<?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-5466908404996268024</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:39:34.768+08:00</updated><category term='Experiences'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Jottings'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Family'/><category term='reminiscence'/><category term='Ipoh'/><category term='Woes'/><category term='Serious thoughts'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Dear Diary'/><category term='Other stuff'/><category term='Perth'/><category term='FML'/><title type='text'>Viva La Veena</title><subtitle type='html'>"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6377575921129836950</id><published>2010-08-31T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:44:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Merdeka Wish</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say about my country, yet so little at the same time. Some things that I deem too embarrass to share to my friends here. How should I respond when my friends from overseas ask me about the political situation in Malaysia. To say that I don't know and don't care will only show how ignorant I am towards this country. As if there is no more hope left.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People also get confused when I say I come from Malaysia, yet I am Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am Chinese Malaysian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after I have to explain to them the whole racial diversity in Malaysia, and how the Chinese and Indians came about to this Malay land so so many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is rather unfortunate to think that I am not proud of my own home land. Although, I am 'veli' proud to be from this funny little town IPOH with pretty pretty green mountains every where you turn, IF ONLY IPOH COULD BE A COUNTRY ON IT'S OWN, I TELL YOU AH. The little place where big dreams come true. True story ok, famous people all hail from Ipoh one. Michelle Yeoh, Yasmin Ahmad, Dato' Lat, Nouveena Chai... eleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but wonder what a beautiful country would be if we all had love for one another. No more ticking what is your race and religion boxes in forms. I think it is rather ridiculous to make us to that. HALO AH. TENGOK NAMA ALSO KNOW LAH. Unless, your name is Aliyah Deeparaja Chan. Then really, I got nothing to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my jolt of excitement when my plane touched down at the KL air port last year. It had been a year since I last came home and do you know what I was greeted by!? SOME OLD MALAY PERVERTED MAN STARING AT MY CHEST. DO I DESERVE SUCH TREATMENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that ladies and gentleman, was how I was greeted by when I stepped out of the air port T___T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is, that to change the country, we first gotta change ourselves. No more being biased towards our own fellow malaysians just because of their skin colour. Treating people under your control like dirt ( you don't believe me you see how the custom people treat you lah. Thats why I use the machines now. with machines, no discrimination) and BOYS, JANGAN SO HAMSUP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess this sums up my 'merdeka post'. My merdeka wish: Racial Harmony. People of my generation, we can do better than that. Let the past fade, the future is us, so please don't be biased, think before you act, and say what you need to say and rise up to be the leaders of this colourful country. And most importantly continue to pray for this nation. Please preserve this country, because this country has just far too many holidays. woohoooo! every worker's country okayyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selamat hari merdeka. hur hur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6377575921129836950?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6377575921129836950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6377575921129836950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6377575921129836950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6377575921129836950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-merdeka-wish.html' title='My Merdeka Wish'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-3565286911428706857</id><published>2010-07-17T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:17:22.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with this huge obligation to blog -NOT. aheh aheh. However I don't want to go back to this blog one day in the mere future and ask myself what on earth did I do during my first uni break so yes if I must say this is a blog post of all the things I did and didn't do since the 30th of may. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE was the month of shopping! I have never shopped so much in my entire life. Seriously lorh. Last time I could be well satisfied with some cheap vincci clutch... now? NOW? Gah. Oh wells. I already bought my stuff and used them already so there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I bought is secret! hush hush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I have been watching Gilmore girls! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy to go gym since singapore marathon registration close liao. No motivation to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents came over for a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are in my camera. The new lappy doesn't have a SD card reader and my cable is spoilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yes I passed all my units in uni. Officially proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing fat. No kidding bahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say already -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't really been 'thinking deep' lately. and why should I. Holidays what. Holidays is like license for me to be a bimbo 24/7. heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes did I mention I have a &lt;a href="http://nouvina.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;main reason I am not around here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I gotta make phone calls to church people asking if they can drive visitors around town for the next 2 weeks. Phone bill pls don't explode. Temper pls don't explode either (not that is does usually but arranging transport for 300 people at the last minute, I can't guarantee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can keep my head cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty. Goodbye people. See you soon. I will be on tumblr. But remember this is not the end of me. ;) xo&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/5466908404996268024-3565286911428706857?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3565286911428706857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3565286911428706857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3565286911428706857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3565286911428706857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-i-woke-up-with-this-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-1846725176910404940</id><published>2010-05-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:49:53.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time is in His Hands</title><content type='html'>One day feels too short. I always don't get a lot done. And I think to myself, what is it that actually takes up my time now?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I actually spend my average 24 hours, 1440 minutes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 hours of sleep. (an approximate lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hours of class/lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hours to prepare meals and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hour to do my girl stuff i.e blow dry hair etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 hours staring into my computer screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hour spent travelling to and from uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hour to day dream and stare in daze or procrastinate. usually ends up looking into computer screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes spent talking to housemates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minutes figuring out what to wear for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 minutes to plan what to do the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 minutes to pray. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount of time I spend with God each day is really sad actually. Time is really what He has given to us and not a right that we're suppose to have. Many times I just forget that whatever blessings he has given to me, he can take back as well. Same with time I suppose. If God is really our priority, why can't we give Him a bit of our time as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a small sacrifice to give for something so great. I really need to stop being selfish and devote more of my time and efforts for God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at this rate I am going with wasting time on facebook and on funny funny websites, NO DOUBT I'll be failing my exams. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you spend your time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;praying for you all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&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/5466908404996268024-1846725176910404940?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1846725176910404940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1846725176910404940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1846725176910404940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1846725176910404940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-is-in-his-hands.html' title='Time is in His Hands'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-5408145100624181864</id><published>2010-05-26T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:47:58.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Healthy as a Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Health. What does it mean to be physically healthy? Every time the word health comes to my mind, some picture of some MAN RUNNING comes to my mind. Seriously. Do not judge me now. I'm sure you are thinking the same. Maybe just a picture of Megan Fox sweating out in the gym. hurh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It never occurred to me that health would be so important. Few years back, health to me was something that I'd go "Meh!" at. Often we always see people that suffer from sicknesses like diabetes, high blood pressure, obesity, and poof! They just fall into our category as being unhealthy. As if, the 'way' to being healthy is to have a good diet and exercise then TADA. You're labelled 'healthy' all over you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money can't buy you health, yet good diet and exercise does not guarantee you good health either. So you're physically healthy, that doesn't mean that you are mentally healthy and more importantly, emotionally healthy as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with my constant upset tummy, not so good skin, stubborn hair- (wait does this count at all....split ends! they do count don't they? heh) I can't help to feel 'unhealthy' at times. It is so much easier to buy greasy fast food here than what: grow your own organic vegetable patch, and this makes it so hard to TRY being healthy! Ok. Maybe I could quit the fast food and cook 'home made heathy meals'. But what else does it take? Super expensive to stay healthy lah. Gym membership ( just because running around in my area is super dangerous), supplements etc etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;WHY AM I EVEN BLOGGING BOUT HEALTH OMG MUST BE THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$160&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; I SPENT AT THE PHARMACY THIS MONTH ALONE SPEAKING BAH BAH BAH BAH RAH I COULD HAVE GOT MYSELF &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;PRETTY BOOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; FOR WINTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just hoping what they say; 'prevention is better than cure' is true. and cheaper as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-5408145100624181864?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/5408145100624181864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=5408145100624181864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5408145100624181864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5408145100624181864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/05/healthy-as-horse.html' title='Healthy as a Horse'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4398777354401280466</id><published>2010-05-24T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:49:31.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Allermisery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning- wait. It was in the afternoon, but I woke up at 12pm so it felt like it was the morning... ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, I got a phone call from the uni clinic, saying that my blood test results are back and turns out I am positive for something and have to go in to see a doctor regarding it. EEPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. To tell you why I did a blood test in the first place, I have to take you back to a week before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, last week I went to see the doctors to get a script for some cream for my skin. Doctor suggested I do a blood test to check what actually is it that I am allergic to, so I agreed, signed some fancy form with my fancy signature, and let some fat nurse poke me in the arm with a fat needle. Let me say I am not a big fan of needles. They hurt. But it didn't hurt as much as I have had experienced before. Although, it did leave me with a bruise after. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that needle was worth something and test came back positive. Meaning that they have found what I am allergic to (oh yays!). Now I can't help but to wonder what on earth am I actually allergic to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Airborne or food allergy? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, I am not allergic to things like:&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="font-size:large;"&gt;Gluten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crabs and meatballs! If I am allergic to gluten, that would mean I cannot eat anymore carbs lah! No more pizza, no more burgers, no more BREAD. NO BREAD. O___O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then everytime I order pizza, I have to request for gluten free base, buy my own gluten bread flour, make my own bread, buy all those organic and expensive gluten replacers. NONONO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I still think this is rather unlikely. Have been eating so much pizza and crap ( if you wanna call it that way) for so many years. I'm fine what. Hur. Thinking of pizza is making me hungry now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qrbjIkk9I/AAAAAAAAABo/et7iwvz9nTg/s1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qrbjIkk9I/AAAAAAAAABo/et7iwvz9nTg/s320/pizza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876786798269394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mmm. Nom nom nom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dust Mites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little evil looking creatures. So minute you can't even see them. Like, if you wanna look at a dust mite, you gotta look under a microscope with dunno how much power vocal lens! ( yes this is how much I got out of biology class last year. heh.) So, google images have done the honour of showing me what a dust mite looks like close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qqs9Lk67I/AAAAAAAAABY/K03C-NbOBCQ/s1600/dust-mite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qqs9Lk67I/AAAAAAAAABY/K03C-NbOBCQ/s320/dust-mite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875986336345010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY TIAN. HOW UGLY CAN THEY GET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If, and only if I am allergic to them. I'd say. IT WAS MEANT TO BE. Such ugly creatures. EW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pollen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's also the possibility that I might be allergic to pollen. For all I know, pollen is that powdery yellowish thingys from flowers. But oh ho. you gotta know this. According to my dictionary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span priority="2" dhw="1" class="hw"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span priority="2" dhw="1" class="hw"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;pol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;len&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp"&gt;&lt;span pr="US" type="US" class="pr"  style=" ;font-family:HiraMinPro-W3;"&gt; |ˈpälən|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="prelim"&gt;&lt;span ps="1" class="ps" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="def" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;a fine &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;powdery&lt;/span&gt; substance, typically yellow, consisting of microscopic grains &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;discharged&lt;/span&gt; from the male part of a flower or from a male cone. Each grain contains a male gamete that can fertilize the female &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;ovule&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; pollen is &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;transported&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; the wind, insects, or other &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="def" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that mean that.... pollen is like...... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THE SPERM OF FLOWERS?!?!?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was true, that I am allergic to pollen, it will mean that I am allergic to FLOWERS as well. Sigh, I am very sad now. That means. No flowers for birthdays, anniversaries, dates, graduation, no trips to parks but worse of all, when spring comes, I have to go out of the house, looking like-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qqtOydBLI/AAAAAAAAABg/q4euNfW-iwk/s1600/gas+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qqtOydBLI/AAAAAAAAABg/q4euNfW-iwk/s320/gas+mask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875991062807730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5466908404996268024-4398777354401280466?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4398777354401280466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4398777354401280466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4398777354401280466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4398777354401280466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/05/allermisery.html' title='Allermisery.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S_qrbjIkk9I/AAAAAAAAABo/et7iwvz9nTg/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3407579104086715614</id><published>2010-05-23T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:43:14.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Brief update</title><content type='html'>Hello! I know. It's been far too long. I've just been caught up with life's melodramatic happenings. or not. Maybe I'm just trying to avoid my thoughts. Sometimes my thoughts make me depressed. Because I tend to WORRY so much. Seriously, if it weren't for putting myself to sleep with tv series lately, I'll just lie in bed, and embrace myself with my worries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HURR. No this is not starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....right now, I'm finally done with ALL my internal test and assignments for the semester. Now's all thats left are the final exam. hee huu hee huu. Although, I can't believe it's been 12 weeks of uni already. Gah. I really don't like how fast this pace is going. Maybe it is a good thing. CAN GRADUATE SOONER. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been in quite a happy mood recently. oh well, whats not to be unhappy? NO MORE internal test and assignments weh. woots. Then again I think I'm just covering all my problems with my hyperactivity. I should stop being in denial. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House hunt is on. again. i think. i am so sick of searching for a new house. Sometimes I wished I could just have a house. TA-DA. No strings attached. no rent to pay. Then still got my grades. Then still got this and that this that this that this that. BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time I should calm down, and trust God with where I am right now. To be thankful every second of each day and just to find reasons to believe. Need to start my fire again. But can't seem to be able to strike my match. He is talking to me, I think, but I'm just not listening hard enough. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight people. Take care in this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-3407579104086715614?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3407579104086715614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3407579104086715614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3407579104086715614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3407579104086715614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/05/brief-update.html' title='Brief update'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-2797980226299895676</id><published>2010-04-25T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:37:40.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In case if you're wondering how I am after the break in, I am fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to friends who came and comfort, friends who let us camp at their living room, phone calls, calls from home, lots of crying, counselling from the school, (not like that helped I only went because I wanted to postpone my exam), telling the whole story to everyone who asked, more crying, I am fine. Still a bit paranoid with the slightest sounds but more or less, I am fine. For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landlord didn't even come to the house lah! sheesh. My room still has no locks. And he promised extra grills but we still don't see them. Although we have got this savvy alarm system installed, I IS STILL NOT PLEASED. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took me a few days to get all my documents done up. Bank cards, Medicare etc etc. Gosh. Even took 2 days off from uni just to do all that. I replaced the classes on Friday though. 7 hours straight of lectures. Come home clean, cook dinner and had cell group. SO TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, despite all that happened God is good! So much blessings received in this few short days lah! Friends who came over to be our security guards, who let us crash their house, we even got to watch reality TV! Oh and I also got unexpected scholarship money. SO HAPPY LA! It is even more than enough to cover the cost of my stolen laptop and wallet! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't got a chance to skype kao kao with mom. She is asking us to move. I wish my mom could write us emails. Seriously. So hard to communicate with her. IM-ing with her takes forever! But she just got facebook so I think thats a slight improvement for her. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perth is getting so cold now. Especially at night. Out with the warm pajamas and woolly socks! hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2797980226299895676?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2797980226299895676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2797980226299895676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2797980226299895676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2797980226299895676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-9071758062789627508</id><published>2010-04-20T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:00:55.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and I lost my cute pink usb along with my keychain attached to it. :(&lt;div&gt;and my only functioning headphones left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God I wasn't charging my ipod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-9071758062789627508?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/9071758062789627508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=9071758062789627508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9071758062789627508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9071758062789627508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-i-lost-my-cute-pink-usb-along-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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-5466908404996268024.post-7979405837891351562</id><published>2010-04-19T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:35:59.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>So I Ran</title><content type='html'>I was at the dinning area with Mishie as usual, doing our work on our lappies. Listening to the Goo Goo Dolls when I saw a man coming towards me. I screamed. Turn on the lights. He banged the grills. I locked the sliding door. He tried to open the door with his screwdriver. (The side where there weren't grills) I screamed. I screamed. I screamed. I screamed " CALL 911". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all happened so fast. Before I knew it he was actually going to break in and so I grabbed my phone and ran to the front door and yelled at Mishie to run as well. I reached the neighbours, banging on their door for help. I saw the car speed off. My neighbours came out. They called the cops. My sister in her room called the cops. Gwyn in her room called the cops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back into the house to discover the glass door smashed. My laptop gone. I didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. The cops came 3 mins after. And then only I realised my wallet was gone as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God no one got hurt and all of us are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many feelings going through my mind now. The whole scene where i saw him through the glass door replaying through my mind over and over. The thought that they now know 4 girls are staying in that house. The thought that they may come back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't blog anymore. really sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-7979405837891351562?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7979405837891351562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7979405837891351562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7979405837891351562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7979405837891351562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-ran.html' title='So I Ran'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-478968573696647055</id><published>2010-04-16T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:40:10.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Did you know, Dolphins are just gay sharks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S8hqX0JQSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dqs9nlPJHAM/s1600/2477455173_a92a631f7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S8hqX0JQSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dqs9nlPJHAM/s320/2477455173_a92a631f7e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460731505553721922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought it will be a good time to blog. &lt;div&gt;With no Facebook updates every 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no one in particular person to talk to online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I've come to that moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I have nothing more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait thats not true, because, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe right now, the things that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say are not very deep, 'blog worthy' thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fret not! I will bore you with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iTunes play to me slow jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the crickets outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear mishie's cell group's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chitter and chatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completed cash budgets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the things that come out from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eraser when you rub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scattered across my table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worn out calculator since year 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accounting mid sem is tomorrow-eeps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone in my room on a Friday night. &lt;div&gt;Ah, how I've missed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being alone.&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;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*sings along to song*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nat: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ish. shuddappp lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*epic-cartoon-superman-is-saving-the-world-with-his-pinky-music-playing-in-background*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU SEE LA. YOU SEE LA!&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/5466908404996268024-478968573696647055?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/478968573696647055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=478968573696647055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/478968573696647055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/478968573696647055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-know-dolphins-are-just-gay.html' title='Did you know, Dolphins are just gay sharks?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06223676167179715636</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/_tSph5lH7Fn4/S8hqX0JQSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dqs9nlPJHAM/s72-c/2477455173_a92a631f7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1084950245964793166</id><published>2010-04-09T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:06:17.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><title type='text'>Lollies for meds!