<?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-6110109349999685042</id><updated>2012-01-09T00:56:44.648+08:00</updated><category term='Delete'/><title type='text'>It's a seriously colourful life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>747</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7575902292511833990</id><published>2011-09-02T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:14:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream-catchers</title><content type='html'>And of course after a 6-month-long hiatus and blogger-block, I am back just for a lil while to talk bout something. Well, obviously I'm here to talk to bout something; that's exactly what blogs are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever had a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scratch that, &lt;i&gt;everyone has dreams.&lt;/i&gt; Unless you're one of those dead-as-a-log sleepers who don't dream bout anything at all (gosh, you have no idea what you're missing). I kid, I kid. I'm not talking bout those kinda dreams. Not the "series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind" kinda dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking bout &lt;b&gt;dreams&lt;/b&gt;, the kind that you have as a kid, and then as a teenager and then as a young adult, the kind that you wish and hope will happen. &lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; kind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"a cherished aspiration, ambition, or idea."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are taught to think about their future when they're still mere kindergarten kids. They are asked questions like, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Most of them have ridiculous answers like, "I wanna be a princess / race-car driver /etc." Then grown-ups look at them, amused and tell them that they can be whatever they want to be; you just have to work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years pass, and you're in your last year of primary school and you get asked the same question again. Your choices have matured. Some of you say, "I wanna be a teacher / doctor / scientist / etc." And some of you still stick to your kindergarten choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of high school and a lot of you want to be rich and famous or do what you love like being an actor, a singer, an artist, etc. This is when your teachers start giving you funny looks and tell you that &lt;b&gt;you can't do it&lt;/b&gt; and try to direct you to choosing more "sensible" jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you're at your last year of high school and again you get asked that question, seriously this time. Some people long for others to ask them, some people dread it. It's true that one is probably the most confused about their future when they are in their last years of high school, when the future is actually standing right there, ready to greet you and take you on a longer, harder journey. Some of you start considering more mature choices like, "I'm going to be a surgeon / accountant / biochemical engineer / lecturer / etc." Teachers are happy that you are so ambitious and ready to chase that much more sensible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you still stick to your start-of-high-school dreams. The "impossible" ones. The ones that make your teachers cringe.&lt;br /&gt;And you are so intent on chasing that dream that you really don't give a * about what other people think. Whether your parents support you or not, you're gonna go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those people that have stuck to that &lt;i&gt;impossible&lt;/i&gt; dream, those people who risked everything, those people who chased it, &lt;i&gt;those people who succeeded in catching up and grasping it&lt;/i&gt;, that deserve respect.&lt;br /&gt;The ones that became wonderful actors, singers and artists, doing the things they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, respect also goes to all the other people who in the end reached success, whether or not they like what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people who had wonderful dreams at the start of high school and ended up changing their minds in the end. Most of them just decided that it was safer to be sensible bout their future jobs, to not take any risks, to just earn the money and live their life. Others were discouraged by their parents. And others just suddenly had epiphanies and realised that from being an actor, they wanted to do actuarial science instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite sad that some of them gave up their actual dreams to chase new logical ones. But I won't judge their choice because in the end, it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; choice and I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad to say that since kindergarten I've always wanted to be an artist. And after high school, I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;joining an art course. And I will be what I've always wanted to be and do what I've always wanted to do. Fortunately, I have the support of both my parents, all my friends and a few of my teachers. I know it's not gonna be easy and I might lose some hope along the way, but I'm not going to let that dream out of my sight, not even for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lil too precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7575902292511833990?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7575902292511833990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7575902292511833990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-catchers.html' title='Dream-catchers'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1965661933661705187</id><published>2011-02-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:29:14.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward turtles</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a break from doing my annoying load of prefect work. And so, I will tell you about my awesome Saturday....which was two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something somewhere on the internet that said something like, "You have to have bad days in order to appreciate the good days." And that's exactly what I thought to myself on Saturday. It's quite amazing how good that day was. It was just a normal day with friends and it was just......&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;. And I was just so very....happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall describe my good day and if you're the sorta person who just can't stand other people being so happy, I advise you to maybe go back to your Facebook-ing or maybe turn off the computer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Saturday started off like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YfbjlxHP51s/TWn7_TXqcHI/AAAAAAAADHU/dv4dSvEOJhQ/s1600/IMG_0750.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YfbjlxHP51s/TWn7_TXqcHI/AAAAAAAADHU/dv4dSvEOJhQ/s640/IMG_0750.