surprisingly could answer the whole paper, except for one page which I left totally blank, there's just no way to vomit out any random answer. Thanks to the past year mock paper I did as a practice, many questions were from that set of paper. Hallelujah! As for the essays part I dreaded so much I wrote every pieces of psychology knowledge I could think of but most of the parts I blabber general stuffs which makes the whole psychology essay into an English essay. How I wish EALD essays were that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was better - at least I thought it was. Maths and EALD. I was more terrified for my EALD examinations than my maths to be honest because I can't seem to write shit for EALD essays anymore. However the whole thing turned out the opposite.&lt;b&gt; Maths&lt;/b&gt; was a gruesome disaster, with a bit of cruelty added in. The questions were&lt;i&gt; wtf&lt;/i&gt; questions. Maybe it's just for me. But I couldn't answer a lot of the questions. There goes my highest scoring subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EALD&lt;/b&gt; turned out alright, I hope. But the listening sections was&amp;nbsp;awful. The Australians need to fix their accent, seriously. I had trouble understanding what they were talking about. The first round of hearing, my paper was practically blank. Luckily I was able to catch more of it with repeat. Actually my hearing skills sucks. The tail of every sentence seems to disappear into thin air just as I finish writing half of the sentence. My memory span isn't that good, just so you know. As for the synthesis, I think I spent too much time I stop&amp;nbsp;abruptly without writing a conclusion just less than one hour before the exam ends&amp;nbsp;because I was worried shit for my essay part. When I read the 5 essay questions I had a huge trouble to choose which to answer. I took up a lot of time plotting out some points for each to consider which one I had most points to write. Fortunately there's this &lt;b&gt;article&lt;/b&gt; essay - '&lt;i&gt;Fame, is it worth it?&lt;/i&gt;' or something like that. I immediately chose that without thinking cause I know I had loads of things to write for that with my vast knowledge on the hardships of a celebrity life. Okay I sound like I'm living a celebrity life. But that's totally not what I meant. Anyway I wrote the essay in about 35 - 45 minutes. I was pretty darn satisfied with my work. Usually I couldn't even think of things to write. But the worst thing is when I realized I've forgotten write the essay question. &lt;b&gt;WORLD CLASS BULLSHIT!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; There goes my glorious essay. Mr Devil Oliver ain't gonna be happy bout it. I sound like the most unlucky person in the world, right? RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the third day of my exam, I woke up at 7am to revise my Biology again on that precious day; exam was at 2pm. I managed to briefly read through everything that morning. It's not a last minute work, I have already revised them earlier. But when I looked at the questions, it's like what I've studied doesn't matter anymore. The questions were as hard as hell I couldn't even......... As far as I know, I can assure that one of my essays will get an egg shaped number. That was how bad it was. Even Psychology essay wasn't that hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's all over. I shall&amp;nbsp;bury&amp;nbsp;them in deep cement and forget bout them and enjoy my one week break...until I get my results, something I don't look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of breaks, the Ausmat Council isn't so generous as you may think. This one week break is for those who are taking EALD oral exams, which is happening starting from today (Sunday) until Wednesday. We were given an additional two days break only after that which makes a week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm so lucky (&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) to have an oral exam on the very first day. On a freaking Sunday! I was so freaked and nervous I couldn't even&amp;nbsp;swallow&amp;nbsp;my breakfast and it's not even funny!!! Lucky enough, my oral session went pretty well. I had the nicest Aussie interviewer ever! He's so nice I think I'm in love with him, lol kidding. But I was still as nervous as hell. Good thing I was able to sustain the talk until I didn't even know the time was up. Everyone from my session had already left the room. Haha!! Sadly I kept repeating&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;err..&lt;/i&gt;. and &lt;i&gt;like.... &lt;/i&gt;I think he's gonna penalize me for that. But I'm satisfied enough since he keep saying &lt;i&gt;okay, good &lt;/i&gt;while I was speaking. See he's so nice!!! And when I told him Ausmat is tough, he laughed. LOL. Oh and there was one part where he indirectly asked about my first language. For EALD, English is supposed to be our second or third language. But I speak English 24/7 I had to redirect the question making it sound like I don't speak English as my first language. That was scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This oral session was definitely much better than my previous one where I was ambushed with the question&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How does language impact?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Totally mindfucked, I had to stone for a good 2 minutes and still couldn't even think of anything good to say then I went back to stoning mode for another two minutes and Ms Diana was probably bored to death. I even had to ask her to repeat the question. Good God. Hence, I failed miserably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-2922020775918708841?