</title><content type='html'>Cough-cough-sniffle-sniffle-sneeze and chills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH! I am not falling sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chucks down palm full of vitamins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gulps down big gulp of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whines:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat hurts.&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/5466908404996268024-1084950245964793166?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1084950245964793166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1084950245964793166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1084950245964793166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1084950245964793166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/lollies-for-meds.html' title='Lollies for meds!'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7612634809891537871</id><published>2010-04-04T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:01:10.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S7eCJ2E0jFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3kfo3uAcpow/s1600/04_eliza_ballet_class_nan%27s_school_of_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S7eCJ2E0jFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3kfo3uAcpow/s400/04_eliza_ballet_class_nan%27s_school_of_dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455972579228814418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;WEE WEE WOW WEE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;FRALALALALA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I feel like a little girl going on her first day to ballet class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;So excited!!!!&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/5466908404996268024-7612634809891537871?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S7eCJ2E0jFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3kfo3uAcpow/s72-c/04_eliza_ballet_class_nan%27s_school_of_dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6187781257155466960</id><published>2010-04-02T13:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:40:26.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'>Everything in its Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtOh-8zEUqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtOh-8zEUqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How long till my hunger is fed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So many people on this merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some folks try astrology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some turn to crystal balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To find an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To get through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just fall on my knees and I try to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; I can hear Him say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I often feel like I'm two steps behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There are a thousand reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why I should give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I'm stubborn in the things I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'cause maybe there's another plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One I still can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A little surprise, like your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Funny how time changes how we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;I found an answer to my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;It is amazing how things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Jesus died today for you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Oh, how very much blessed, blessed are we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-6187781257155466960?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6187781257155466960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6187781257155466960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6187781257155466960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6187781257155466960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-in-its-time.html' title='Everything in its Time.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1218342466591926165</id><published>2010-03-30T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:06:35.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><title type='text'>Born to Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I always stay up without sleeping and think to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is funny how these days I fail to tell my blog all good things that life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How funny it actually turns me upside down, and swings me from one place to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yet somehow its funny how things always turn alright in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then, somehow I live to share about the one more bit of the jigsaw that I managed to piece together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.microtomainframe.com/assets/images/Missing_Piece_Of_Puzzle_X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.microtomainframe.com/assets/images/Missing_Piece_Of_Puzzle_X.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Uni has been straining the 'veena' in me. I don't want to complain how much work I have got to do (because some people would have even more than me) but sometimes while in the midst of doing work I find myself pondering the same question over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I really don't know whether if I have chosen the course that I want. Like, I don't know whether accounting is something I want to do for the rest of my life. Okay, maybe not for the rest of my life but for the next 30 years I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No doubt, (don't get me wrong) I really want to do well in uni. Since there is no crazy scientific-rocket-science-math-problems that I have to do throughout my course in uni, I guess I have no excuse not to do well right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe this is just like how metal is shaped. With lots of knocking, hot fire and sharp sounds that come with the whole process. We all have to shaped into a shape society wants us to, in able to be made into use. Just like unshaped metal, how do they even look like, I don't know. Their significance is as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But then, each different metal serves a different purpose as well! You can't just take any metal to make anything. Imagine what if they used silver or gold to make aeroplanes?! Confirm cannot fly lah! This is when aluminium comes in. Then walah! Aeroplanes can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snootypaws.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/aeroplane-dog-costume1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.snootypaws.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/aeroplane-dog-costume1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what if: halfway I find that I don't match? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where do I belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer is, I really don't know. Are U turns allowed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know life is more to just career and studies! But things like these are just inevitable. We all need to be some part if the society, I just don't want to end up in the wrong department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And why do I worry? Worrying is just like stressing over problems that cease to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At least, it is good and a relief to know, that someone is always there for me in every step I take. And with every hurdle that I have to jump over, I know He will lower that hurdle for me. And if lowering that hurdle won't work, he'll grow me extra long legs or even give me wings to fly through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://australiaentertains.com.au/wp-content/flowergirl%20wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 360px;" src="http://australiaentertains.com.au/wp-content/flowergirl%20wings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Really, I should stop worrying, close my eyes and get to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 21px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-1218342466591926165?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1218342466591926165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1218342466591926165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1218342466591926165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1218342466591926165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/born-to-fly.html' title='Born to Fly'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-8671495048235179637</id><published>2010-03-25T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:40:28.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S6tZnnPw0sI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8L0ey3cXd-Q/s1600/cod4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S6tZnnPw0sI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8L0ey3cXd-Q/s400/cod4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452550310946984642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wah! sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S6tYkA-DmLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6UV8F-vmNuc/s1600/cod5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S6tXsezd04I/AAAAAAAAAe4/NLaV3mQJMiI/s1600/cod4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-8671495048235179637?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/8671495048235179637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=8671495048235179637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8671495048235179637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8671495048235179637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/gg.html' title='GG'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S6tZnnPw0sI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8L0ey3cXd-Q/s72-c/cod4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1050265002693838943</id><published>2010-03-20T01:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:00:36.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Image Matters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Every morning I will have half an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;AVOCADO&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast with balsamic vinegar, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;SCOOP &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;; then I also have my yogurt, and apple juice. For lunch, if I am at Orchard road I will have my sashimi then, for dinner, I will have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;SOUP&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, my soup with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;CORN KERNELS&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;PINCH OF RICE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( So, little that my maid also dunno how to cook for me, a pinch of rice also too much)&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, this is what I eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;, if not how would I be able to maintain my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;SLIM FIGURE&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Irene Low-&lt;/span&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/5466908404996268024-1050265002693838943?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1050265002693838943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1050265002693838943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1050265002693838943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1050265002693838943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/image-matters.html' title='Image Matters!'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-5037272771281573644</id><published>2010-03-16T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:50:37.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Well hello.</title><content type='html'>To make a smile turn into a "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;To make a "Hi" turn into "Hi, I'm Nouveena."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just takes THAT little to make a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but no. I look and I smile and I turn away.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she's got no friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-5037272771281573644?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/5037272771281573644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=5037272771281573644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5037272771281573644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5037272771281573644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-hello.html' title='Well hello.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3225456537879108907</id><published>2010-03-15T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:13:54.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong in my head and I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of uni took so much out of me. Trying to figure how everything works, trying to make new friends (epic failure), trying to get myself used to the hustle and bustle of all things university. Speaking of which, I ended up going into a wrong class which didn't make myself feel any how better about uni. By the end of the week I had been so exhausted and all I could think of was the assignment that was due week 3 ( tomorrow that is, in today's terms), and how I am actually going to cope with all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I fail to fall asleep. I would toss and turn. Change positions every 30 seconds. I would count backwards from 300, then start all over again. I prayed and prayed to God to give me the rest I need, till finally, I fall asleep. But not for long and when dawn creeps in, I awake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, I submitted my assignment. I thought I would have felt a burden lifted away but I don't know why everything just remains the same. No skipping down the streets, no jumping around throwing confetti. I find myself stumbling on various sites on the internet, walking up and about in the house. It is as if I cannot find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sincerely grateful though that my parents came at the right time. Their visit was not a planned one and it was indeed a very nice feeling to be one family on the morning of my birthday. I am also thankful that during that time, there was choir practice every other day of the week and hence, I did not go insane as I usually would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I wish someone would just rip my heart out, and leave me here to bleed. And if my feelings could be measured by tears, I would be a full bottle but with a cap sealed on too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not my head with the problem, it is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I pray to God that may you grant me peace. Peace that I may surrender my burdens unto You. Peace that can put my worries away. Peace that I may sleep well every night. Peace Lord, that can mend my broken heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3225456537879108907?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3225456537879108907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3225456537879108907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3225456537879108907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3225456537879108907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7741812089831284379</id><published>2010-03-14T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:37:44.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>They say not to dwell on the pass, but I have too many things that I miss too much to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I hope, if I miss them enough, will come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would say that the same sort of things that I miss are happening right now, in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I am oblivious to. Things that I am blinded by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say to 'Take a Leap!' and let go!&lt;br /&gt;But some things, I just want to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;A security, an insurance, to myself that I once, used to have things that I don't today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am the only holding on to all of that, and people of the pass have already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe. It's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corpus-callosum.org/images/20071105232324_moving_on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.corpus-callosum.org/images/20071105232324_moving_on.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-7741812089831284379?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7741812089831284379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7741812089831284379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7741812089831284379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7741812089831284379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-119844961891254044</id><published>2010-03-13T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:57:47.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Meanwhiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in such a spirit to write and blog like 30 minutes ago. Until internet decided to be a pain and slow to a pace of a snail so that took out all the mood in me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;excuses. excuses. excuses. because I can!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; I just finished my assignment for UNI!! I am a glad happy yappy girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck with referencing though. such-a-pain that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; I should clean up my wardrobe because I just raided it in hopes to find something decent to wear tomorrow. I still got nothing to wear. Must as well turn up to church in my old school PE tee shirt and old gym shorts. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; uni has alright. Still no friends, still feel so out of place, still feel like I'm the dumbest person in the whole tutorial/ lecture. I guess, some things are just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; weather here in Perth has been madness. Mister summer and Mister autumn are in this fight off and so far, Mister autumn has been losing big time. 40 degrees just yesterday. I barely escaped death for the 90th time. Mister autumn is getting up and fighting again. So says the fighting predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; the parents just left and I miss them already. Pantry and freezer has never been this full since moving into this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; I just remembered I left my dress and pair of shorts in Ipoh. DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; life's just the way it is right now. No stress about assignments now but got loads to catch up on studying and reading. Speaking of reading, novel I have been reading has been left on hold for a week now ( thats how busy uni is :s) and the only book that I bury my nose in is FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; church has been good! Sorta fitting in with the new people, but at the same time super busy with events events and more events! Easter is here soon people, that means, easter bunnies, chocolate bunnies, hot cross buns but most important A TWO WEEK BREAK FROM UNI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt; I think I should really be more 'pro-active' in uni and speak up and stuff but I can't be bothered.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM AN INTROVERT AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;, I finished 4 seasons of 'how I met your mother' under 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;, its getting sorta late and I have to get up sorta early tomorrow so I guess I'm done with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;, I think this post would have been better but argh. I am too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;, I have written too many 'meanwhiles' that 'meanwhiles' now look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nouveena Chai, reporting from perthole, thanks for reading and goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-119844961891254044?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/119844961891254044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=119844961891254044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/119844961891254044'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7510261785169601114</id><published>2010-03-09T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:35:18.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Her 6940th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the 6940th morning of her life she got woken up by a knock on her window.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Paws was already here to pick them up for church, she jumped out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first words that came to her mouth that morning was: " OH SHIT."&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the hand of the clock that pointed to nine, she assumed that it was already a quarter to eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in her pj's and unruly hair, she stood there, in panic, while her sister, ( half of her which was still in her dreams) looked at her all funny.&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know, it wasn't Paws out there, nor was it a quarter to eight.&lt;br /&gt;It was in fact, a quarter to seven and outside her house stood her very own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not have any photos taken that day, nor did she have any cake.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or no cake, presents or none, this is how she would rather celebrate her birthday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl sure is lucky, as some of you might say.&lt;br /&gt;But it is much more than luck for that girl, for she lives in a fairy tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p/s: I did have cake the day before just not on the day itself so please don't courier any cakes over there are still leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yalah. the thing doesn't rhyme I can't think after accounting lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-7510261785169601114?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7510261785169601114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7510261785169601114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7510261785169601114'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Lee: HOW'S MY SOON TO BE 19 YEAR OLD TO BE DOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Veena: I'm cossing over soon, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jasmine Lee: wat ever u do.. DON LOOK INTO THE LIGHT K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday to me. &lt;/span&gt;soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4117736540821584857?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4117736540821584857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4117736540821584857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4117736540821584857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4117736540821584857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-why-were-bffs.html' title='Thats why we&apos;re bffs.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-9124189994979884751</id><published>2010-03-05T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:13:43.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>So, how was uni?</title><content type='html'>Finally it is Friday. Uni started this week. Classes I mean. It already feels like 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to casual ask me how uni was for me, I would casually answer you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"OK LAH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you are here. I will give you full insight on how uni was for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to not get ahead of myself just yet, I am now doing my first year in Commerce, majoring in accounting/ business law. Not quite sure whether I REALLY want to major in business law or not though. Just going to have a taste of it this semester and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOUNTING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes accounting. I know it sounds all boring and stuff and I am not sure myself whether I would like it or not but at least accounting will get me somewhere in life right. Good job prospects and everything. And I will never have to worry that I won't find a job then end up selling 'economical rice' in some coffee shop. Worse till, having to end up MARRYING someone because I cnanot support myself CHOI! *FEMINIST IN ACTION*&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, decision is made. Fees are paid. Accounting it is. Whether I like it or not, I better stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures in uni are alright. Basically you just get into this massive lecture theatre and sit there. Then there will be a few choices in how you want to spend your time for the next 3 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st option: You get your readily printed lecture slides out, take notes in pens in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and keep your eyes on the lecturer. This option, is highly advisable for the success of the unit you are taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd option: You take out an empty note book ( because you forgot to print your lecture slides out), put on a ' I-am-paying-attention' face and sit there while your mind wanders off into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd option: You just don't attend the lecture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There may be more variations to the above two options but you get my point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the tutorials. I hate tutorials! What is this having me to speak up and 'be participative' in class. I have no opinion. I have no knowledge. Seriously how would I know stuff about the stock market, consumerism etc etc etc etc... point is: STOP TALKING TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Uni, like that lorh. Didn't go too well for me. I went to the wrong class on wednesday, and skipped my lecture because of that. GAH GAH GAH.&lt;br /&gt;So mad at myself. I usually don't make such mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't quite made any friends on the first week. :(&lt;br /&gt;So hard to make friends lah. Maybe I have a face problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I am just so stressed out about this and that. Already got assignment due week 3. So many things to do. Maybe I've had too long a holiday and therefore can't function mentally. SO MANY COMPLAINTS. YES GO ON VEENA COMPLAIN COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN. COMPLAIN AND REMAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and rainbows up!&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, sleeping problems are gone for the week. No more counting back from 700 to fall asleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, at least I have one friend to sit with for business law.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, no more chemistry and scientific theory to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, I still get to see Michelle ( from high school last year) every monday.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, There's a HOT GUY in one of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, I live only walking distance from uni.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, I'm done with high school.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, I've got wonderful housemates and friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bright side is, I have God on my side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I signed up for gym today. Time to kick butt and burn the fat! *ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, how was uni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;"OK LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &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/5466908404996268024-9124189994979884751?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/9124189994979884751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=9124189994979884751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9124189994979884751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9124189994979884751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-how-was-uni.html' title='So, how was uni?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6206552927858053984</id><published>2010-02-23T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:47:21.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'>Things I cannot say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S4P4MHhnBEI/AAAAAAAAAew/CfI0oRb5Mm0/s1600-h/1465063869_4a6fc94c10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S4P4MHhnBEI/AAAAAAAAAew/CfI0oRb5Mm0/s320/1465063869_4a6fc94c10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441465661855827010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had thoughts in your head,&lt;br /&gt;That if you tell someone, they will think you're inhumane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it work of the devil. Or whatever you may.&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts like that, are better off unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6206552927858053984?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6206552927858053984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6206552927858053984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6206552927858053984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6206552927858053984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-cannot-say.html' title='Things I cannot say.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/S4P4MHhnBEI/AAAAAAAAAew/CfI0oRb5Mm0/s72-c/1465063869_4a6fc94c10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4265114609416758172</id><published>2010-02-23T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:09:08.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3607293794_58ba59c756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3607293794_58ba59c756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think, no other man will love me more than my daddy does.&lt;br /&gt;And if my Father up in heaven loves me more than anyone else, even my own daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to grasp how much love that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4265114609416758172?