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we've got Andrew looking outside the window, part of Jasmeet's head,  Nishanth's back, Lydia smiling at the back and HOLY SHIT JASMIN. Love  the face la. Oh and Nat and Kok Yan are hiding. Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture up there is only &lt;i&gt;part&lt;/i&gt; of the Editorial Board of my school. These people, including me, were chosen to go for the School Magazine Workshop organized by HELP Uni and we were all pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole car journey to HELP was just plain noise. My dad, who was driving, was just like -_____-&lt;br /&gt;He was probably thinking, "DAMN KIDS. MY SATURDAY MORNING IS RUINED." But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we reached HELP and realised that we were one of the three schools out of 20+ wearing normal clothes. Everyone else were in their school uniforms or Ed Board t shirts (how intimidating). And there we were, in our t shirts/checkered shirts and jeans with our sling bags standing around, looking quite embarrassed. BUT WHAT THE HECK WE GOT OVER IT COS WE STOOD OUT YEAHHH&lt;br /&gt;We were cool :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed in, got a random piece of paper with a number on it, filled up some forms and proceeded to the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E3vC9rPBSSg/TWuGJe_QF4I/AAAAAAAADHc/o0BNAprtidk/s1600/IMG_0757.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E3vC9rPBSSg/TWuGJe_QF4I/AAAAAAAADHc/o0BNAprtidk/s640/IMG_0757.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how everyone's in their school uniform?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cPfUsvFuXbo/TWuI4WVbk_I/AAAAAAAADHg/BWurXBj8DGk/s1600/IMG_0751.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cPfUsvFuXbo/TWuI4WVbk_I/AAAAAAAADHg/BWurXBj8DGk/s640/IMG_0751.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And how we're the odd ones out?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, once we were all settled in, Mr. Dhanesh, or should I say &lt;i&gt;Uncle&lt;/i&gt; Dhanesh (since I've known him since I was a mere toddler) gave a welcome speech&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H5kHwxBUtsU/TWuY0UWemHI/AAAAAAAADHo/f3yTHXnF6PI/s1600/IMG_0765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H5kHwxBUtsU/TWuY0UWemHI/AAAAAAAADHo/f3yTHXnF6PI/s640/IMG_0765.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and all went well until &lt;i&gt;we were split into groups according to the numbers that we were given when we signed in&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me tell you this, I don't think much bout making new friends. But when faced with a situation where I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have to mingle around and talk to people I don't know, I'd rather not. Okay, to sum it all up: I'm anti-social. I feel awkward around new people and when I actually &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to be sociable, they just look at me all weird. Probably cos I make very lame remarks that end with an awkward smile or......you know what, let's carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we were divided into groups and each group was sent to different lecture halls for an ice-breaking session. I hate those words. &lt;i&gt;Ice-breaking session&lt;/i&gt;. The first thing that comes to my mind is me on a frozen lake and someone purposely knocks the icy surface with a hammer and the ice cracks and I'm trying to run away but the crack is catching up with me and it gets bigger and then the ice actually breaks into pieces and I fall into the freezing water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yea ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily in the theater earlier, I somehow made a new friend, a girl from St. Mary's and she got into the same group as me. So we walked together to the lecture hall we were supposed to go to and I didn't feel so awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ice-breaking activity that all of us had to go through was the famous newspaper dance, but instead we did it on mahjong paper. Oh yea, you're probably thinking, "pffffft, mahjong paper, so easy." &lt;b&gt;HELL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were divided again into groups of five. So is a mahjong paper big enough? Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6NiHWGMIAfs/TWuXI-vAOeI/AAAAAAAADHk/90ji6mctwRs/s1600/IMG_0769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6NiHWGMIAfs/TWuXI-vAOeI/AAAAAAAADHk/90ji6mctwRs/s640/IMG_0769.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that lil white &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; at the bottom of their feet is the mahjong paper after being folded in half bout 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The joys and wonders of climbing on people just to get to know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This all lasted for bout 15 minutes and then we were back in the theater with everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the day went on smoothly. Got a lot of info from the talks given, one of them by Mr. Siva, or Uncle Siva (cos he too has known me since I was a mere toddler).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v1zixXSw2zc/TWug_gQb2yI/AAAAAAAADHs/UZImGEa4RWI/s1600/IMG_0782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v1zixXSw2zc/TWug_gQb2yI/AAAAAAAADHs/UZImGEa4RWI/s640/IMG_0782.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Explaining fonts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break was awesome. Actually, aren't &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; lunch breaks awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-41mXrD57x8g/TWumL10n_aI/AAAAAAAADHw/1KM5SjLTjlY/s1600/IMG_0796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-41mXrD57x8g/TWumL10n_aI/AAAAAAAADHw/1KM5SjLTjlY/s640/IMG_0796.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183850_1877653746133_1384941238_2158902_7380180_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183850_1877653746133_1384941238_2158902_7380180_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181938_1877656426200_1384941238_2158909_5710359_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181938_1877656426200_1384941238_2158909_5710359_n.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184210_1877657266221_1384941238_2158912_2100319_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184210_1877657266221_1384941238_2158912_2100319_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185662_1877658586254_1384941238_2158917_7008987_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185662_1877658586254_1384941238_2158917_7008987_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had the whoooole place to ourselves :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183342_1877660426300_1384941238_2158922_6030280_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183342_1877660426300_1384941238_2158922_6030280_n.