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/2922020775918708841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/10/mocks-eald-oral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2922020775918708841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2922020775918708841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/10/mocks-eald-oral.html' title='Mocks + EALD Oral'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-2051579329771565408</id><published>2011-09-07T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:30:36.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>Hello hello, I'm blogging through my phone now cause there's nothing else i could do here cause the library just had to black out when I am all nerdy and concentrating fully (almost) on psychology.But I'm sure I'm not as pissed as those who are using the computer. Imagine playing dotA and getting eff-ed by the black out. I mean the look on their faces would probably be priceless; just like the look on my brother when I accidentally switched off his laptop's switch while he was playing dotA. The look on his face was murderous. Oh well, dotA sucks anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wifi is magically still on, well it did went off for a moment until the librarian decided to switch it back on and I guess she totally forgotten bout the lights. But yea man who needs to study when mock exam is just three bloody weeks later?? ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, blogging with the phone sucks like shit I can't even...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-2051579329771565408?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/2051579329771565408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/09/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2051579329771565408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/2051579329771565408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/09/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-65587172859918848</id><published>2011-08-29T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:36:11.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>Hello hello, greetings from Kedah! It's my fourth day here already and it has been raining everyday, for the first time. Usually it's really hot in Kedah and waiting for rain is like waiting for money to fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 325892736 light years since I've updated my blog. &lt;i&gt;Kononnya&lt;/i&gt;, I vowed to blog more often..&lt;strike&gt;*coughbullshitcough*&lt;/strike&gt; and it didn't happen. Because I didn't have time to blog or nothing to share. Oh well, here's an update. Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Evaluation Exam ended just a few days ago. I'm not sure how well I did but let's check my &lt;i&gt;screwed&lt;/i&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Economics - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EALD - *hesitates* check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Psychology - double check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bio - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Err... Let's just say I didn't do well. Hoho. Why why why?!! Cause I haven't been studying. Seems like there's no significance in exams anymore. The older I get, the less significant it gets. One will just come and go and come back a few weeks later. Some stupid cycle of college life. I know I should take it more seriously but I just can't help it!! I can explain : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Number 1 : If I have studied weeks ahead, I can assure that I won't be able to recall anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Number 2 : Last minute studying is best cause that's when my brain can expand its maximum capacity when pressured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Number 3 : Too many homework to finish so that I can save myself from the evil slayings of Ausmat lecturers; especially Mr. Youknowwho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Number 4 : My usual lazy nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bravo. I managed to list them down. Woohoo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I have been studying last minute. Like just the day before the exam. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dumping that aside, I am currently enjoying my holidays to my utmost. I took the risk not to bring back any reading materials. I just have to take a break from those. But then it came haunting in my dreams. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visiting Penang tomorrow! *excited*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exactly one more week to the boring old routine in college. Patience, Rachel. In just less than three months Ausmat will end. Ah, such a pleasant news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-65587172859918848?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/65587172859918848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/08/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/65587172859918848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/65587172859918848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/08/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-814246863223705110</id><published>2011-07-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:10:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung Galaxy SII</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new phone last Tuesday after waiting for it for so long that I actually already gave up waiting. Well, the wait is definitely worth it! I got the latest Samsung model. I almost bought the predecessor of this Samsung Galaxy SII which is the Samsung Galaxy S; they ran out of stock. I thought I was unlucky enough to not be able to buy Galaxy S with a discounted price but I am lucky enough to get SII instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be really desperate to get a new phone. When my second phone finally spoiled I thought I might be able to get a new one however, my uncle coincidentally has an old phone which is still in a good condition, so he gave it to me, blowing my chance to get a new phone. At one time I even pretended that I left my phone charger in my hometown so that I could get a new phone when I actually did bring it home. (Yea I know I was pretty ungrateful at that time.) Didn't get a new phone though. Amazingly, my battery &lt;i&gt;lasted&lt;/i&gt; till my next trip to hometown. And out of no where, my grandma said she found "my" charger . &lt;b&gt;Where the heck did that come from?!