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4265114609416758172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4265114609416758172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4265114609416758172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4265114609416758172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-think-no-other-man-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3607293794_58ba59c756_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6183945913279520067</id><published>2010-02-20T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:41:25.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'>I wish earth would stay where it is.</title><content type='html'>Monday. University starts. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like I was still in my blue pinafore only just yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like each year is going by quicker than the previous?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like old friendships are rusting?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like I have to grow up so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you still miss high school.&lt;br /&gt;Because your mind is working slower.&lt;br /&gt;Because people change, friends and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Because you still dream like a child.&lt;br /&gt;Because life was meant to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say stop time stop!&lt;br /&gt;Stop the sun from rising!&lt;br /&gt;Stop the sun from setting!&lt;br /&gt;Stop the earth from spinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my child, could I stop?&lt;br /&gt;How my child, could I hold the sun?&lt;br /&gt;How my child, could I freeze the earth?&lt;br /&gt;How my child, could I come to a halt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please o please stop would you for me?&lt;br /&gt;Not for more but just for a day or two,&lt;br /&gt;So I can catch my breath,&lt;br /&gt;To run after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thapas.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/sunset_girl_sillhoette_369103_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.thapas.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/sunset_girl_sillhoette_369103_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6183945913279520067?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6183945913279520067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6183945913279520067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6183945913279520067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6183945913279520067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-earth-would-stay-where-it-is.html' title='I wish earth would stay where it is.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-927346300287893168</id><published>2010-02-12T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:20:53.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'>Bak kut teh</title><content type='html'>So many things I want to say but can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm going through a big 'FML' phase atm. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just bottle them up for now. And if I overflow, I'd get a bigger bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to you, you and you!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys/gals back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour and eat Bak kut teh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-927346300287893168?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/927346300287893168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=927346300287893168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/927346300287893168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/927346300287893168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/bak-kut-teh.html' title='Bak kut teh'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-8002841999173100778</id><published>2010-02-12T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:40:50.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Let me die on the 13th, and rise on the 14th can?</title><content type='html'>It just hit me that I have no plans for Chinese New Year eve dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 girls. What can 3 girls do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of cooking. But my cooking blows and eating in an empty house is well, really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of going out instead but then everywhere would be full.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have no car. SIEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of not having chinese food instead western but heck NO CAR.&lt;br /&gt;Thought we could have a mini celebration then watch a movie together HECK NO TV.&lt;br /&gt;Thought we could go out to watch 'Valentines Day' HECK NO CAR. again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought we could play Mahjong HECK NO MAHJONG SET AND KAKI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of not celebrating all together BUT SO SAD LAH.&lt;br /&gt;3 girls crying in front of their lappies, NOBODY ONLINE TO TALK TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. SO. SAD. I. COULD. CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to happen. Think Veena think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-8002841999173100778?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/8002841999173100778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=8002841999173100778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8002841999173100778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8002841999173100778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-die-on-13th-and-rise-on-14th-can.html' title='Let me die on the 13th, and rise on the 14th can?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4520151096285356207</id><published>2010-02-08T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:02:58.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>My smart rider thinks its funny to go all hide and seek with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up.Down.Left.Right.North.East.South.West. I look. But he doesn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like finding a boyfriend aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Mr smart rider ran away! Tired of getting loaded with more bus credit, getting up and down the same buses, caught in the same old routine, only appreciated when needed. Well, if I don't find him, I wouldn't blame him either because sometimes, I wish I could run away myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it. Where would I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I miss school :'(&lt;br /&gt;It really felt like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v959/117/37/638341481/n638341481_1237199_8053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v959/117/37/638341481/n638341481_1237199_8053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4520151096285356207?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4520151096285356207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4520151096285356207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4520151096285356207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4520151096285356207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1967929496758306979</id><published>2010-02-06T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:52:35.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The first born</title><content type='html'>And so I think to myself at this very moment: I shouldn't have taken that nap this afternoon, now my bed time is all screwed up just because of that nap. Come on, tell me who sleeps for a whole 10 hours the night before, then decides to take a nap few hours later. Now who is to blame? If you think it is me you are wrong, because in every situation, you always have someone/ something else besides you to blame. In my case, Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pasta. Because (takes a deep breathe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had spaghetti for lunch. that is, pasta. Pasta is a carb. Carbs make you sleepy. Hence making you fat. period. I'll say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the weather! because it was so hot. I felt so letargic, despite not doing anything the whole day. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I was just wondering...Why do some people think that siblings always have to be alike? Not in features or looks, but the...you know, way they talk, walk, eat, take a crap etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from my own point of view. It was always me and my sis- Nat. Being the oldest, I was always (still am D:) held responsible for all her wrong doings, etc. Take for example one day I let some profanity slip off my lips, next moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM:'oh my god nat what did you just say where did you learn how to say that...!!! '&lt;br /&gt;NAT:'chehcheh'&lt;br /&gt;MOM:' VEENA GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!! RAWR RAWR RAWR! (fire ignites on her hair)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also situations where being held the eldest, the younger siblings just want to follow you whenever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I was young right, I got invited to this birthday party. I was so happy. I remembered that time my family just moved back from Perth, I was seven at the time, and one of my friends invited me to her birthday party. So of course I was excited! Clad in a red 'hello kitty' dress ( I STILL REMEMBER WHAT I WORE OK dunno why LOL) , with my friends pressie in my hands, just about to open the car door and get off when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat:'where is cheh cheh going to?'&lt;br /&gt;Dad:'her friends bday'&lt;br /&gt;Nat:'WHY CAN'T I GO!!!' *throws a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat then ends up going to party with me, the one that I was invited to. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh. and let me tell you. That was not the only time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://360.kombo.com/images/content/news/blurb_MonkeySeeMonkeyDo_20080812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 261px;" src="http://360.kombo.com/images/content/news/blurb_MonkeySeeMonkeyDo_20080812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dear lil sissy&lt;/span&gt; is practically living with me in the same room omg, it really does put some pressure on me. aiyoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all I can say to Nat now is, PLEASE don't follow eveything I do. I am not perfect. :/&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry at what I said about the bday partis etc. HEHE. Still love kays despite what I said up there. don't stop dancing! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being the eldest. makes you nag like a mother when your mother is not around wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am not a boy. Then everyone will anggap that you'll take over family business, and be the next 'head of the family'. (happens in TVB dramas alot)&lt;br /&gt;Even more lucky not to be the eldest and a boy and live during Moses's time. Because that time, God sent a curse that all family punya first born son would die if they didn't paint their houses with lambs blood? I think i am right. *flips through Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least one thing being the eldest is that you never get hand-me-downs. But that rule only holds up for 15 years until both people stop growing. :/ OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had an older brother/sister!!&lt;br /&gt;a kind one......wait. i take that back. teehee. I like being the oldest. really. :)&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-1967929496758306979?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1967929496758306979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1967929496758306979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1967929496758306979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1967929496758306979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-born.html' title='The first born'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3929126672323808988</id><published>2010-02-05T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:56:38.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other stuff'/><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>If I were a month, I’d be December&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I'd be 7pm&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I’d be a star. * (technically not a planet...anyways)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I’d be lost&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a tall bookcase&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid, I’d be peppermint tea.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a gemstone, I’d be a  emerald&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I’d be an wipping willow&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tool, I’d be a wrench?&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower, I’d be a white lilly&lt;br /&gt;If I were a season, I'd be autumn&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a cello&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I’d be tiffany blue&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I’d be confused&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fruit, I’d be a cherry&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I’d be the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I’d be gold&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I’d be an audi A4&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I’d be hot soup.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I’d be the lilly field&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I’d be velvert&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I’d be fresh bread!&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part, I’d be the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression, I’d be one-eyebrow-raised, and then burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of converse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3929126672323808988?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3929126672323808988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3929126672323808988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3929126672323808988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3929126672323808988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4821524193221598454</id><published>2010-02-02T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:52:23.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>back in hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;omg. I am back in Perthole. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;What can I say? Let Uni begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Frankly I don't know what to expect out of uni except that the enrolling and all that gave me such a pain in the back because I didn't know how to navigate through the web site etc. Oh wells, thankfully thats all done now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so, nouveena, you all excited for uni already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;To be honest starting uni is scraring the hell out of my poor soul ( ok maybe not that much) but heys. You're on your own now. No more high school. No more, Nouveena, you're not supposed to have square shaped earrings, Nouveena your skirt is way to short rah rah rah. This is uni my gawd people wouldn't care if you wore your earrings down to your knees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It is time to make my own decisions, and I'm not talking about what coloured undies to put on in the morning, I am talking BIG decisions, decisions that like, once you make, there is no turning back, the ones that affect your whole life. And that is what I am afraid of. Afraid that I cannot make the right decisions. I always read, from books and articles to the songs I listen to that we should follow what our heart tells us to. Well, what if: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I DUNNO WHAT MY HEART WANTS. THEN HOW LEH. GONE CASE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Is there really no turning back to the decisions we make now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'd like believe that God allows U-turns. But falling down and getting hurt along the way, well thats another story all together isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-4821524193221598454?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4821524193221598454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4821524193221598454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4821524193221598454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4821524193221598454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-hell.html' title='back in hell.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-955650726140963225</id><published>2010-01-02T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:44:16.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>SO. I've finally thought really hard and yes I've come up with 2 resolutions for 2010. (so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I will find a funny quote someone said for the day, and write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'll try reading books again. since year 12 got me reading NOTHING except for&lt;br /&gt;-Mao's last dancer (for school)&lt;br /&gt;-Looking for Alibrandi ( also for school)&lt;br /&gt;-And two other book titles that I deem too embarassing to mention here. so there.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR books, in 12 months. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also excuse me for my lack of blogging recently. I'll just save up all my blogging time for Perthole alright. I actually have a life here in Ipoh. not. WAIT. It's better than perth alright. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so quotes for the pass two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;01.01.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Chicken needs air-con!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mavis Wong&lt;/span&gt; (aka my auntie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.01.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'And thats why I don't like muscle men.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mavis Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-955650726140963225?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/955650726140963225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=955650726140963225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/955650726140963225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/955650726140963225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3873155980963302480</id><published>2009-12-20T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:29:20.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay it is time to stop rebelling against my parents and TRY to lose at least somewhat more weight faster at this point because if I don't, they are just going to nag at me and ask me why am I not losing any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me a new ipod please? I'll promise to workout 2 hours everyday if you do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3873155980963302480?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3873155980963302480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3873155980963302480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3873155980963302480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3873155980963302480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-it-is-time-to-stop-rebelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-834313161149852408</id><published>2009-12-15T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:49:45.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smile like the sun and weep like the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Because what you did, you did;&lt;br /&gt;and what is done, is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my ipod died while I was on the threadmill yesterday with 40 mins of cardio workout left.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you it was the longest 40 minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a hat for winter in a lala shop. cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And I say: Lala's for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-834313161149852408?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/834313161149852408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=834313161149852408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/834313161149852408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/834313161149852408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-like-sun-and-weep-like-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6399598185883983177</id><published>2009-12-10T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:49:07.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sugar, spice and everything nice, thats what little girls and make of.</title><content type='html'>OK I lied. No updates yet. *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to leave nothing but one sentence behind so I'll just write you what happened yesterday night. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dug out closet to find 'what-to-wear-for-xmas'. The culprit?&lt;br /&gt;My mom, who knocked on my door at 11pm, clad in shimmery grey-ish leggings and a sparkly black top with her new permed hair and some ah lian hair band and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mom: " So what if I wear this for xmas?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: " Er..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mom: " Hmm, I'll draw myself some smoky eyes and do...-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: " Okay. Just loose the hairband."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mom: " Of course lah! Do you think I am that stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-__________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She then proceeds to march to my sisters room and knocks on her door.&lt;br /&gt;Nat plainly LOL-ed in her face. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found a black dress, put in on, and did the whole mom routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nat: WHOOI! Then I wear what!!! *ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Managed to dig a dress out for Nat, and then she did the whole parading in dress routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank God my Dad only has 3 girls!&lt;br /&gt;( plus mom makes 3 lah, do the math)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. After all that dress parading, me and sis decided to practise out taekwon-do back hands with pillow as our target.&lt;br /&gt;Practising taekwon-do clad in our 'what-i-am-going-to-wear-for-xmas' dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who needs boys in this house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;frog and snails and puppy dog tails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thats what little boys are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-6399598185883983177?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6399598185883983177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6399598185883983177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6399598185883983177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6399598185883983177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-i-lied.html' title='Sugar, spice and everything nice, thats what little girls and make of.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-5663457826861724717</id><published>2009-11-22T01:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:16:21.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>So all my bags are packed and I'm ready to go....NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Actually not everything is packed lah. I'm currently doing my last batch of laundry. At 1.30am in the morning what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping pattern has been crazy all week since holidays begun. Take today for example, I went to bed last night at 11.30pm, woke up at 4.00am, went back to bed at 8am, woke up 2 hours later, at 5pm I had a nap again, and woke up when my friend called me at around 6.30pm. And now at 1.30am in the morning. I am wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Veena the owl. hoot! (OvO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last night sleeping at this house! In fact most of my stuff are already packed and my room is looking very depressing now. Like a jail cell. Except maybe for the bed. I got into this crazy fight with my landlady this morning. It wasn't pretty. And not a memory that I intend to keep so I'll be brief. She demanded that I pay her my full rent up to January. I simply told her I am so sorry but I have no money left and I'm going to take my things and move. ( I am leaving tomorrow anyways) And to cut the story short, she didn't like it. And she and her husband sorta yelled at me. Called my dad in the end. My dad told her to stop harrassing me or he'll call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. yalah. not my fault also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates couldn't agree better that dragon lady (thats what we call her) is a pain in the a-hole. heh. I have the best housemates! ♥ So lucky to have met them all. Especially Crystal! Dunno why it was like the moment I moved in we just started to talk and couldn't stop. LOL. Such a good good friend she is! And where can you find someone who can finish your sentences and vice versa. Very rare I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet times! From that random 'sunday runway project' ( project epic fail case, blog is dead after only 5 posts, and I forgot the password for the twitter account wth), to all that complaining and gossiping we do in the kitchen, the time we got locked out the house and sat there waiting for the keys to arrive, the skyping with each other ( in the same house wth) oh! and that time when we attempted to get drunk in my room....but just to let you know we didn't get drunk at all, (see, such angels we are!) ...instead we ended up on facebook and gossiping about other people and laughing at their misfortunes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SwgpdwLX2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fg7sNIGl9II/s1600/IMG_2019-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SwgpdwLX2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fg7sNIGl9II/s320/IMG_2019-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406616943783828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Crystal! Or Mien as I call her. at times. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a good friend/housemate. Love yah to bits and it will be a shame if you leave next year because me is going miss you 'terribly a lot'. ( I think thats a grammatical error, but I can't be stuffed fixing it heh) But I HAVE FAITH you'll be here next year because with brains like in that head of yours, I just know that universities will be begging you to come to them! haha. If only I had half your brains for chemistry. Then maybe I could actually pass my chem paper -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say the best times spent in Perth staying in this house. Someday when I'm older with my 9 cats in my lap (choi!) I'll think about times I spent at this house, smile to myself or maybe even burst out laughing. Rest assured I'll get sent away to an asylum. But at least I'll be the happy old lady in the asylum right. wth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly going to miss all the times in this house.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe not dragon lady. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;'I'm a freakin' virgin!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;-crystal cc mien-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5466908404996268024-5663457826861724717?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7931655128828645029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7931655128828645029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7931655128828645029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/11/forget-what-i-said-previously.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2001431037521045605</id><published>2009-11-19T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:55:41.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But if mom and dad don't like the way I am,&lt;br /&gt;Who I am just does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2001431037521045605?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6116531703602345164</id><published>2009-11-19T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:53:44.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Perth</title><content type='html'>TEE is all over now, school has ended, and like it or not, my journey here this year is coming to an end. Time seems to pass by so quick, yet so slow.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say for all the 300+days I have been here. Expreriences never gone through, so many mistakes made, so many lessons learnt. Never have I felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I must say this year wasn't an easy year for me. In fact I have to be frank, it was hard, difficult. Leaving home for the very first time, dealing with things that I wasn't ready for. Crying myself to sleep countless of times. Praying and asking God when will all this be over. I felt like a bird that was born in a cage and suddenly set free. I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;My first day of school, I don't remember at all. It is as if I erased it completely out of my memory. I won't want to try remembering it either. I wasn't used to that sort of enviroment. It was as if everyone spoke in some foreign language that I didn't understand. What drove me to wake up everyday for school I still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I remember not laughing. It was so painful, I thought I had lost my ability to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;School was the least of my problems. I was now living by myself. Back home, I took forgranted that I didn't have to do laundry, didn't have to plan meals, didn't have to shop for groceries, didn't have to pick up my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the tests and exams. I have never studied for anything so hard, and yet, get such lousy results. Over and over again, test results came back, telling me that I wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;My problem with my body, unfortunately didn't go away. So much for all that effort of dieting and exercise. I gained like double of what I lost. Truth is maybe I didn't actually lost all that weight because of diet and exercise. I think, I only lost weight because I was chucking up everything I ate and when I stopped doing it, I stopped losing weight as well.