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How deceiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183270_1877661146318_1384941238_2158924_4590577_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183270_1877661146318_1384941238_2158924_4590577_n.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just can't accept the fact that there's no door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180102_1877664906412_1384941238_2158939_5120494_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180102_1877664906412_1384941238_2158939_5120494_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183566_1877667266471_1384941238_2158949_329086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183566_1877667266471_1384941238_2158949_329086_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWKWARD TURTLE TIME &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with a terrorist at the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184946_1877662986364_1384941238_2158931_2391801_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184946_1877662986364_1384941238_2158931_2391801_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184666_1877661986339_1384941238_2158928_8230608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184666_1877661986339_1384941238_2158928_8230608_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183078_1877669146518_1384941238_2158954_3236137_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183078_1877669146518_1384941238_2158954_3236137_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Gabby from Stella Maris :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the day pretty much went on like this. And I'm quite sure you can feel this happy vibe from all the pictures you just saw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182666_1877670666556_1384941238_2158959_5661115_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182666_1877670666556_1384941238_2158959_5661115_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to top it all off, I had a really good Lit class with Lydia, Cassie, Andrew, Kean Hua and the new girl, Kimberly from WMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's end this post with Andrew making a funny face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183598_1877671706582_1384941238_2158962_1032159_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183598_1877671706582_1384941238_2158962_1032159_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;✌☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1965661933661705187?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1965661933661705187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1965661933661705187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/02/awkward-turtles.html' title='awkward turtles'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YfbjlxHP51s/TWn7_TXqcHI/AAAAAAAADHU/dv4dSvEOJhQ/s72-c/IMG_0750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-9137557233143559938</id><published>2011-02-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:25:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corn thorn unicorn horn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sczfish/5461011398/" title="IMG_0742 by Fishan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0742" height="471" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5300/5461011398_03723a10f5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of Friday afternoon. The whole of Saturday. The whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been used to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Could have&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But nope. My gut feeling told me to hang out with friends, stay on the computer, go to the mall, read books. And then my mind told me to feel the guilt. No, it &lt;b&gt;made&lt;/b&gt; me feel the guilt of not studying. &lt;i&gt;Buuuut &lt;/i&gt;I wouldn't do anything bout it. Just sat there, feeling pathetic and stupid and lazy and then I'd continue doing other stuff to keep me distracted from the guilt. And it would all happen again. And the cycle continued. It's even happening now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Add Maths book is in front of me now, just staring at me right in the face. I feel like slapping it away but then I'd feel the guilt &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is going nowhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's one more week and a day of exams to go through. Then that'll be over and I can focus on more important things in my life at the moment, like Ed Board work, prefect work and my art. I haven't drawn a proper picture in more than a month and I'm starting to feel a lil worried that I've lost my skill. It's a horrible feeling. So once exams are done, I'm gonna let the creative juices flow until it drowns the whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay that sounds a little disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-9137557233143559938?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/9137557233143559938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/9137557233143559938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/02/corn-thorn-unicorn-horn.html' title='corn thorn unicorn horn'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5300/5461011398_03723a10f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-850965966181877607</id><published>2011-02-17T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:13:47.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gurgle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnEOtV-5ybM/TVv2X55eJeI/AAAAAAAADHA/05tD0ce0tAY/s1600/IMG_0744.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sczfish/5450442826/" title="Breaking the Tongue by Fishan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Breaking the Tongue" height="379" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5450442826_4effd71065_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be midnight and I have an English exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet just got installed again and I've been on the computer since 8 pm. Thank God it's English tomorrow and not some stupid Add Maths paper. I haven't had proper internet for bout 2 and a half weeks, and I was just getting used to it. Getting used to sitting outside my room more and reading more and also studying more (omg). Then the unifi people came to the house today and installed, what I call at the moment, &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;lovely monstrosity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervensi 1 has been going on for two days already. Two days, and I'm already dying. But I guess the dying part's my fault since I didn't study. At all. For the exams. I feel bad but at the same time, I really couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, exams go on until the end of February and then it'll be March and I'll say "Gosh, how'd I enter the third month of my last year in high school so fast?" and then I'll get all emo and try to spend as much time with my friends as possible and not let any of it go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As if.