&lt;/b&gt; Went well with my story line anyway. I'm still keeping that charger until today. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is actually my first brand new phone of my choice. After surveying phones for a few months, I'm definite that chose the right one. Pricey though. But I contributed RM700, and treating it as my PMR, SPM and birthday gift altogether. Yes, saved my PMR's good results for this.Wee, I'm exalted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk more about my new baby shall we.&lt;br /&gt;When I bought the phone I had no choice but to buy the screen protector which costs RM30 on the spot to prevent it from getting scratches. If I had a choice I will not buy the bloody screen protector there. I mean, who the heck pays 30 bucks for a bloody piece of plastic. Oh. I did. And then the shop person asked if I want to buy phone casing too. That's another 30 bucks for the cheapest phone case. After spending so much on my phone I decided not to get the phone case from that shop. I will find a cheaper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a problem with the phone. I couldn't log into my Google account (required to access to Android Market and download applications) after trying a few thousand times. I went online and searched how to solve the problem and it seemed that many people has the same problem and there was no way to fix it except factory resetting the phone. Since I have nothing precious in my phone I did it anyway. I still couldn't log in. So I became sort of depressed since the phone is really really expensive, got my mom nagging a little about the price, and I wouldn't get to download any applications. What's the use of the phone then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up depressed the next day and right away I called the shop people. I told him the problem and he was like &lt;i&gt;bring it to the shop tomorrow, I will help you fix it, don't worry&lt;/i&gt;. He sounded as if he was really consoling me. I was pretty sure I didn't sound worried. He probably thought I was crying from the sound of my morning voice. LOL. Fed up, I created a new Google account through my phone. I did that the night before but they keep saying the username was unavailable and I did not like the suggested ones. This time I didn't care. I just wanted to get my phone working so I chose one of the suggested names and WALLAH it finally works. REJOICE! That whole thing sure scared me to hell. I thought I was going to use a useless Android phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now introducing Samsung Galaxy SII!&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/-Qr_pDFG9_8E/TirG2A9C3SI/AAAAAAAABTk/x77BKbTawLc/s1600/P1011999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr_pDFG9_8E/TirG2A9C3SI/AAAAAAAABTk/x77BKbTawLc/s320/P1011999.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The front view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf47swWElLU/TirG-NTa4DI/AAAAAAAABTs/3x71edF-sck/s1600/P1012002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf47swWElLU/TirG-NTa4DI/AAAAAAAABTs/3x71edF-sck/s320/P1012002.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The back view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tH7mLQQ15E/TirG4qGl7sI/AAAAAAAABTo/_UPujXmlMIw/s1600/P1012001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tH7mLQQ15E/TirG4qGl7sI/AAAAAAAABTo/_UPujXmlMIw/s320/P1012001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sideways view. Ultra thin. Gets hot easily though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And not to mention it's super light. Lighter compared to the overrated iPhone although it's way bigger than the iPhone. Let's compare the size of the two.&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/-vx_Yjm_mLDY/TirIUGMGu4I/AAAAAAAABT0/qOFIcaheMlk/s1600/P1012005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vx_Yjm_mLDY/TirIUGMGu4I/AAAAAAAABT0/qOFIcaheMlk/s320/P1012005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The one on the left is the iPhone IF you don't know. SII is really huge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got used to the size already though, but am having a hard time looking for a place to put when I go out since I don't carry handbags and obviously it would not fit into my pocket. Despite the cons of having a huge figure, games are better off with bigger screens. Donchathink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ozKAdCpgw/TirV254tp_I/AAAAAAAABUU/ZhL_MXN2ZBQ/s1600/P1012004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ozKAdCpgw/TirV254tp_I/AAAAAAAABUU/ZhL_MXN2ZBQ/s320/P1012004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My worn out previous phone and new phone. Major transformation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mom's going to use my previous phone. You would not want to imagine what phone she's using right now considering she would prefer to use my old phone. All I can say is her phone is beyond ancient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SII possesses an awesome 8mp camera. Beats iPhone. Well, generally, SII is way better than iPhone in terms of functions and price. But then again, iPhone is extremely overrated. Never liked iPhone. I'd cry if I got an iPhone for free before I buy my SII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some shots from my SII :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLUeUYKwAjM/TirPIxP9JDI/AAAAAAAABT4/yRNGlWTS2Fc/s1600/2011-07-22+18.42.