&lt;br /&gt;Which made it even worse when my parents came to visit because mom was like YOU ARE FAT in my face 24/7. Like I chose to be fat like that.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I really want to thank God for putting me here. He sent me so many angels. To help me. To guide me. I would have never experience such great love from Him. People here in church are far too kind. Never have I seen so much of God in some people. From the way I see it, their faces just glowed with God's love and grace. And for friends like that, I have to say, I am truely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I have learnt this year. Countless.&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list them all here. But perhaps the most valuble lesson I learnt this year, is that I don't have to be any better to be accepted, to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have to be the top student in school to be accepted. Who am I proving to?&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have to be the thinnest to be accepted. Why would I want to have friends who only befriended me because I looked thin?&lt;br /&gt;And although I sometimes still think I don't deserve this sort of Love from God, I am trying, to give my best shot at everything for Him. And to love my body, because this body of mine is a gift from Him and I should care for it and not harm myself.&lt;br /&gt;With just a few more days till I go home, I must say, I am going to miss this place. Whatever may happen next year, whether I get into Uni or not, I leave it up to the Big Guy above. I only hope I will be able to cling on to Him and maybe show that love of His to other people I come to contact with.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Perth. And till I see you again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6116531703602345164?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6116531703602345164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6116531703602345164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6116531703602345164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6116531703602345164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/11/perth.html' title='Perth'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6380037012250110874</id><published>2009-11-07T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:16:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was binge day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds:&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken Deluxe: 400kcal&lt;br /&gt;-Soft Serve: 200kcal&lt;br /&gt;-Large orange juice: 110kcal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Muffin: 100kcal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loaker wafer cubes: 500kcal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;- Stereotype Australian chinese food: 400kcal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That few spoons of ice cream: 80kcal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total: 2100kcal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths oh maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calorie values are based on mere assumptions of how much calories they tasted! hahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6380037012250110874?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6380037012250110874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6380037012250110874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6380037012250110874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6380037012250110874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-binge-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6126360417681644525</id><published>2009-11-01T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:09:45.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cutepsycho.unblog.fr/files/2008/07/broken20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 319px;" src="http://cutepsycho.unblog.fr/files/2008/07/broken20heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The waking up is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want me piano now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6126360417681644525?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6126360417681644525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6126360417681644525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6126360417681644525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6126360417681644525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-youre-dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2346187912838875497</id><published>2009-10-28T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:41:36.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smile and look to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;with no more tears in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2346187912838875497?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2346187912838875497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2346187912838875497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2346187912838875497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2346187912838875497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-and-look-to-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4168655020716239087</id><published>2009-10-24T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:48:55.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergio Rossi for PUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more than love at first sight with shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;The pumps are $810.&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=6825662"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=6825662" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4168655020716239087?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4168655020716239087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4168655020716239087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4168655020716239087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4168655020716239087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/sergio-rossi-for-puma.html' title='Sergio Rossi for PUMA'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6427588721868492514</id><published>2009-10-24T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:53:28.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schools out. For real this time.&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself lucky to graduate high school twice!&lt;br /&gt;yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winthrop.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt more alone with so many people around.&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't have met such amazing people either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! Better blog post afer TEE.&lt;br /&gt;Let me study first can or not!&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/5466908404996268024-6427588721868492514?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6427588721868492514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6427588721868492514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6427588721868492514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6427588721868492514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1211945611164369480</id><published>2009-10-23T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:01:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm317/vickiemccolley/Panties_on_the_line_by_Misstiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 593px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm317/vickiemccolley/Panties_on_the_line_by_Misstiza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What's the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ten to Nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hang your knickers on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When they're dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bring them in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Put them in a biscuit tin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eat the biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eat the cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eat your knickers by mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually write that.&lt;br /&gt;But the person who did is a hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel blardy FAT now.&lt;br /&gt;Eat some more ice cream lah.&lt;br /&gt;Eat sum more mcd lah!&lt;br /&gt;Now your body has to PAY.&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-1211945611164369480?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1211945611164369480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1211945611164369480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1211945611164369480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1211945611164369480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-time.html' title='Whats the time?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6046784713985769551</id><published>2009-10-17T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:50:23.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woes'/><title type='text'>This week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds.exblog.jp/pds/1/200907/07/46/d0008146_22214314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 541px;" src="http://pds.exblog.jp/pds/1/200907/07/46/d0008146_22214314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had McDonalds twice&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream trice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what the best thing is?&lt;br /&gt;No Guilt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only 18.&lt;br /&gt;And for the next 70 years ( lets say I live till 88 lah) of my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be obsessing&lt;br /&gt;How many calories are in this&lt;br /&gt;and are in that&lt;br /&gt;I have much more meaningful things to worry bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Whatever I say here, is what i think right now at this very instant moment. To console myself you may say? Or denying those calories? I don't know. All I know is my next post might be some post about how Big Mac has 500calories of fat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope not to blog or get distracted. to study. for TEE. which is only. 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;Someone. Anyone. Feed me a poison Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-6046784713985769551?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6046784713985769551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6046784713985769551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6046784713985769551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6046784713985769551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-week.html' title='This week.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3486641904705788945</id><published>2009-10-10T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:01:02.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jottings'/><title type='text'>Saturday 101009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/02/bed,girl,photography,sleeping-81d68a8644a2c209e5a2f5d4c48cf647_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://img1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/02/bed,girl,photography,sleeping-81d68a8644a2c209e5a2f5d4c48cf647_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I take a shower&lt;br /&gt;To wake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dry my hair&lt;br /&gt;I dress all up&lt;br /&gt;To tell myself&lt;br /&gt;That I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brain is fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;and my tummy feels funny&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just hungry&lt;br /&gt;Maybe food will wake &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bowl of noodles&lt;br /&gt;A cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;A piece of fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; am I still sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I stressed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and exams&lt;br /&gt;shyte. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My joints &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't support my neck&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my legs&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started with my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my body&lt;br /&gt;or is this my head&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I go to bed instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3486641904705788945?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3486641904705788945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3486641904705788945' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3486641904705788945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3486641904705788945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-101009.html' title='Saturday 101009'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3374863474532487508</id><published>2009-10-06T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:42:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP</title><content type='html'>Gosh I'm bored but I'm not suppose to be because I have better things to do, i.e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn't do any. I got stuck at this maths question and I just lost my inspiration after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-My bio assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;CANE TOADS&lt;/span&gt; and water quality. A power point presentation. Let me just tell you I suck at power point presentations. Stupid lah. I don't even know how to change the slides. The last power point presentation, I only got 7.0 out of 10. and thats for ESL! So thats pretty bad if you ask me hah.&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you how excited I am about cane toads, let me just show you a picture of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/CaneToad2_20_28Medium_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/CaneToad2_20_28Medium_29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blardy&lt;/span&gt; disgusting ok. And I have to do a research on them. ew-ness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Going to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I probably should but I'm just too gawd-damn lazy now. Tomorrow lah. Tomorrow. I wanna go swimming!! Haven't swum in AGES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Pictures! Because, a picture say a thousand words, so you save all your time having to read. how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that jumping on the beach is the best most awesome thing you can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;Great way to burn calories also, if your photographer sucks. you burn even more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss6WMWAQAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K7BOuLUfcoo/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss6WMWAQAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K7BOuLUfcoo/s400/IMG_2395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389465532023980034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sssy-F8PX6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/0CCIDAcI_cg/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sssy-F8PX6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/0CCIDAcI_cg/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389457421407051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4Agoi0II/AAAAAAAAAcw/tgANdoFxAPE/s1600-h/IMG_2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4Agoi0II/AAAAAAAAAcw/tgANdoFxAPE/s400/IMG_2408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389462960490074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4BkjiTeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q4EJql2egq8/s1600-h/IMG_2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4BkjiTeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q4EJql2egq8/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389462978722680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4BOZyiWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/47H1g5D_YjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss4BOZyiWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/47H1g5D_YjQ/s400/IMG_2412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389462972776221026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. They're not very good jumps but one day...ONE DAY!! We'll show you how this jump can be done!!! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss6rSUNPNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ffe5ziE5yOg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss6rSUNPNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ffe5ziE5yOg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389465894404308178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TEE. After TEE, we'll show you how it's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3374863474532487508?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3374863474532487508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3374863474532487508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3374863474532487508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3374863474532487508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/10/jump.html' title='JUMP'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sss6WMWAQAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K7BOuLUfcoo/s72-c/IMG_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7940456704393224456</id><published>2009-09-26T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:38:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In or out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4Mmrm-0MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1O_VYzNbIZw/s1600-h/full+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 518px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4Mmrm-0MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1O_VYzNbIZw/s400/full+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385756063062479042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok forget what I said about fatness etc. Look at the modelling application form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4KP1sYNwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Vpm5XG4oFnE/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4KP1sYNwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Vpm5XG4oFnE/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385753471609222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4KQdPnWfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2dKDguj1lMQ/s1600-h/modelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4KQdPnWfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2dKDguj1lMQ/s400/modelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385753482225998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gosh. I can just hear tyra banks saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;and this picture represents the girl that is going continue to be in the running of americas next top model.&lt;br /&gt;Woman X, Congratulations. You're still in the running to becomings americas next top model&lt;br /&gt;that means veena you're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang my ankle still hurts. I wanna go to running. and melt my fat off. rah rah rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;This marvelous idea was actually my friend JO's.&lt;br /&gt;Although I doubt he would actually pose like I did and snap pictures of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr92oBXBNxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9DtZdIJhGic/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr92oBXBNxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9DtZdIJhGic/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386154109290231570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him with that expression that says....says what?&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition people. Make a quote for Jo.&lt;br /&gt;Best quote gets to make Jo pose the 4 photos. i.e: full body, waist up, shoulder up and 3/4 profile. HEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatjohastosay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://whatjohastosay.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---- click to see what JO has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s to jo: See, now did I not only give you credit but PROMOTED your blog as well. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-7940456704393224456?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7940456704393224456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7940456704393224456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7940456704393224456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7940456704393224456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-or-out.html' title='In or out?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sr4Mmrm-0MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1O_VYzNbIZw/s72-c/full+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6173137849014699497</id><published>2009-09-25T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:21:50.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Fatness.</title><content type='html'>People don't understand. How it feels. To be the fat one.&lt;br /&gt;The fattest one the photos.&lt;br /&gt;The last one to get chosen during gym class.&lt;br /&gt;The looks they give you when you have ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being called fat as a child may sound the norm. Until you actually start believing that you are one.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did. Some people just refused to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Thin was all I ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;A six year old child with a knowledge of anorexia. Was I to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin=beauty, fat=ugly.&lt;br /&gt;This is what the world portrays.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was meant to be ugly, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;I was never thin to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6173137849014699497?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6173137849014699497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6173137849014699497' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6173137849014699497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6173137849014699497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatness.html' title='Fatness.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6060469586809308648</id><published>2009-09-23T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:08:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>About time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LOSE WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you AUSTRALIA is CURSED! Almost EVERY overseas student who comes here gains weight. Either that or you're just one of those exceptional 'naturally thin' people. bah! I hate you naturally thin people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe Australia is not cursed. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;No. I think it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not exercising until recently 2 months ago. =_=&lt;br /&gt;For emotional eating during the first few months here. I was depressed ok!&lt;br /&gt;For eating lotsa lotsa food during winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that adds up to?&lt;br /&gt;approx 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh argh.&lt;br /&gt;Now summer is approaching and when I took my surf shorts out yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;They were tight. :(&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My shorts don't fit me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;or rather.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FIT MY SHORTS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow! To eat mindfully and exercise!&lt;br /&gt;So when I go back.&lt;br /&gt;Those aunties won't go saying that I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;So I will lose my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't feel like the fattest person in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;So I can fit into my shorts again!&lt;br /&gt;So daddy won't torture me that much in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;So I can lose MY FACE FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR MY FACE IS LIKE A SWOLLEN BALLOON. MY EYES HAVE GOTTEN SMALLER. WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6060469586809308648?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6060469586809308648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6060469586809308648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6060469586809308648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6060469586809308648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-time.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-205185839751090128</id><published>2009-09-17T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:44:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fathers Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBWPZIjtnTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBWPZIjtnTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It is at these times that I really do appreciate my chinese education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video really made my night.&lt;br /&gt;And I can go to sleep with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-205185839751090128?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/205185839751090128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=205185839751090128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/205185839751090128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/205185839751090128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/fathers-love.html' title='A Fathers Love'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2838299130231968273</id><published>2009-09-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:52:19.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Kids These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sq5ZITDcSCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L5Zvd2x4__g/s1600-h/demand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sq5ZITDcSCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L5Zvd2x4__g/s400/demand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381336603842856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/8/81/cb8d69c8f705fd6d8fe1cecf5f18a2.png" alt="Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2838299130231968273?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2838299130231968273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2838299130231968273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2838299130231968273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2838299130231968273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids These Days'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sq5ZITDcSCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L5Zvd2x4__g/s72-c/demand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4812794381325507164</id><published>2009-09-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:00:04.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Of Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/d/da/c23d627aa230877a53497ec65e33b9.png" alt="Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4812794381325507164?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4812794381325507164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4812794381325507164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4812794381325507164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4812794381325507164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-family.html' title='Of Family.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4046837623467668234</id><published>2009-09-13T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:27:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqxEsJCD0pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O9-fMmc625U/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqxEsJCD0pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O9-fMmc625U/s400/IMG_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380751179930391186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqxErrsb5sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lhm_OXcbm68/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqxErrsb5sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lhm_OXcbm68/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380751172055066306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm an angel, I'm a devil&lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes in between&lt;br /&gt;I'm as bad as it can get&lt;br /&gt;And good as it can be&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a million colours&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm black and white&lt;br /&gt;I am all extremes&lt;br /&gt;Try to figure me out you never can&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I am&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/5466908404996268024-4046837623467668234?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4046837623467668234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4046837623467668234' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4046837623467668234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4046837623467668234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqxEsJCD0pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O9-fMmc625U/s72-c/IMG_2042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3283988319869017744</id><published>2009-09-11T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:54:58.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'>I miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 windows in my room.&lt;br /&gt;The connecting bathroom in my room.&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my fan.&lt;br /&gt;The curtains.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the woodern floor boards in my room.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's walk in wardrobe. (techniquelly not mine but still)&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I don't have to clean after my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm spoilt in that way.&lt;br /&gt;How I could look down outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;How I could always guess what movie my neighbour was watching at night. =P&lt;br /&gt;How I could go through the connecting bathroom and jump into bed right next to nat when she's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;MY BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;And my bookcase.