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll probably be sitting in front of my computer (unless the internet gets cancelled again) and refusing to go on any outings with anyone cos I'm a grumpy, anti-social girl who has issues with laziness and a tendency to take 2-hour-long naps everyday in the afternoons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, on a brighter note, the 2010 school magazine got distributed today and everyone seems to like it and I'm very happy with that. Not wrong to feel a lil proud bout something once in awhile. After all, Nat &amp;amp; I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; put a lot of hard work into that 176 pages of pure awesomeness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's 176 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnEOtV-5ybM/TVv2X55eJeI/AAAAAAAADHA/05tD0ce0tAY/s1600/IMG_0744.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;❀ It's already 12:07 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-850965966181877607?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/850965966181877607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/850965966181877607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/02/gurgle.html' title='gurgle'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5450442826_4effd71065_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1934561208174449583</id><published>2011-01-17T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:06:41.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hackitty-hack-hack-hack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Come on, throat, you're killin' me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You're really killin' me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1934561208174449583?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1934561208174449583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1934561208174449583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/hackitty-hack-hack-hack.html' title='hackitty-hack-hack-hack'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4623496193415153506</id><published>2011-01-16T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:23:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber.</title><content type='html'>I'm entering my third week of Form 5 life with a terrible sometimes-phlegmy-but-most-of-the-time-dry cough, unfinished homework, tired eyes and a fear of being scolded by someone because I haven't finished with the decorations for my lil English corner in class yet since I'm the English AJK. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DECORATE, I GOT OTHER THINGS TO WORRY BOUT GAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm taking a break from all that essay-writing (what am i talking bout. i've only just done 4 paragraphs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TTKf4VXEgYI/AAAAAAAADG0/AG2g68GH_6I/s1600/Photo+113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TTKf4VXEgYI/AAAAAAAADG0/AG2g68GH_6I/s640/Photo+113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;*mirror image&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which is quite an accomplishment for me since it's homework and not an exam of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ever write well during exams because of the pressure. It's impossible for me to finish a karangan panjang on time if it's homework because I've got so many distractions. Damn distractions. But this is a new year! And with that, I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; finish this karangan panjang and be able to pass it up tomorrow. But let's continue this blog post first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I have less than a month before my first exams start, which are, unfortunately, on Valentine's Day. Not that I celebrate it. ....well, okay I do, but maybe not this year since nothing seems to be happening with the &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; part of my life &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*cough cough cough phlegm cough cough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I pity the other Form 5's who currently have a significant other and feel all frustrated that they can't spend that special day out with them or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the vice president of the photography club in my school! :D&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out yesterday that they were giving out Justin Bieber's concert tickets in BV2. I also heard that some people actually camped outside BV2 the night before. Is this true? lol&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if someone shoots JB while he's performing. I mean, we have some pretty crazy people here in Malaysia. And anyway, if he doesn't die by getting shot at, he'll probably lose his life by being suffocated by all girls below the age of 16 who are strangely obsessed with him. And when I say strangely obsessed, I actually mean that they're willing to kill anyone in the name of Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this is already making me feel a lil wary of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, there might be a strangely obsessed JB fan hiding under my bed right now, knife in hand, ready t- &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*slicing sound&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLWrYh9Lr4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLWrYh9Lr4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TTKku5It-iI/AAAAAAAADG4/Lrm4PFGf4tQ/s1600/sexycani%252B1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TTKku5It-iI/AAAAAAAADG4/Lrm4PFGf4tQ/s400/sexycani%252B1.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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'm alright, I'm alright! I totally got her. &lt;i&gt;Now where should I put her body....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4623496193415153506?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4623496193415153506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4623496193415153506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TTKf4VXEgYI/AAAAAAAADG0/AG2g68GH_6I/s72-c/Photo+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1948807084828614076</id><published>2011-01-10T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:22:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only have one life.</title><content type='html'>This morning, I walked into school, put my bag down at the prefects' corner, and was told, "En. Zainuddin, the SKBB headmaster passed away last night. Heart attack." Tell me, how many of you have walked into school and the first thing you hear from a schoolmate is that your primary school headmaster passed away?