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLUeUYKwAjM/TirPIxP9JDI/AAAAAAAABT4/yRNGlWTS2Fc/s320/2011-07-22+18.42.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh I see Soo Yee. It was after our super tiring hiking journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwEiLRolAvg/TirPWC2dCRI/AAAAAAAABT8/9i5qpqNdlcI/s1600/2011-07-22+18.42.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwEiLRolAvg/TirPWC2dCRI/AAAAAAAABT8/9i5qpqNdlcI/s320/2011-07-22+18.42.12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bkq6TmvNe0/TirPj3qp0EI/AAAAAAAABUA/b1DJ-ti_Kbw/s1600/2011-07-22+18.42.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bkq6TmvNe0/TirPj3qp0EI/AAAAAAAABUA/b1DJ-ti_Kbw/s320/2011-07-22+18.42.16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lamdXuhSDrw/TirP1Ubl8LI/AAAAAAAABUE/6rDJxZetkwo/s1600/2011-07-22+18.42.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lamdXuhSDrw/TirP1Ubl8LI/AAAAAAAABUE/6rDJxZetkwo/s320/2011-07-22+18.42.21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HD eh?&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded this cool app which can do awesome picture editing.&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/-Xd1rS2DxuNg/TirQK1fGjnI/AAAAAAAABUQ/iH0We8aaL9Q/s1600/C360_2011-07-23+12-22-33_org.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd1rS2DxuNg/TirQK1fGjnI/AAAAAAAABUQ/iH0We8aaL9Q/s320/C360_2011-07-23+12-22-33_org.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Original.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/-Sb1v0xaoOts/TirQIoO-DKI/AAAAAAAABUM/ROWHCAjX458/s1600/C360_2011-07-23+12-22-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb1v0xaoOts/TirQIoO-DKI/AAAAAAAABUM/ROWHCAjX458/s320/C360_2011-07-23+12-22-33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Edited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cool right cool right?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love my phone so much that I get all paranoid about losing it. Whoever dares to steal my phone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I'LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;HAUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;LIMBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lol. Kidding. I'm not THAT evil. OR AM I.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-814246863223705110?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/814246863223705110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/samsung-galaxy-sii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/814246863223705110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/814246863223705110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/samsung-galaxy-sii.html' title='Samsung Galaxy SII'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr_pDFG9_8E/TirG2A9C3SI/AAAAAAAABTk/x77BKbTawLc/s72-c/P1011999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-8701393537709097487</id><published>2011-07-15T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:42:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;.... with a shit full of homework and assignments, thank you very much. My holidays are now very &lt;i&gt;"well-planned"&lt;/i&gt;. Well of course we Ausmatians do not have lives, we basically just glue our asses in front of the computer screen to do our assignments, study, complete overloaded homework. What a wonderful life we have. Special thanks here and there &lt;i&gt;yada yada&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All lecturers say that it's only a few more months, just put in 101% effort. The hell. So after the exam, you relax for a while, your next course starts and the cycle repeats. Sad life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a dream.&lt;b&gt; That one day, all colleges should be demolished. &lt;/b&gt;(evil laugh) Okay, that should be more like a fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;If I die young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Buried in assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Laid down on a bed of papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sinking in homework at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Send me away with the blame on the work load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something random... and lame hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;RIGHT.&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/2375163826076082574-8701393537709097487?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/8701393537709097487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/start-of-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/8701393537709097487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/8701393537709097487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/start-of-holidays.html' title='The start of Holidays...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-6288554905897511144</id><published>2011-07-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:49:42.