&lt;br /&gt;I missed how I had to scream at nat when she locked my side of the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;How I didn't have to clean the bathroom. heh.&lt;br /&gt;The powerful water pressure.&lt;br /&gt;The living room's couch!&lt;br /&gt;The cold marble floor where I just lie on on hot afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;The Fridge! and the ice dispenser!&lt;br /&gt;How I didn't have to plan for meals.&lt;br /&gt;The invigorating smell of fresh bread in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;When Miki barks and strange scary old men.&lt;br /&gt;When Miki barks at that sicko indian guy who steals our coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;The coconut tree!&lt;br /&gt;How my mom dominates the whole shoe cupboard and leaves one small section left for me nat and dad.&lt;br /&gt;ASTRO.&lt;br /&gt;My piano.&lt;br /&gt;MY HULA HOOP&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Trampoline! *jump jump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 more days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqnuzyohOsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tvnJaRq8nn0/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqnuzyohOsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tvnJaRq8nn0/s400/DSC00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380093803403229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How could I be so self centred. Today marks the 8th year since 2 planes crashed into the wtc in nyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I have. A poem to share with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;h2 style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Human We Are (September 11 Aftermath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poembody"&gt;My mood sink&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, as dark as the abyss&lt;br /&gt;My heart race&lt;br /&gt;Evil rage, seizing my body&lt;br /&gt;Casting shadow on&lt;br /&gt;My less than perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destructions, Violence, Warfare&lt;br /&gt;Pain, Hurt and Sufferings.....&lt;br /&gt;Merely for a belief, revenge or plain self-interest??&lt;br /&gt;A cruel creature&lt;br /&gt;Human we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love, we hate, we strike, we unite&lt;br /&gt;Can't you take me as a father, mother&lt;br /&gt;Brother, sister, son, daughter, comrade or lover?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;We are but the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billions of us&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN we are&lt;br /&gt;We all are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mavis S.J. Wong              Copyright ©2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/08/28/september11_wideweb__430x287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/08/28/september11_wideweb__430x287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dang my aunt who came out with this. It's on poetry.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3283988319869017744?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3283988319869017744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3283988319869017744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3283988319869017744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3283988319869017744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss.html' title='I miss.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SqnuzyohOsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tvnJaRq8nn0/s72-c/DSC00606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4152522731534951197</id><published>2009-09-09T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:54:44.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>090909</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's such a special day today, (Not that it's any special occasion besides my friend, Zi Lin's birthday, who right now is all the way in Sydney....anyways) I feel obliged to blog something. Even though it's unplanned. And my thoughts are all over the place. ( Blame my chem paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;090909!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lah. Like super cliche lah! Everyone posting it up in Facebook lah. People getting married lah. People getting divorced lah. Mothers forcefully pushing babies out lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also!&lt;br /&gt;Screwed my Chem test lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Least I got a high score for playing Bubble Shoot in my calculator. (i.e during the exam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrete tomorrow. WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Manglish FTW!&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/5466908404996268024-4152522731534951197?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4152522731534951197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4152522731534951197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4152522731534951197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4152522731534951197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='090909'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-8392258151458775001</id><published>2009-09-09T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:42:49.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries.</title><content type='html'>Forgive my language on the previous post. It just feels so helpless at times when your exam is less than 12 hours away and there you are. Still trying to figure out what you've actually done for the pass 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after using what felt like 2 hours figuring out how to actually write a redox equation, I've come to conclude that. I shall bid farewell to my Chemisrty paper. Alas. Until I find my inspiration to try again for my finals in November.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't been studying enough you say. Truth to be told it is true. I spend most of my time, glued to the computer, raiding through my pantry, obsessing about my weight that I actually do neglect my studies.&lt;br /&gt;And at times. I just think to myself. Couldn't I just redo my Year 12 next year if I get a really bad TER, and don't get into the course I want in uni?&lt;br /&gt;And this is when I think to myself: What is it that I really want to do in uni? What is it that I really want to be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People give me lots of comments.&lt;br /&gt;"Be an Accountant lah! Never run out of job one!" they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;"Be Lawyer lah! I can help you get a job after you graduate"&lt;br /&gt;my mom previously told me few years back,&lt;br /&gt;"Be air hostess lah! You get to travel the world, the pay is good, and there will be a garenteed job at the airport counter when you get older, and trust me, all the air hostess get married to rich people. Look at uncle dave's ex-wife, she was once an...."&lt;br /&gt;You got to love my mom. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has a plan for me and I know that. I know He will always be there for me. He has this whole future planned out for me. And all I have to do now, is listen and follow, and He will lead.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know all this you ask.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-8392258151458775001?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8392258151458775001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8392258151458775001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/worries.html' title='Worries.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1700561150488097124</id><published>2009-09-08T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:14:11.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>If i die tonight, you know why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Nf7eDcr2WI/RiICoxrqzzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F-EgoFjuF20/s320/Chemistry_by_Oroborus.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Nf7eDcr2WI/RiICoxrqzzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F-EgoFjuF20/s320/Chemistry_by_Oroborus.png.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-1700561150488097124?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1700561150488097124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1700561150488097124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1700561150488097124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1700561150488097124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-die-tonight-you-know-why.html' title='If i die tonight, you know why.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Nf7eDcr2WI/RiICoxrqzzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F-EgoFjuF20/s72-c/Chemistry_by_Oroborus.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-5031433449632991857</id><published>2009-08-31T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:58:12.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negaraku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hari ni hari merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu aku blog dalam bahasa melayu.&lt;br /&gt;Satu sebab lain ialah saya inspired oleh &lt;a href="http://blinkwinkstare.blogspot.com/"&gt;sabrina&lt;/a&gt; blog dalam bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi Hari ni Hari Merdeka ulang-52 dan aku pulak di negara australia.&lt;br /&gt;Orang Malaysia sini macam sudah lupa hari ni hari merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;Tak macam orang singapura.&lt;br /&gt;Dua minggu lepas hari merdeka mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka Celebrate dengan pakaian merah ( their national colour for those who don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Buat medicure bendera singapura ( i'm not kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak blame mereka. (orang msia kat sini i mean)&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku jugak tak berapa suka kan hari merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;Apa dengan buat deco bilik darjah.&lt;br /&gt;Apa dengan buat bendera mini di skolah,&lt;br /&gt;dan yang paling crazy sekali,&lt;br /&gt;Apa dengan Puan Chen shouting Merdeka tujuh kali di perhimpunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang aku nak blog banyak banyak lagi&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku ada ujian kimia&lt;br /&gt;dalam 4 jam lagi&lt;br /&gt;and aku ni belum habis lagi baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku janji satu post lagi bila peperiksaan ku habis.&lt;br /&gt;itu masih lama lama lagi.&lt;br /&gt;jadi, harap maaf&lt;br /&gt;sabar menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;Aku hampir terlupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sps7QreeLcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3mOmM1DPvSs/s1600-h/PA310089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sps7QreeLcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3mOmM1DPvSs/s400/PA310089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955737931296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini lah bukti teenagers malaysia masih cintai malaysia walaupun cakap saje malaysia negara teruk.&lt;br /&gt;Orang giler kat gambar atas ni kawan baik ku June.&lt;br /&gt;Dia juga inspirasi ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Dah 8 bulan aku tak guna BM. Bangga lah ku masih boleh BLOG dalam BM. HAHA!&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-5031433449632991857?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/5031433449632991857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=5031433449632991857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5031433449632991857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5031433449632991857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/negaraku.html' title='Negaraku.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sps7QreeLcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3mOmM1DPvSs/s72-c/PA310089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2735523463681981333</id><published>2009-08-27T18:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:38:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>10 lessons I learnt in the pass 2 weeks. ( 3 maybe, I lost count of the weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Never cut your hair with a blunt scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5QQnhJgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gkJrK79MddM/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5QQnhJgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gkJrK79MddM/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616525558851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;: It had been ages (8 months) since I've cut my hair and my fringe! Oh don't get me started with my fringe. Anyways. One saturday I couldn't stand it anymore, took my stationary scissors, a mirror and set outside the house to chop off my fringe. So how much u ask did I cut off. Well, I wouldn't say it was a lot. Just about 5-6 inches. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: I look like a retarted girl who grew out her straight bangs. It never occured to me then that I had thin it. and I have no layered scissors with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never swallow a lighted match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://educ.queensu.ca/%7Escience/main/concept/gen/g09/K.%20Steven/Pictures/match.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 308px;" src="http://educ.queensu.ca/%7Escience/main/concept/gen/g09/K.%20Steven/Pictures/match.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My chemistry teacher did a little circus trick- She put a lighted match in her mouth, and closed her mouth. SAY WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: The boys adore her now. Oh. And I just realised that I wrote 'swallow a lighted match' but no she didn't actually swallow one and now I just can't be bothered to change it. ( the sentence above that is) hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot survive more than 3 days without my lappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5OZ7VRsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ikhiE-GginA/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5OZ7VRsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ikhiE-GginA/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616493698139842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;: So for the 40 hour famine I decided to fast food and my lappy. I must say food wasn't such a deal compared not going on my lappy! No internet, no facebook, no msn, no twitter, no itunes.... I almost died you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe fasting my lappy was a good thing after all cause on that saturday I accomplished so many things I wanted to do for a long time. I actually managed to finish my homework and clean the kitchen sink, microwave and my room! All in one afternoon! Although me and Mien wasted some 2 hours trying on each others dresses at night. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never go running after a peanut better sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2texercise.com/files/4512/4544/7747/Girl%20Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://c2texercise.com/files/4512/4544/7747/Girl%20Running.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;: I decided to go for a run yesterday after my peanut butter sandwich because I felt super guilty eating dead carbs plus oil and sugar lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: Halfway through the run I felt like chucking up peanut butter. And for some wierd reason I kept smelling burnt chocolate. Ew. I still ran 7ks hey. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When Aussies say it's a sherring shed, it is a sherring shed. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5PTcgkbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IfdeWK-1yKo/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5PTcgkbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IfdeWK-1yKo/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616509138112946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;: Went for geography camp last week and to cut things short we travelled up north and stayed the night in some farm. One single toilet was shared between approx 40 of us. Mr farmer said that the farm was low on water supply. These were his exact words I quote:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'If it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, let it mellow; if it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; flush it down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And did I mention the door was flyscreen? We slept in the sherring shed. It was horrible. The whole place smelt like fertilizer(as in sheep poo, but fertilizer sounds better than poo I reckon). But thanks to Michelle I had a nice soft and warm bed. Oh Moo Moo how can I ever repay you♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: I came home smelling like sheep. I washed my hair two times and my lips had some allergic reaction and it swelled up like Angelina Jolies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes you just have to let loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5O8dL4vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1RoNxhC7a98/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5O8dL4vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1RoNxhC7a98/s400/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616502966936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;: Atheletics Carnival. We were bored. We were near the bars. Claudia spun on the bars. Claudia taught me how to spin on the bars. We cam whored while spinning on the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; It was hell fun! I felt like I was flying! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Online Shopping takes forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn290/franchiseexpo/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 262px;" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn290/franchiseexpo/pic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt; I bought a blender online. Why you ask. So I can make Boost juices whenever I want! LOL. And besides it was cheap. Only like $40 or something. No it's not a waste of money! I'm treating this as an investment you know! So I can pass it on to my great great grandaughter when she gets married one day ahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: It took 3 weeks to reach my door. And I almost forgot I bought the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40 hour famine= 40 hour binge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1.bebo.com/048b/7/mediuml/2009/03/23/05/6316854480a10408007666ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://i1.bebo.com/048b/7/mediuml/2009/03/23/05/6316854480a10408007666ml.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt; So right after 12pm on Sunday. I ate like crazy amounts of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Which made me feel even worse because all the little kids in Cambodia and Kenya have nothing to eat and I ate like I pig and I gained super a lot this week alone I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never say you hate Hannah Montana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shineon-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/hoedown21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.shineon-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/hoedown21.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt; It was at night at camp. It was freezing cold. So cold I couldn't even move my fingers to press the buttons on my phone. ( Not that we had reception at the farm, How do they survive! I WOULD DIE!) Anyways, I don't know how this came about but suddenly everyone (by everyone I mean 4 of us haha) started to learn how to do the HOEDOWN SHOWDOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Pop-it-lock-it-polka-dot-it-I can do the hoedownshowdown bet you can't! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Never post up your tummy problems in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5P2ZudII/AAAAAAAAAYM/kIUBLuij9So/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5P2ZudII/AAAAAAAAAYM/kIUBLuij9So/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616518521681026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt; Had gastric pains the other day and as usual I was on facebook and then I got phone calls and then medication came to my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; I super paiseh/erm hou yee see/bu hao yee si- (how do you even translate thisto english i dunno please bear with me) lah! I have such wonderful friends is all I can say. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2735523463681981333?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2735523463681981333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2735523463681981333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2735523463681981333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2735523463681981333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SpZ5QQnhJgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gkJrK79MddM/s72-c/IMG_1981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2099251136487357889</id><published>2009-08-11T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:42:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duff Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/83/25/gossip-girl-cast-vanity-fair.0.0.0x0.400x270.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 317px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/83/25/gossip-girl-cast-vanity-fair.0.0.0x0.400x270.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOSSIP OUTBREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hang on- Just look at Chase Crawford in the picture. His hair in the wind, that face ah! to DIE for!! *drools all over keyboard*♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt; is going to join the cast in Season 3 Gossip Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lizzie-McGuire-tv-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 421px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lizzie-McGuire-tv-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SAT WHAT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;WAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay she doesn't look like that now and she looked far more glamorous as a kid than I did but still!! In GOSSIP GIRL?! I think I will only be able to picture "Lizzie Mcguire" in Gossip Girl. I still think Lindsay Lohan would make a much more suited role but maybe she's too thin at the moment and the produces don't want to put her on set cause this will influence little girls to think that fat= tak-glam* and then they'll get obssesed trying to look like thin Lindsay and then they'll have anorexia or bullimia or something bahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* tak-glam: not glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I was some physco kid who loved Lizzie Mcguire and even have TWO of Hilary Duff's original albums ( I liked them ok) and I love her hair in the second album! To the extent I took her picture and asked my hair dresser to cut my hair like hers. Epic fail lah obviuosly. The last time I went my hair dresser said: " Aiya, your hair is not long enough, and you have so much split ends sorry I have to cut minimum 3-4 inches." T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxcjMo5kito/SQc-gk4mQ8I/AAAAAAAAEQo/d0UdC5H_A_o/s400/hilary_duff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxcjMo5kito/SQc-gk4mQ8I/AAAAAAAAEQo/d0UdC5H_A_o/s400/hilary_duff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Hilary Duff filled so much of my childhood. Especially in Lizzie Mcguire.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the old Disney?&lt;br /&gt;Now all we get is that HANNAH MONTANA-POP IT-LOCK-IT-POLKA-DOT-IT crap.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 'This is what dreams are made of'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( If you can't relate to this obviously you are either still in the High School Musical Team or you are, face it, old. hahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic thing is that I just watched one episode of Lizzie Mcguire yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want judgement! I was bored! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG question now is:&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS GOSSIP GIRL GOING TO BE LIKE WITH HILARY DUFF IN IT??!!?&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS SHE GOING TO BE?!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T SAY SHE HAS A MAKE UP SCENCE WITH NATE ARCHIBALD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/07/hilary-duff-gossip-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/07/hilary-duff-gossip-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! She already looks out of place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath-and- sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only wait.&lt;br /&gt;Previewing 14th September 2009 people.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2099251136487357889?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2099251136487357889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2099251136487357889' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2099251136487357889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2099251136487357889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/gossip-outbreak-hang-on-just-look-at.html' title='Duff Gossip'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxcjMo5kito/SQc-gk4mQ8I/AAAAAAAAEQo/d0UdC5H_A_o/s72-c/hilary_duff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1142995851345753669</id><published>2009-08-06T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:33:13.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The key to her heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wondering what to buy to make it up to her?&lt;br /&gt;Fear not! Tiffany is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366796205165898834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Snqwts7T7FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jMJNImW9FxQ/s400/Tiffany_Key_Pendants.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; I want. I want them all. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-1142995851345753669?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1142995851345753669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1142995851345753669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1142995851345753669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1142995851345753669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/wondering-what-to-buy-to-make-it-up-to.html' title='The key to her heart.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Snqwts7T7FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jMJNImW9FxQ/s72-c/Tiffany_Key_Pendants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3693175596757563610</id><published>2009-08-06T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:17:04.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Song Parody after Barney's</title><content type='html'>Sing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Ironic by Alanis Morissette &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---- Click click!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Young girl wants to be a big name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; In movies they must all be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; She won't need to sing or to act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Just loose all of her body fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; And isn't moronic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It's insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; That they loose so much weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It's young to cope with no food on her plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It's a malady barfing up a cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; They think they're so cute, stick figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ipod went nuts on me yesterday. Was doing sit ups in the gym and then all of a sudden:&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What-goes-around-comes-around&lt;/span&gt;-*- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;gimmie-gimmie-gimmie&lt;/span&gt;-* - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JAI HO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;-*- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nobody-nobody&lt;/span&gt;-*----"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought my ipod had terminal cancer at that time. It was still not functioning like a sane ipod until I tried bending the headphone remote ( just a bit) at what do you know! I cured cancer. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked my flight yesterday night. I'm coming back on the 23rd November people.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair cut, facial, 'sun yun loong' coffee, canning garden chee cheong fun, stadium wan ton mee, chaw keuh teow, ice kacang, LOW MEI CHI, foo san dim sum, canning garden beef noodles, hakka mee, sambal petai, papayas, rambutans, durians ( high doubt they'll be in season), chicken rice, ice cream potong oh and last but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIAN YEAR END MEGA SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE I COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course I wanna see my friends! be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered doing a surprise come back again.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&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/5466908404996268024-3693175596757563610?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3693175596757563610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3693175596757563610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3693175596757563610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3693175596757563610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-song-parody-after-barneys.html' title='Best Song Parody after Barney&apos;s'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4989739253717474645</id><published>2009-08-04T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:43:36.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greasy fry, it cannot lie, its truth is written on your thigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sngs7QvY48I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FXRQdpCmric/s1600-h/0525medium_533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366088352629580738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sngs7QvY48I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FXRQdpCmric/s400/0525medium_533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/blogs/themedium/posts/0525medium.533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I worth so much more than a greasy fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5466908404996268024-4989739253717474645?