&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed very shocking news and I didn't believe it at first cos the person who told me was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, lemme just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rest In Peace, En. Zainuddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really talked you or gave you a Teacher's Day present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dunno why I feel kinda bad now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever right? Hope you're enjoying heaven now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The news spread around and I'm quite disgusted to say that most of the people who found out were pleased, or they couldn't be bothered or they just laughed. Seriously, have you no sense of respect? Yeah, we all know he wasn't such an impressive headmaster, but that doesn't mean he wasn't a good person. That doesn't mean that you get to say that he deserved to suffer a fatal heart attack in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had responses like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"OMG! Now SKBB will finally prosper!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What, seriously? Oh well, life goes on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Gasp! I can't wait to tell my mom the good news!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, no hard feelings to the people who said those up there and who are probably reading this now, thinking, "Wtf la Shannon" but, honestly, have some respect for the deceased next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You wouldn't want people saying things like that about you when your time comes, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1948807084828614076?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1948807084828614076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1948807084828614076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-only-have-one-life.html' title='You only have one life.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3478528819213299250</id><published>2011-01-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:03:00.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TSccUVFa2MI/AAAAAAAADGw/7vFwHcPd_gM/s1600/IMG_0323.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TSccUVFa2MI/AAAAAAAADGw/7vFwHcPd_gM/s640/IMG_0323.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the week&lt;i&gt;eeeee&lt;/i&gt;nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school: done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was pretty fast, if I do say so myself. This whole week hasn't been easy. On the 2nd day we already got our first batch of homework. And because teacher said so, we had to write the number of days left til the dreaded day on the whiteboard, which just adds to the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the busiest days of the week even though it was a Friday. And you know, Fridays are for........chilling. But nope, not for me. Ran from the assembly grounds to the first block and back like a million times to get errands done. Returned to the assembly grounds, out of breath to find out where the sports houses AGMs were. Hurried to the surau where the Bendahara meeting was held, along with my fellow Bendahara mates (whom I love dearly) and I could tell everyone was feeling really pumped bout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat Bendahara ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the few candidates for captain of the house.....which really really surprised me. Jezreel got the captain post in the end (the whole house put their hands up. even the other candidates, including me, rushed into the surau again and cheered). We could tell he was really pleased and everyone was really happy he was. He really deserves it. We're all here to help you out, Jezreel. You're definitely not alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I used the word "really" too many times in this paragraph. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got picked to become the treasurer, which (according to Shipren) I humbly declined and asked if I could become the head of design again instead. Luckily the teachers said yes. That made my day. This will be my third and last year as the head of design for Bendahara. Therefore, I'm gonna outdo myself, if that's even possible, and everything will be good. Everything will be good.&lt;br /&gt;I've already picked the people who are gonna be on my team and I really hope they cooperate with me. We'll see bout that next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bout the rest of the day. Had more prefect errands to do right up til the last period of school, in which I retreated to my class, feeling quite relieved that I was able to finally sit down properly. Everyone was already in the midst of doing Maths exercises and I felt quite lost. So me and some other prefects in my class decided to ask teacher to teach us again. Was quite pleased with myself that I understood and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've got a little pile of homework sitting next to me. And it's just calling out to me and maybe I should get it done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........or I could go upstairs and watch a movie with my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3478528819213299250?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3478528819213299250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3478528819213299250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TSccUVFa2MI/AAAAAAAADGw/7vFwHcPd_gM/s72-c/IMG_0323.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1408493857319728553</id><published>2011-01-05T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:47:37.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTysXITBCmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTysXITBCmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1408493857319728553?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1408493857319728553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1408493857319728553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-amazing.html' title='This is amazing.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-486150231356425383</id><published>2011-01-04T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:59:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GONNA BE REACHING 750 POSTS</title><content type='html'>On the first day of school, I got stung by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, let me correct that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my&lt;i&gt; last&lt;/i&gt; first day of school, I got stung by a bee. After all that time being in that school, walking casually down the corridors with bee-like insects flying above me, I never once got stung. Until yesterday. THAT GODDAMN BEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I angered it on purpose or anything. Not like I had this urge to swat it out of the air while it was flying around merrily, like some of the heartless people I know.