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>This week is such a cruel week, also the first week without the presence of our Biology teacher - Mr. Varun. The new teacher is okay, I may have given her a bad impression today for not doing my homework. Her life seems pretty interesting though, she tells stories bout her life a lot that by the time Ausmat ends we'd know her whole biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to officially declare that I detest/ loath/ hate EALD. I thought this subject was supposed to be really English, with the&amp;nbsp;usual boring literature, grammar, vocabulary lessons. On the contrary, it's like the history of Australia, law and English combined. The eff, if I want to learn about human rights I'd take law and politics. Plus, learning about the&amp;nbsp;indigenous&amp;nbsp;people in Australia is seriously boring me to my grave. If only I knew Ausmat would be like this, it would be my last choice ever. EVER! Have to admit that I miss studying the very boring, long-winded, and utterly the most idiotic short story - The Pearl. Who would knew humans would make English more agonizing that that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And EALD class just wouldn't get any better. I have this tendency of not doing my homework nowadays - I would forget about my college duties as soon as I reach home. Had a horror session yesterday during class. Obviously I did not finish up my homework, I didn't even know it was a homework wtf, and so did my group mates. Mr. Oliver discussed the questions and each group had to response. (Drum rolls) We were close to doom's day. My group mates covered for the first few questions but Oli wanted to hear each person's response too. So I had to squeeze my mind thinking of&amp;nbsp;spontaneous smart&amp;nbsp;answers to save my life. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I showed that I did not do my homework but I managed to crap out some shit which didn't really make sense because I have forgotten all the basic knowledge on World War 2. Sigh. Keeping my head above the water every time is a very tiring thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm such a complainer. I know I complain about almost everything knowing that there are people who has it worse. Mind me for being a very egocentric person at times. By the way, sticky keys are still as annoying as hell (smashes keyboard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to high school last Saturday for Canteen Day. Met most of my ex-classmates and En. Maulud! He looked so&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;and surprised to see us, guess he wasn't expecting us to come visit or something. The school changed a little here and there but the pillars are &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; as ugly as hell. But to come to think of it, I solemnly admit that I actually miss my schooling days which I really thought that would be the last thing I'd miss. I hate it when I don't appreciate the time I'm having now and regretting later. People always say; &lt;i&gt;enjoy your schooling days bla bla bla&lt;/i&gt;, and I will be like&lt;i&gt; I don't care, I still cant wait to get out of here asap!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Egocentricity, meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My studies are getting from bad to worse. I'm falling back in all of my subjects, even Maths. Purely due to laziness and... well, just laziness I bet. Okay, the increment of difficulty too. I was completely clueless of what Ms. Rekka was revising in Biology this morning. Never felt so hopeless before. The next exam is coming soon and there's like 3 assignments for me to finish up in the first two weeks of August. I shall try to at least do half of it before my two weeks break and some studying. I really need my two weeks break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-6288554905897511144?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/6288554905897511144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/6288554905897511144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/6288554905897511144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375163826076082574.post-7148001785261937617</id><published>2011-07-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:34:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog, new world</title><content type='html'>I have decided to rip off my old blog and put it into the R.I.P. state because I messed it up by changing back the templates to the classics, like this one, since I can't find any nice blog skins to put anymore (they cease to exist!!) and my older blog posts are all revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to hide my&amp;nbsp;embarrassment from revealing my old blog posts, which I find it&amp;nbsp;humorously&amp;nbsp;humiliating and very much immature, I changed the URL. Sigh, there goes my followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was too unwilling to delete my precious posts and I had no idea how to un-publish them. It had to be kept somehow. I might want to go back there someday (&lt;b&gt;SOMEDAY&lt;/b&gt;) and read what my &lt;strike&gt;innocent&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;16 year old self wrote and relive the memories. I read my first few blog posts a while ago, I find it very creative &lt;strike&gt;(I curse more often then)&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write better last time, just that it was childish. Probably because I wrote really frequently, like everyday. I should write more from now on, I &lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt; to improve my much degraded English. It is not easy to please the examiners with basic English, really. I suck in terms of vocabulary, spelling comes next. I have no idea when the hell my spelling start to rot. I can't even spell 'definately' right. That's right, defin&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;tely. Oh my God. Relying on the annoying red wavy lines below the words spelt wrongly is very useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2375163826076082574-7148001785261937617?l=rccx2393xp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/feeds/7148001785261937617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-blog-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/7148001785261937617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2375163826076082574/posts/default/7148001785261937617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rccx2393xp.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-blog-new-world.html' title='New blog, new world'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352665137010627753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