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4989739253717474645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4989739253717474645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4989739253717474645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4989739253717474645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/greasy-fry-it-cannot-lie-its-truth-is.html' title='The greasy fry, it cannot lie, its truth is written on your thigh.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sngs7QvY48I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FXRQdpCmric/s72-c/0525medium_533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4039534742958321029</id><published>2009-08-02T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:43:37.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ugly child</title><content type='html'>My school wants my year 8 photograph.&lt;br /&gt;Year 8, technically that means my form one photograph. Why would any one keep a Form One photograph of yourself here? Like who?! Unless you were gorgeous at that time but I choose to believe Form One was like our worse time of my life. Image wise that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I have lots of other picture of me and my friends with me but you know. Just now ones that have only me in them. Gosh. I think the only individual photo of me close to when I was 13 is my IC. gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU4BYXuY-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VKXqPPv0jl4/s1600-h/IMG_1719vhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU4BYXuY-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VKXqPPv0jl4/s400/IMG_1719vhg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256127454798818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I have my face covered up with the purikura picture me mayshan june and wennie took last January! Haha! But only because I shyt you not I was an extremely ugly child, pre-teen, teenager, whatever kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRUM ROLLS&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU4BxuM4CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PhxTFi35_Tw/s1600-h/IMG_172045678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU4BxuM4CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PhxTFi35_Tw/s400/IMG_172045678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256134259957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZOMG-WTH-FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would never forgive myself for publishing my ugliest photo ( TO DATE) on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY IMAGE IS RUINED! *WAILS* Friends who see this are going to laugh and mock me for the rest of my life. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder how my mother could have loved me at that time. omg lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! This is why it's about time to change my IC! I've shown a few of my friends my IC and their reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" THAT-IS-NOT-YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've seen worse IC's. One of my friend looks like an Indonesian Maid in hers! haha! But don't told her I told you that lol. Come to think of it mine doesn't look any different from an Indonesian Maid either. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know who I blame for such an ugly photo of myself? The government of course! Who else better to blame than the government! :D Haha!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if i remember, I WAS NOT READY when that photo was taken. Same goes to my L lisense. Like what the hell lah. At least you could have the courtesy to say: " Eh, ah moi, tangkap gambar sekarang ya 1-2-3" oh but nooo, they just ask you to look into the camera, and they do something else for 2 minutes or so and before you know it, *flash* photo taken. And also! I blame the bad lighting. and the lousy cameras. and the bad people who don't care what you look like in the photograph. yep. thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I should be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that I don't have to follow stupid school rules that restrict me to have hair st a certain length.&lt;br /&gt;Thank orthodontists.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the world for masacara, eye liner and foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU61hx6fYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_dzZaTuCrMs/s1600-h/image200908010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU61hx6fYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_dzZaTuCrMs/s400/image200908010001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365259222357015938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My mother thinks I'm fat. I was talking to my dad the other day through the phone and out of the sudden some woman's voice in the background. ' How many kilos have you lost?' and then my dad goes: " Oh. Mummy wants to know how many kilos you've lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Actually I think I'm fat also but thanks mom. Thanks for reminding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4039534742958321029?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4039534742958321029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4039534742958321029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4039534742958321029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4039534742958321029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugly-child.html' title='An ugly child'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SnU4BYXuY-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VKXqPPv0jl4/s72-c/IMG_1719vhg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7203649966077233789</id><published>2009-07-30T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:50:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/19/5e/a7/wait-for-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/19/5e/a7/wait-for-me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds doesn't seem to be enough for me. Somedays I just feel like I haven't done enough, and before I know it, it starts all over again. A brand new day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds has begun yet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much work is enough for us to say " yes. I've had a very productive day". How can you measure "productivity" in a day? That you finished all your assignments? That you managed to put your kids in bed at the end of the day? That you manage to finish 10 episodes of Sex and the City?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is, it will never be enough. Time will never be enough for me. I will always feel like I haven't accomplised enough by the end of the day. It's just like going to the gym. You run on the threadmill for 30 minutes and while running through during that time you just tell yourself, "just get through the next five minutes" or you find distractions. In my case, I plug in my ipod and tell myself that the run will be over once 10 songs are over. But right after. I feel like I haven't done enough. I hop onto one of the bikes and then start paddling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never finish the task on my " to-do list". Maybe it's because I'm too ambitious, wanting to finish one chapter of chemistry, 2 chapters of maths, one chapter of biology in a mere 5 hours that I have after school. And when the night creeps in and knowing I have to wake up 6 hours later, guilt hits me, knowing that I haven't done what I wanted to in the 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds that just passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say it's my problem and that I'm being paranoid ( yet once again) but why is that I always have that feeling that other people, with the same 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds can accomplish so much more than me?&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-7203649966077233789?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7203649966077233789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7203649966077233789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7203649966077233789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7203649966077233789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-for-me.html' title='Wait for me'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-657420909913899717</id><published>2009-07-26T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:09:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dreamt the worse dream I could have possibly dreamt.&lt;br /&gt;No it wasn't about boogie monsters or some little kid with black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And no it wasn't about me dying it in bed of lillies.&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I was Fat! not like I am already but like OBESE FAT. T__T&lt;br /&gt;And I had really bad hair. Like oily flat hair.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. It was baddd.&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd that was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Gym session right after school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-657420909913899717?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/657420909913899717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=657420909913899717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/657420909913899717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/657420909913899717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-9150875710500125683</id><published>2009-07-20T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:18:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://benson.hk-beauty-centre.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/spider_lily_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://benson.hk-beauty-centre.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/spider_lily_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish to die on a bed of lillies.&lt;br /&gt;Where I would no longer scream.&lt;br /&gt;But a girl can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to die on a bed of lillies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-9150875710500125683?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/9150875710500125683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=9150875710500125683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9150875710500125683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9150875710500125683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/lilly.html' title='Lilly'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4036784734691208628</id><published>2009-07-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:24:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i smell depression nearing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4036784734691208628?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4036784734691208628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4036784734691208628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4036784734691208628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4036784734691208628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-smell-depression-nearing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-252561722243589108</id><published>2009-07-19T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:28:01.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless my heart</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad bad blogger. Abandoning my blog like this. And what was all that talk about wanting to be a full time blogger if I can't get into uni. Oh well. I have an excuse. Yes. Thats the least I can come up with when I've done something... wrong. Well in this case not wrong but rather not doing something. okays. anyways. why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos&lt;br /&gt;COS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is so F----reaking slow. 11kb/s. Thats like...TORTURE. And i still have to share it with 4 other people. Bahhh~&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly internet is bearable now and hence I'm blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll make this really brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents came to visit&lt;br /&gt;We saw whales!&lt;br /&gt;Mom complained how fat I am. T^T&lt;br /&gt;And how much stuff I bought...&lt;br /&gt;So I joined the gym.&lt;br /&gt;So far so good&lt;br /&gt;No results...yet? I suppose&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm too paranoid to weigh myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Schools starting on TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Back to being emo.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that I hate in my life right now,&lt;br /&gt;it's school.&lt;br /&gt;My table is loaded with assignments as high as 'Cameron Highlands' lol&lt;br /&gt;Undone, untouched assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I got myself watching Rosy Business ( It's damn good u guys should watch it)&lt;br /&gt;And ugly betty&lt;br /&gt;but i think i should stop lah&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Bless My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grh! This is such a crappy post I have second thoughts whether to publish this or not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-252561722243589108?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/252561722243589108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=252561722243589108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/252561722243589108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/252561722243589108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/bless-my-heart.html' title='Bless my heart'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1907249377986501386</id><published>2009-07-10T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:58:37.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-1907249377986501386?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1907249377986501386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1907249377986501386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1907249377986501386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1907249377986501386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-change.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-5113680153497097692</id><published>2009-07-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:27:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 facts</title><content type='html'>WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: My Mummy! She and dad are coming tomorrow omg omg!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Li-Shan&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Unshamed- Starfield&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Er... two months ago? If I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: I think so?&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: hah. no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: hah.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: define lost.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: Hell yea?! Who hasn't been depressed in their life before can go jump off a building I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Grey. ( i know right. such a sad colour)&lt;br /&gt;13. white?&lt;br /&gt;14. any colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: LOTS and lots!!&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: hah.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: I think....nah...not to the extend that I cried. The last time I did that however was while me and my friend's were at wennie's apartment pool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: I always knew. =)&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friends list: Yer.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Friendlist as in msn or what now?&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: I want....er. depends how painful labour is. =S&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Not here though no. I have a chihuahua back home. =)&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: YESH. My chinese name. Thanks a lot dad. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Went out with Michelle to the city. And cried cos i thought my parents forgot my birthday. (they only called at 10pm) yes, I hear you mocking at me.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 9-ish?&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight: At Michelle's house. Watching Glimore girls?&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: To see my parents! =D&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: 29th January, wah so sad case ok.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Procrastination. and my weight. hah.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Starfield&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Some person who went through my stuff. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Facebook? Blogger?&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: Nouveena Chai Kar Yoke. There! I said it. Call me Kareoke if you like hah.&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: Veena, Ribena, Yalkult, Ah Yoke, Nouv, DAMSYIK! AHAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single and FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: The double fish pieces.&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Why do you even ask. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?: Winthrop Primary, SJK(C) Ave Maria Convent, Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: SMJK Ave Maria Convent, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;43. College?: Winthrop Baptist College bah!&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Dyed and faded. =_=&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Long =D&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 161cm? 163cm? around there I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?:  No. Sad case right. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: Wah. perasan much?&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: One on each ear. I want second ear piercings but I'm too much of a chicken to get them now.&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: Doesn't cutting my umbrilical cord count?&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: 5! or 4? I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Lee Yuan Yee HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Netball at 10.&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Er... was too young to remember oh yea! Australia perhaps? When I was a few months. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: I'm sick of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Continue studying chem =_= fml.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: Starfield!&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: This thing to end. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;64. What kids?: Yes. I want a girl! =)&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: I don't want to end up alone in a wheel chair knitting with 7 cats thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Unsure. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: I want both. =)&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Hell no if he's shorter. No.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: I don't want myself looking old and shaggier than him thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Both in moderation please.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Trouble maker! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger : Do dogs count?&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: 8D&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: I wish!&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: Yer.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: hah.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: I hope not ever.&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: hah.&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Yea. =(&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: Don't we all start out as friends??....oh, maybe perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: At times.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: My God is Almighty. =D&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: Not really. Blame Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: "heaven is a wonderful place, filled with glory and grace, I wanna see my Saviour's face, heaven is a wonderful place~"&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: I used to... until.... santa didn't get me a pony. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Hmm. I have to think bout this and get back to you later. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: hah.&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? : I always do.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: hah.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: Hm. Back last year. Bummer cos spm was in the way, it not last year would have been AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: Second day of Kl trip, at the swimming pool hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Frankly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! done finally!&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have been uber great so far. I went on a major shopping spree and bought leggings, a top, a dress... sales are everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad coming tomorrow I'm SUPER EXCITED! But first, let me hide my purchases first. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-5113680153497097692?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/5113680153497097692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=5113680153497097692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5113680153497097692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5113680153497097692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-your-1.html' title='99 facts'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1485091793890765925</id><published>2009-07-01T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:54:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari pertama Julai dua ribu sembilan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seriously don't know what to blog right now but it's the 1st day of July and I thought it would be nice to post something oh wells nothing much happened today oh not wait I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tripped&lt;/span&gt; on the power cord in biology class and now I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bruised knees&lt;/span&gt; and thank gawd I was wearing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt; cotton stockings cos if I was wearing the normal ones they would have holes in them and I cannot afford new stockings so there, there sums up my whole day and now I have to study for a biology topic test on homeostasis and all that crap which is tomorrow which I am still not prepared for  and waiting for Jon to pick me up to go to the library to study but hey it's the last day of school tomorrow for this term so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hah&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/5466908404996268024-1485091793890765925?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1485091793890765925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1485091793890765925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1485091793890765925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1485091793890765925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/07/hari-pertama-julai-dua-ribu-sembilan.html' title='Hari pertama Julai dua ribu sembilan'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2618280412498934272</id><published>2009-06-27T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:34:36.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her royal chamber.</title><content type='html'>So I finally managed to clean my room and unpack and settle down!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how happy I am to have found a place to stay for the one month ( before I move again. =_=ll ) Yep. I'm moving in another 3 weeks. Anyways! Big thanks to the Big Guy above for giving me a place to stay for the one month. And it's just not a place. It's a place with an extra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;! A P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;lace! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah. Maybe not so much of a palace since I don't have hot guy maids to serve me around hahaha. Wennie are you reading this?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here; I present to you, this palace of mine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikhW00bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A04SgPK10fM/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikhW00bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A04SgPK10fM/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351932849256976818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice right! Looks as if I'm living in some 'Show House' I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my royal bed chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhPGCYIMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/F-faknKHGBM/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhPGCYIMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/F-faknKHGBM/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931381634572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not royal since I doubt that there're any princesses who sleep on the floor. Which reminds me of that story. The princess and the pea. The princess who sleep on top of 20 matresses and still felt a pea! under the the 20 matresses. Seriously. I'm just too tired whenever I go to sleep I knock right out into wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhPas3UII/AAAAAAAAAUw/FTnrvd3FDwA/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhPas3UII/AAAAAAAAAUw/FTnrvd3FDwA/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931387181486210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, who needs a bed when you have a full length mirror in your room?? HAH. I didn't even have a full length mirror back home in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhP6jO6-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3mfJneVnWq0/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhP6jO6-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3mfJneVnWq0/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931395731024866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the stretcher bed my housemate lent me but I'm too paranoid to sleep on that thing. Now's it's just there for me to dump my junk on it lol. Oh. Amanda, thats the conatainer of skin/hair/make up products I was talking about. omg right. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhQEVlLQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8OXYTv90C-I/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhQEVlLQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8OXYTv90C-I/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931398358117634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bigger than it looks. My photo taking skills suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhQRZ5puI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9egtmxUbn8E/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXhQRZ5puI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9egtmxUbn8E/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931401865897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about the bathroom is that it has a super duper big mirror!! thats just 3/4 of the mirror. I'm definately having a mirror as big as this in my future house. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXijuqsQrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uZYZ2yy2Oog/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXijuqsQrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uZYZ2yy2Oog/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351932835650093746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikLKLpXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mFY8MpBr510/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikLKLpXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mFY8MpBr510/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351932843298366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KITCHEN!! woohooo!! I think this kitchen would be perfecto if we had a 2 door fridge. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least the very messy living area. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikZY-ghI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OiukP4n7WYg/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikZY-ghI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OiukP4n7WYg/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351932847118516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... now I myself ain't too impressed bout my house anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Beats having to bulk in someones house! At least I have a place when my parents come. yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is that my journey to school is now 1 and a half hours. T_T&lt;br /&gt;But I get to pass by the city every morning. And that makes me happy! Very happy actually. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how much is the rent you ask.&lt;br /&gt;$100per week. w/o utilities.&lt;br /&gt;and internet&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;$1&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;1GB&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2618280412498934272?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2618280412498934272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2618280412498934272' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2618280412498934272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2618280412498934272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/her-royal-chamber.html' title='Her royal chamber.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkXikhW00bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A04SgPK10fM/s72-c/IMG_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6748518609257998705</id><published>2009-06-26T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:01:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace MJ</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, logged into facebook, only to find out that Michael Jackson is DEAD!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock right now. Grew up listening to his songs, dancing to his music videos ( although I do admit the triller video gave me some nightmares)... I can't even remember how young I was when I knew who Michael Jackson was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may judge him because of his plastic surgery that went wrong, accuse him of child molestation but I must say Michael Jackson is one of the world's most best performing artist. Man! He was the creator of moon walking!&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, rest in peace, King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gald we danced to MJ's Beat it last year for graduation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.michael-jackson-trader.com/tours/pics/dangeroustour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.michael-jackson-trader.com/tours/pics/dangeroustour2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beat that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6748518609257998705?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6748518609257998705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6748518609257998705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6748518609257998705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6748518609257998705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace-mj.html' title='Rest In Peace MJ'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3431710588004544715</id><published>2009-06-24T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:00:40.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day.</title><content type='html'>I don't care that it's 10.04pm now and I have a Biology Test tomorrow which I haven't studied for I beh tahan I need to blog already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. About the "no internet" thing. I have internet back!! YAY!! Someone should present me an award for survuvuing without internet for 5days. 5 DAYS! Even my plurk karma dropped to 77 only...so much for reaching nirvana. hah. Come to think of it, HOW on earth did I survive last time without internet. OMG man. I still remember having to cycle all the way to Amanda's house just to use her internet. Sad sad times. Wait. Sad that I had to cycle all the way to Amanda's house. Not sad to spend all that time in Amanda's house. I really miss those times. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So a brief update about my where abouts now. I've been sooooo busy these few days moving up and down. I shyt you not I didn't know I had so many stuff with me. One 30 litre container was just enough to fit in all my hair accessories/skin/hair/make up/ products and gawd knows what else. How would I know had 9 pair of shoes and more than 6 bags with me??? No wonder my mom scolded me when I came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You go there to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STAR-DEE*&lt;/span&gt; or to attend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FASHION SHOW&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my mom, that day while on video call with her, she said I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat.&lt;/span&gt; Wah. Uber upset lorh. I know I'm fat lah. And yes I know I put on quite a bit, but for my mom to say that 9876567 miles away.... I shall say no more. double sad face. Was so upset I threw all my food away. Well not all lah, but pretty much everything. My milo, nutella, honey, peanut butter, mayonaise, some packets of instant noodles.... Aih. You think I CHOOSE TO BE FAT MEH. I also want a body like Gisele Bundchen lahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ruggedelegantliving.com/a/images/Gisele.Bundchen.VS.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 459px;" src="http://www.ruggedelegantliving.com/a/images/Gisele.Bundchen.VS.05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now surviving on oats. I wanna lose weight before my mummy and daddy come in 10days time. Later I would have to hear them nag saying how could I have let myself eat so much and become like that. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I was never thin to begin with anyways. I was never thin before in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;How enlighting.&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY I WILL BE THINNER THAN I WAS EVER BEFORE HAH.&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;I swear Marie Body France is going to make a lot of money from me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I got carried away. And now I'm too tired to tell you all in detail all about my house moving because I wasted all my energy on telling you how fat I am etc. Anyways. I'm now living temporary in an extra room my housemate (from the old house) has. The house here is super new and super nice! It's like A HOTEL LORH! I know you guys don't believe me, but the house is even BETTER than my own house in Ipoh. Omg I can't describe here how happy and lucky I am to live in such luxury in Perth. Will take photos of the house once I start unpacking and everything. I'm practically living out of my suitcase right now. Thank gawd for school uniforms. I just have to wear the same thing everyday hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends so much! :'(&lt;br /&gt;Had a 4 way convo with Wennie, Mayshan, Woon yesterday. How ironic eveyone is in different places at that time. Felt so close when talking to them but yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Video called with Agnes just now. Tak sangka we can talk for one hour easily. =(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home!&lt;br /&gt;146 days here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Reminiscence picture for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkI9fzjxZVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8XC-O_fQjJs/s1600-h/PA010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkI9fzjxZVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8XC-O_fQjJs/s400/PA010072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350906923895055698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Raya at Emylia's house! The theme was orange colour but as you can see come people refused to wear orange simply beacuse they didn't have anything orange apa lah. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have one after every post I publish next time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* STAR-DEE= Also pronounced as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; in english hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3431710588004544715?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3431710588004544715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3431710588004544715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3431710588004544715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3431710588004544715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-day.html' title='One day.'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SkI9fzjxZVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8XC-O_fQjJs/s72-c/PA010072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-5723669832761864512</id><published>2009-06-22T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:00:07.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Birthday June =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sj-Ld9k-27I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QTrk5MBTPBQ/s1600-h/junee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sj-Ld9k-27I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QTrk5MBTPBQ/s400/junee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350148229201583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear June,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! Thank you for being such a good friend through out my secondary school life, especially in form 2 and form 3. When everyone we were all like sh-es. Thanks a whole lot for introducing me to horse riding! Thanks for sharing all those 'zha-dou' jokes with us. Thanks for bringing me to my first ever kareoke session, that was your 16th birthday I remember! Do you know you're the only person I can talk to about the latest songs? (And you still are!) Thanks for cheering me up when I was down. Oh! I still remember how we played that "guess what song I am singing" game. And charades! How you made the action for 'butterfly'! Hahaha. OH! And also thank you so much for the GOSSIP GIRL episodes!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much June.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy for 18th Birthday Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry the Birthday Card I made is poorly done. =/&lt;br /&gt;Will try to improve my photoshopping skills!&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-5723669832761864512?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/5723669832761864512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=5723669832761864512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5723669832761864512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/5723669832761864512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed-birthday-june.html' title='Blessed Birthday June =)'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sj-Ld9k-27I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QTrk5MBTPBQ/s72-c/junee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4145773302894294225</id><published>2009-06-15T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:26:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, I must say this now before I go away so long that my readers will think someone might have abducted me, tied me up and push me into some jelly fish pond in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL HAVE NO INTERNET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(starting from tomorrow that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;. Literally. How is one from my generation ( born in the 90's and onwards) suppose to spend A MONTH without internet. Like seriously, it's like fishing a fish out of water and expecting it to still be alive after a month hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've been complaining so much that I almost forgot to tell you WHY in the first place will I have NO INTERNET. Well, as you all know I have to move by the end of this month right. And right now one of my housemates have already moved out, taking the washing machine, fridge, dining table and chairs, microwave and internet(tomorrow) with him. Like what-the-heck. He might as well take the roof along with him. Anyways, I don't blame him, those items ARE his. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have found a place! YES! However the down side is I can only move in on the 19th. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;19th of JULY&lt;/span&gt;. whattheheck. I'm going to be a nomad for 3 weeks. T^T&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm allowed to move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that sums up what will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happening on my blog next week, or rather month. Like, seriously, no facebook, no plurk I can tahan but NO BLOGGER??? NOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side no internet means I can focus on my studying??....maybe not. I'm pretty sure I'll get distracted by other things. Chem and Geog test on Friday. workworkwork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I get my mind into studying I start to worry where would I be living for the next few weeks. Neurotic much.&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-4145773302894294225?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4145773302894294225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4145773302894294225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4145773302894294225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4145773302894294225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/vomit-blood.html' title='Vomit blood'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3352850545498871344</id><published>2009-06-13T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:59:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminated</title><content type='html'>I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terminator&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and ended up sleeping in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: I was tired. Like very. I only sleep 4 hours the night before hah.&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: I had no whatsoever interest in this movie in the first place hah.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: The plot was stupid. If I could describe the movie in one sentence it will be- &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"shooting- oh yea, machines are taking over the world- shooting-oh they're capturing humans as well- shooting- oh. humans from all over the globe i see, not only the US- more shooting- oh. SO he's part machine as well??- bombs- oh. he's actually still human to give his body to someone else and allow himslef to die- THE END" (hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hence, conclusion is, Guys, don't bring your girlfriend out to watch this movie. Even if you pay for her. Rather, I would advise you to download this movie, and watch it on your laptop with your headphones on. So that way. No one get's hurt! Your girlfriend won't get bored/ fall asleep/ wished she was some where else during the movie and you wouldn't have to hear her nag how stupid the movie was. See? It's a win-win situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.viralblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/terminator-salvation-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.viralblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/terminator-salvation-poster2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3352850545498871344?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3352850545498871344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3352850545498871344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3352850545498871344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3352850545498871344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/terminated.html' title='Terminated'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1902439540544893186</id><published>2009-06-11T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:52:34.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.co.cumberland.nj.us/images/Aging%20&amp;amp;%20Disabled/Aging_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.co.cumberland.nj.us/images/Aging%20&amp;amp;%20Disabled/Aging_14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's official:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to grow old alone.&lt;br /&gt;In a garden.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea.&lt;br /&gt;With my 9 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-1902439540544893186?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1902439540544893186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1902439540544893186' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1902439540544893186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1902439540544893186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperation.html' title='Desperation'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-9133082986768290596</id><published>2009-06-11T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:45:53.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where soul meets body</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to live where soul meets body and when the sun wraps her arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coversation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hannah montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;what is ur problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;help! hannah montana stole my fren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU GOT THE BEEEEST OF BOTH WORLDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;u trying to annoy me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the 7 things i hate about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coversation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the chinese name for hannah montana is what you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;owh. i dun wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you must know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it's hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;乖乖女是大明星&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you read it in canto even funnier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;enuf lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm annoying everybody i see online now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i'm so blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coversation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i know your dad's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;how u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i know la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;say say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mr chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coversation 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i can do the hannah montana dance rigth now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;WHAT THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;the HOE DOWN! THROWDOWN! dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;veena♥ - on the house hunt. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;@___@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;JLow says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you wanna watch it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;go youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;type hoedown throwdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA STOLE MY FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si_eNsmMDNI/AAAAAAAAATo/eLmSB7bCWYQ/s1600-h/HannahMontanaMovieSoundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si_eNsmMDNI/AAAAAAAAATo/eLmSB7bCWYQ/s400/HannahMontanaMovieSoundtrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345735609603067090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;** When directly translated from chinese means: " goody girl is a star!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-9133082986768290596?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/9133082986768290596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=9133082986768290596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9133082986768290596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/9133082986768290596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-soul-meets-body.html' title='Where soul meets body'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si_eNsmMDNI/AAAAAAAAATo/eLmSB7bCWYQ/s72-c/HannahMontanaMovieSoundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3440019690388394183</id><published>2009-06-08T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:47:58.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold woes</title><content type='html'>It is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blardy&lt;/span&gt; cold in my room. How on earth do people survive without a heater during winter? Or is it just my problem? I think I shall have to get a heater soon.... on other thought, I might as wait for daddy and mummy to come in July and get me one so I don't have to stress myself to actually CARRY some heavy heater up and down public transport and look like some idiot hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my mom and dad, I'm so excited they're coming to visit me! Not just excited, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS&lt;/span&gt; EXCITED! They're coming for a week! And we're going to MARGARET RIVER some more!! YESSS. And finally can have some good home cooked meals.... even though mom doesn't cook that often in Ipoh but still! I'm very happy lorh! Too bad Nat can't come. Miss her like dunno what now. And Miki. my baby. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to go home now. Blardy homesick. I want to watch free movies! (courtesy of my friend Wennie, who we treat as if her dad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owns&lt;/span&gt; TGV cinemas) Can you imagine, the last movie I watched was actually Twilight. You heard me, Twilight. And that was like right after our last SPM paper, in school uniform. I actually miss watching movies a lot now. Used to go almost every 2 weeks, even during school days, after school, watch movie, and then go off to tuition class. I would watch movies here too if only they didn't cost RM30 for a ticket. ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/b/Y/D/stepupposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 534px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/b/Y/D/stepupposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank gawd for illegal downloading! Watched Step Up yesterday. The movie was so good. Made me regret stopping ballet lessons. Hmph! Come to think of it, it was mum who got me into quiting ballet! Dance classes were just too expensive at that time I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there's not much luck showing up in my house hunting. Went to see 3 houses last week, there was one which looked like some vampire house. AND NO. Not like the Edward Cullen's house but a real vampire house...like Dracula's house. Not the Cullens. Although I wouldn't mind staying in a vampire's house if it was like Edward Cullen's house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for &lt;a href="http://www.diva.net.au/"&gt;DIVA&lt;/a&gt; sales! I got 6 pairs of earrings for $5, 3 pairs of hairclips for $3, and a necklace for $5!! Cheap much! If it weren't for the fact that I'm poor right now I would have bought the whole shop down hah. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. As you all can see I got a new layout! Do you like it? I want comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my school handed in this paper. I wanted to laugh when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si0UAHTX2hI/AAAAAAAAATg/ipVkvL0u6PY/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si0UAHTX2hI/AAAAAAAAATg/ipVkvL0u6PY/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950324951505426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*click image to read*&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. It's such an insult lah! As if the whole Victoria has swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been streaming through youtube a lot lately. I watched season 5 of project runway in 4 days wth but yea! I found this so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Enf01m2KRlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Enf01m2KRlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I miss my piano.&lt;br /&gt;6 more months till I go home!&lt;br /&gt;27days more till I see daddy and mummy!&lt;br /&gt;23 days more till school term ends!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer. Feeling so hungry now but I'm on a diet and the only thing I can afford to eat are fruits but if I eat fruits now it'll just make me feel colder than I already am so I have 2 options.&lt;br /&gt;One: Don't eat and go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Two: Microwave my apple.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think I'll stick with option one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3440019690388394183?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3440019690388394183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3440019690388394183' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3440019690388394183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3440019690388394183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-so-blardy-cold-in-my-room.html' title='Cold woes'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Si0UAHTX2hI/AAAAAAAAATg/ipVkvL0u6PY/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4513359606201331476</id><published>2009-06-07T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:07:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Layout!&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to blog and to fix layout at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4513359606201331476?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4513359606201331476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4513359606201331476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4513359606201331476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4513359606201331476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-layout-too-lazy-to-blog-and-to-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-8604558227838044073</id><published>2009-06-01T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:30:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things happened over the weekends I was just too lazy to blog about them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, despite having to wash bed sheets and blankets and having to buy a new rice pot that I did not damage, the weekends went really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;My Semester exams ended! Biology was my last paper, and I couldn't finish my paper in time. =( In fact I don't think I did very good for ANY of my papers. My brain practically froze during ESL paper. Sigh. Anyways, It's all over now! I have a test free week!! YESSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exams, I went over to the oriental shop. Bought $45 worth of food. I can't stand food being to expensive here. Thats like RM100 worth of food. Imagine how much of food you can actually buy with RM100 back in Malaysia. With $45, I only manage to buy this much of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcY5S0jqI/AAAAAAAAASE/4w3b5SfTKXU/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcY5S0jqI/AAAAAAAAASE/4w3b5SfTKXU/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342285534502096546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was SUPER happy when I saw dumplings at the shop. I bought two! They tasted real bad. I had to put lots of soya sauce in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcZZ7EXsI/AAAAAAAAASM/rsdHIByf_7s/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcZZ7EXsI/AAAAAAAAASM/rsdHIByf_7s/s400/IMG_1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342285543260839618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, The best thing is; I saw a falling star! It didn't look like it was shooting though. Why do people call it shooting stars? Well, anyways, I didn't wish on it. I sort of forgot actually. sigh. But yeah! I consider myself REALLY lucky to have seen one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Was planning on going to the city but due to some circumstances, (a curse I call it) I didn't go. Went to Karen's house at night for some "if-you're-in-year-12-come-for-this-dinner" gathering. It was all good. There was this white guy there. And when he said he was from South Africa one of the girls went:&lt;br /&gt;" You're from Africa? But you're White!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It was just like the sence from Mean Girls. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We went out for Bubble tea after that. Best part is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcZqRSMLI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrOjvWpf6LU/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcZqRSMLI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrOjvWpf6LU/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342285547648987314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Some restaurant by the name of Ipoh was right next to it. Super siao. I heard the food is like HORRIBLE there. Seriously, such a disgrace to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going to wear that blouse again. Not in front of my friends here anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm too lazy to blog about Sunday. Nothing much happened on sunday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching A Cinderella Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.product-reviews.net/wp-content/userimages/2007/05/cinderellastorysoundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.product-reviews.net/wp-content/userimages/2007/05/cinderellastorysoundtrack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back so much memories. The last I watched that movie I was only 13! Hahaha. I don't know but I think movies like this are just to CON tween girls to watch them, and then they'll just assume that they'll find thier prince charming by the time they go to college, in the movies case, PRINCETON uni. Gosh. Please. wait. starting to sound desperate here.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, I still enjoyed the movie. Beats having to watch Zac Efron playing basketball with Venessa Hudgens singing in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer. Tomorrow Have to go back to school. Comfirm boring oredi. and I'll get my chemistry test back. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-8604558227838044073?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/8604558227838044073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=8604558227838044073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8604558227838044073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8604558227838044073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-happened-over-weekends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SiOcY5S0jqI/AAAAAAAAASE/4w3b5SfTKXU/s72-c/IMG_1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6263521438884780723</id><published>2009-05-28T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:30:46.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>端午节快乐！</title><content type='html'>今天是端午节可惜没粽子吃。=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I just typed a sentence in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt just told me it's Dragon Boat Festival today! I want my popo's dumplings!! However, having said that, it is NOT the end of the world. I shall try my luck at the asian shops 2moro after my exam. My last paper in fact. *throws confetti and jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2583440211_23c57c541d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 395px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2583440211_23c57c541d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english orals went okay. I was a bit surpised to be asked this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Would you marry someone outside your own culture and heritage? Why? Why not?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh. What sort of question is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-6263521438884780723?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6263521438884780723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6263521438884780723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6263521438884780723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6263521438884780723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_28.html' title='端午节快乐！'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4862445288582233742</id><published>2009-05-26T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:18:52.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShvdAumXlLI/AAAAAAAAARs/JUSfqM2dQ1E/s1600-h/26052009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShvdAumXlLI/AAAAAAAAARs/JUSfqM2dQ1E/s400/26052009_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340104787756553394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShvbgJgsCNI/AAAAAAAAARc/VVGrZt7l3hs/s1600-h/26052009_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShvbgJgsCNI/AAAAAAAAARc/VVGrZt7l3hs/s400/26052009_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103128533174482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot NOT share these pictures with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I'm kinda ENJOYING exam period. You heard me. Enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;Back to normal classes on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar Veena.&lt;br /&gt;5 minggu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sh2DUBhp3KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9-H9womsVIQ/s1600-h/26052009_006edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sh2DUBhp3KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9-H9womsVIQ/s400/26052009_006edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569113161489570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sh2CI_RIi1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GvgvTs-PlGQ/s1600-h/26052009_007edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sh2CI_RIi1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GvgvTs-PlGQ/s400/26052009_007edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567824065137490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photoshopped and improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Shvb5321usI/AAAAAAAAARk/ufY69S7MqvI/s1600-h/26052009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4862445288582233742?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4862445288582233742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4862445288582233742' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4862445288582233742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4862445288582233742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-is-for.html' title='L is for ♥'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShvdAumXlLI/AAAAAAAAARs/JUSfqM2dQ1E/s72-c/26052009_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3895044874427470452</id><published>2009-05-25T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:14:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye lappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nouveena &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kar Yoke&lt;/span&gt; Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;has decided,&lt;br /&gt;to hand over her laptop plug to Jaclyn for the weekdays,&lt;br /&gt;for the whole of Term 2,&lt;br /&gt;so that,&lt;br /&gt;she shall focus in her studies,&lt;br /&gt;and kill her facbook/ msn/ blogger/ plurk addictions,&lt;br /&gt;and she shall complain/ whine/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; no more,&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;her God,&lt;br /&gt;Has eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And is watching over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Please help me survive.&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-3895044874427470452?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3895044874427470452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3895044874427470452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3895044874427470452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3895044874427470452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-lappy.html' title='Goodbye lappy'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3167573191727813506</id><published>2009-05-21T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:03:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShVCtBLPyiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/m2Zqhc4-o2U/s1600-h/gfdsasdfhgfds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShVCtBLPyiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/m2Zqhc4-o2U/s400/gfdsasdfhgfds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338246274494745122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for internet.&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/5466908404996268024-3167573191727813506?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3167573191727813506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3167573191727813506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3167573191727813506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3167573191727813506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShVCtBLPyiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/m2Zqhc4-o2U/s72-c/gfdsasdfhgfds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-8917533437095917589</id><published>2009-05-20T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:52:53.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much is that doggie in the window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShQWy0I85cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/C4YmSbaa9AM/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShQWy0I85cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/C4YmSbaa9AM/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916520586339778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saw these two adorable chihuahuas at the pet shop today.&lt;br /&gt;Just reminded me how much I miss Miki. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other thought,&lt;br /&gt;I want Heidi Klum's body.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;Double eyelid surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-8917533437095917589?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/8917533437095917589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=8917533437095917589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8917533437095917589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/8917533437095917589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-much-is-that-doggie-in-window.html' title='how much is that doggie in the window?'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/ShQWy0I85cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/C4YmSbaa9AM/s72-c/IMG_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-6882927989813447629</id><published>2009-05-18T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:51:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku give up dah.&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa aku belajar sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Belajar pun gagal,&lt;br /&gt;Tak belajar pun gagal jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa aku nak tau bagaimana extract iron ore?&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa aku nak tau mengira nombor oxidation?&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa aku nak tau kegunnaan sulfuric acid?&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa aku nak belajar kimia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih. Dah terlalu lewat.&lt;br /&gt;Aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt; nak pilih subjek chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;11 jam lagi aku nak duduk exam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masih ku berpantun depan komputer sini.&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/5466908404996268024-6882927989813447629?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/6882927989813447629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=6882927989813447629' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6882927989813447629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/6882927989813447629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-give-up-dah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-3159621590465206559</id><published>2009-05-16T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:32:03.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My future daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vBXWHDPDGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vBXWHDPDGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so cute. I want my future daughter to be just like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-3159621590465206559?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/3159621590465206559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=3159621590465206559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3159621590465206559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/3159621590465206559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-future-daughter.html' title='My future daughter'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4131604428598445210</id><published>2009-05-14T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:11:57.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>I have so much to do I'm actually going to die tonight just to complete the darn 10 questions of Biology BUT!&lt;br /&gt;Some things are more important I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amanda's Birthday EVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And who's this girl Amanda you may ask. Well, we've known each other since form 4, she lives hell near to my house, (which makes me go to her house way too often), and I can't get enough of playing KOF with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgvoFjLRmlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dTLxZ0z-5o4/s1600-h/gvfcds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgvoFjLRmlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dTLxZ0z-5o4/s400/gvfcds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335613365590006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HERE SHE IS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS GIRL! JUST 6 MORE HOURS TILL YOU BECOME A WOMAN. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be joyful! Be Glad! Jump around! On your bed! On your room mate's bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And eventhough I'm so far away, I don't just mean that by words kay, cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgvoFtcdrYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nWcLj3iOs3M/s1600-h/IMG_1109+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgvoFtcdrYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nWcLj3iOs3M/s400/IMG_1109+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335613368346455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAH-DAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy your birthday Man!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&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/5466908404996268024-4131604428598445210?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4131604428598445210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4131604428598445210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4131604428598445210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4131604428598445210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgvoFjLRmlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dTLxZ0z-5o4/s72-c/gvfcds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-2380936033144125377</id><published>2009-05-10T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:43:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101days</title><content type='html'>Since my arrival to this sad sad land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mothers' Day! In fact my first mothers' day away from my mum. However, come to think of it, I never actually apperiated Mother's Day for the pass few years. The more the years passed the more I took foregranted mothers' day all together. No more waking up in the morning to prepare breakfast for mom. No. For the pass few years it has been more like:&lt;br /&gt;"NAT! Tomorrow's Mothers' Day! how??!"&lt;br /&gt;And then me and my sis will get all our craft stuff out and TRY to make a card in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, my comforter, my inspiration, my counsellor, the person who cares for me the most, the most beautiful woman, the queen of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. I miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgaN9_TEK3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oHXczjifk-U/s1600-h/IMG_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgaN9_TEK3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oHXczjifk-U/s400/IMG_0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106904769866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry mummy, couldn't find a better picture of you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd I didn't get anything for you cause I knew you'll rant at me how expensive the card was but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me and Nat and always putting us before you.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you soo much for being on our side when daddy gets mad at us. And in the end you get scolded by daddy himself. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Veena. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Feeling very frustrated that I don't have any old photos with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Reminder to self: Bring old photos to perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad actually. The oldest picture I have in my computer now is this one. of me and sis. once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgaR8i8KwLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2qAt3-u4Qv4/s1600-h/P4110045-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgaR8i8KwLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2qAt3-u4Qv4/s400/P4110045-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111278024278194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles people.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see me blogging for the next few weeks I'm sorry. It's either I'm really busy studying for my exams or that I've jumped down a cliff and got eaten by a giant octopus.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-2380936033144125377?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/2380936033144125377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=2380936033144125377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2380936033144125377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/2380936033144125377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/101days.html' title='101days'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SgaN9_TEK3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oHXczjifk-U/s72-c/IMG_0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-1382858219803806164</id><published>2009-05-06T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:41:15.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework 6th May 2009</title><content type='html'>First up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Biology Validation questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due date: 13th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The virus which causes myxomatosis in rabbits was originally very successful in reducing population numbers because most rabbits were susceptible to it. Over time the effectiveness of the virus has decreased. What changes could have occurred in the viral and/or rabbit populations that would explain the difference?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hmm...okay. I have a bit of idea on this one. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you explain the regional differences in human races, for example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) the darker skin of Central Africans compared to Northern Europeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b) the thick-set body proportions of Eskimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What the- How would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In some countries antibiotics are given regularly to intensively farmed animals to prevent, rather than cure disease. The aim is to enhance production.&lt;br /&gt;a) What problems may arise as a result of this practice?&lt;br /&gt;b) Could the practice influence the effectiveness of the control of bacterial infections in other animals including humans?&lt;/blockquote&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;And there are 10 questions. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Discrete Mathematics Extended Piece of work practise sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended piece of work test date: 12th May&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Pattern and Sequences.&lt;br /&gt;I only know how to the first question. As in first question 1a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SEI MOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Oxidation and Reduction&lt;br /&gt;Lets just not talk bout chem. I failed my topic test btw. 32% and thats like the lowest score in my class. GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly looks like I'm heading to a bright future huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random thought; I've been getting this a lot for the pass month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hey, nice to meet you, what's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Nouveena."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"...from Singapore?? =D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" Er... no, Malaysia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Oh. I thought you come from Singapore cause there's this place called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Novena Mrt station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=__=lll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I googled it. Novena I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;, I'm famous!&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Novena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a town in Singapore, and is within the Central Region. The area falls under the Novena Planning Area, an urban planning zone under the Urban Redevelopment Authority.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is served by the North South MRT Line at the Novena MRT Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;HAHA.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;Housing in Novena tends to be more &lt;span&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt; than other estates because of its prime location and facilities. Novena has no HDB flats, but is made up of condominiums and private housing. There are many condominiums in Novena such as Birmingham Mansions, Thomson Euro-Asia and Lion Towers. Newer condominiums include Novena Suites, Novellis, Soleil at Sinaran (2010) and coming soon...blah blah blah.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;Oh. It's more EXPENSIVE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/02/Novena%2C_panorama%2C_Aug_06.jpg/600px-Novena%2C_panorama%2C_Aug_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 214px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/02/Novena%2C_panorama%2C_Aug_06.jpg/600px-Novena%2C_panorama%2C_Aug_06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;ergh. Doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; expensive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a area="" an="" planning="" zone="" under="" urban="" redevelopment="" it="" is="" served="" by="" north="" south="" line="" at="" the="" novena="" mrt=""&gt;And I is back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-1382858219803806164?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/1382858219803806164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=1382858219803806164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1382858219803806164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/1382858219803806164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/homework-6th-may-2009.html' title='Homework 6th May 2009'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-4146744571531555397</id><published>2009-05-02T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:55:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes, quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Want to Impress Strangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/strangers.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want strangers to think you're attractive. You want to be seen as gorgeous and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your friends and family members to think you're smart. You like been seen as insightful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at your most playful when you are around family and friends. You are more serious around people you don't know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and distant with strangers. You don't let people you don't know well in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You allow almost anyone to get close to you. You welcome many people into your inner circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/"&gt;Who Do You Want to Impress?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Dusk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouduskordawnquiz/dusk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally idealistic and creative person. You look forward to nights where everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your energy on play. Work is okay, but the true you emerges after the work day is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an offbeat type that doesn't like rules or schedules. Life's too short to waste at a desk in a cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you spend your night socializing or working on side projects, you like that your time is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouduskordawnquiz/"&gt;Are You Dusk or Dawn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadreameroradoerquiz/dreamer.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are primarily concerned with possibilities. You tend to be a fanciful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the world's opportunities sometimes overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed with ideas and tend to be a big thinker. Theories interest you greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave intellectual stimulation. You are drawn to a philosophical way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadreameroradoerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Dreamer or a Doer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored. It's surprising how true the first 2 are. scary actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-4146744571531555397?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/4146744571531555397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=4146744571531555397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4146744571531555397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/4146744571531555397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizzes-quizzes.html' title='quizzes, quizzes'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-7732600434246683963</id><published>2009-05-02T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:35:12.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Week 1</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Guess I survived first week of school. Hmm. Not actually a week considering school only started on a tuesday and I skipped school on Thursday but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FLUNKED CHEM TEST. ( double sad smiley) =((&lt;br /&gt;So much for studying to the wee hours, devoting my time to 'foundations of chemistry 2nd edition' day in day out only to discover that I'll fail my chem topic test anyway. Worse thing is I just checked my assessment outline for chem and guess what. Topic tests have more weightage than the semester 1 exam. Great. Don't ask me why I chose chem to begin with. Basically I had not much of a choice, since I do not have ANY economics and accounting background, I suck big time in physics, did not qualify to take indonesian, only passed add maths twice in my life ( mind you passing mark of 30%) so applicable math and calculus is out of the question. And I thought teachers here would be better than the ones I had last year. Sigh. I shouldn't be blaming the teachers. I just don't get why other people can get like 90% in chemistry or maybe I'm just too dumb for chem. yes, thats it! I'M TOO DUMB FOR CHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I got carried away ranting about my chem test.&lt;br /&gt;It's just... I'm DAMN DEPRESSED kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school hasn't made my life any much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdxeszdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UUnNkvQd5I4/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdxeszdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UUnNkvQd5I4/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079395793489362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some tests dates have yet to put written it/ announced by teachers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, school photo day is coming up! This is the first time I felt so not like taking my school photograph. Got the price list of the photos and the moment I saw it I almost choked on my own saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMeAJKxNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uhJab2jBAss/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMeAJKxNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uhJab2jBAss/s400/IMG_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079399729710290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Next friday in fact. And just when I thought I could 'escape' photo day by not coming on the day itself guess what, my english teacher felt it was a good idea to bring forward another test of ours to 'get-it-done-and-over-with-before-the-exams'... like what the - , now that leaves me no choice but to go. And I don't even have a blazzer. ( cause I didn't buy one as it would cost 170$ brand new and 90$ second hand so yeah do the math!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Enough of school already. I went to Mamak night! Held by Curtin University Malaysian Society. Atmosphere was so sad when we first arrived but then more people showed up so things started to get in the heat! Despite the cold weather, every thing felt much similiar to the 'Ramadan Bazzar's" back home. Just that they weren't that many stalls. They even played Malay songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdkmSfqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/V7zsQKKhZDA/s1600-h/IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdkmSfqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/V7zsQKKhZDA/s400/IMG_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079392335658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food-? hmm. I only got the Ramli burger cause it was the cheapest. 4$ for a burger with ramli beef patties, cheese, egg and onion and a variety of sauces... where to find?? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdQFwUxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jx8LbA4Iodw/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdQFwUxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jx8LbA4Iodw/s400/IMG_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079386830492434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;line for ramli burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. One piece of kuih was 2 bucks. 2$! For a piece of kuih, but since I was deaperate for kuih and had extra coupons I bought it anyway. I did the math, with like 2$ I could buy like 10 pieces of kuih in Malaysia. Sigh. Nevermind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdN14b2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qTmTIfoY12g/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdN14b2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qTmTIfoY12g/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079386227044194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuih Stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih. Finish typing so much and my pictures STILL are not uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I'll write more then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more rants! I shall write about happy stuff, of white fluffy bunnies and pink unicorns and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite all my issues about school I feel greatly blessed with my friends in church and cell group. Without them I can't imagine how would I be like right now... (in an assulym maybe).&lt;br /&gt;Dunno whether anyone of you guys are reading this but THANKS A LOT for cracking me up with all the jokes and also for the company and making me feel blessed. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes. I almost forgot. Suppose to tell you guys why I have to move.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the room I'm renting is under my 3 other housemates names. Basically 3 of my housemates are the ones on the lease agreement of this house. So yeah. The contract is expiring in June and my housemates all want to live in different places. So yah. Move lorh. The only thing problem now is finding a room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466908404996268024-7732600434246683963?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/7732600434246683963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=7732600434246683963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7732600434246683963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/7732600434246683963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/05/term-2-week-1.html' title='Term 2 Week 1'/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/SfvMdxeszdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UUnNkvQd5I4/s72-c/IMG_1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466908404996268024.post-458131337154984226</id><published>2009-04-30T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:36:28.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just found out yesterday that I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVE&lt;/span&gt; by the end of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have enough things to worry about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test tomorrow. wish me luck.&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/5466908404996268024-458131337154984226?l=nouvina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/feeds/458131337154984226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466908404996268024&amp;postID=458131337154984226' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/458131337154984226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466908404996268024/posts/default/458131337154984226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouvina.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-found-out-yesterday-that-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouveena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449883086394561539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bfru_1XxRaQ/Sn2S3BBj4OI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aooD0CvPey0/S220/image200904100012_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