&lt;br /&gt;........I got stung cos it landed on my head. And it being a natural reaction, when I felt something on my head, I immediately lifted my hand to inspect what had landed on it, and I felt something furry. Okay, obviously it wasn't like a bunny kinda furry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7V_s3yyW1Q/SgMF61ME1zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUGBL94apnA/s400/bunny11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7V_s3yyW1Q/SgMF61ME1zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUGBL94apnA/s1600/bunny11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;lol can you imagine a bunny on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a &lt;i&gt;bee&lt;/i&gt; kinda furry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitaldesktopwallpaper.com/wallpapers/digitalwallpapers/1024x768/bee_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.digitaldesktopwallpaper.com/wallpapers/digitalwallpapers/1024x768/bee_1024x768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;GAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I heard some pretty angry buzzing sounds coming from the top of my head and the next thing I know, my index finger on my right hand is burning like a ___________ and I'm actually swearing under my breath and squeezing my finger until it feels like it's gonna come off &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of my squeezing and not the sting and then Su-Yi (who had been standing next to me the whole time) told me the bee had flown away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The bee had flown away&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm like, "WHAT. WHAAAAAT?! gaahhhhhhh &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;swear swear swear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" on the outside and in the inside, I'm like, "WHAT. WHAAAAAT?! gahhhhhhh &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;swear swear swear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE A FLOWER TO YOU, YOU STUPID INSECT" And then Nat and I rush to the toilet to wash the bee sting and my finger's throbbing, ACTUALLY THROBBING, and it feels like a hot needle is being pushed into my finger and coming out the other side. And then the pain died down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then it came back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it died down again. Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a way to start my last high school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last. cue tear-filled googly eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna burrow my face in my pillow and try not to feel sad now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgTQLE5jjyY/ST2B3cPZd8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FrVh1m8gmKY/s320/58386_sad_spongebob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgTQLE5jjyY/ST2B3cPZd8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FrVh1m8gmKY/s320/58386_sad_spongebob.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That picture just made you cry, didn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-486150231356425383?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/486150231356425383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/486150231356425383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-gonna-be-reaching-750-posts.html' title='I&apos;M GONNA BE REACHING 750 POSTS'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7V_s3yyW1Q/SgMF61ME1zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUGBL94apnA/s72-c/bunny11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3657761646148871056</id><published>2011-01-01T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:41:48.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of something to write here</title><content type='html'>On second thoughts, I don't think I'm gonna write any New Year's resolutions cos of fear that I'm gonna jinx all of it. My belief in Murphy's Law is great. And since I have nothing to write about now, here's a picture I took for you to look at before you exit my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR9I_clf15I/AAAAAAAADGs/0hyFWUha0dI/s1600/IMG_0241+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR9I_clf15I/AAAAAAAADGs/0hyFWUha0dI/s640/IMG_0241+copy.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I be walking down the street with swagger, you won't know where ta look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3657761646148871056?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3657761646148871056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3657761646148871056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-of-something-to-write-here.html' title='Think of something to write here'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR9I_clf15I/AAAAAAAADGs/0hyFWUha0dI/s72-c/IMG_0241+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8763035471706214631</id><published>2010-12-31T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:05:10.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in a blog post</title><content type='html'>I pretty much have about an hour to write this post before it becomes 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....2010. It was one of those years that passed by too fast. Everything was a blur and I'm actually having difficulty thinking of the rest of the content for this blog post (since you know, everytime a person blogs towards the end of the year, they talk bout the events of that year and how their dog/cat ate their carpet, etc. .....yeah, you get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go on, lemme talk bout New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was like any other normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up (Nat woke up too since she stayed over), had McDs for breakfast, walked to school, talked to the magazine publisher, got a ride back home from Hannah, had lunch, sent Nat back home, took a nap, played tennis in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was time for the NYE dinner. Andrew Y. came over. He stayed till 10. This blog post is getting boring, I know. Had a Philharmonic Movements talk and discussed the plan for 2011 and also the rough design of the t-shirts we're gonna make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is getting really boring. I feel myself actually falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm spending the rest of New Year's Eve by my sad lonesome self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cold wind blows dramatically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm not just saying that cos I don't have any friends to spend it with. I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know that family counts too. But I am &lt;b&gt;literally&lt;/b&gt; spending it with nobody. My mom's gone off to Prof's house. My dad's fast asleep. Even my maid's gone out to spend it with her friends! The only one left is my brother, who's being an utter nuisance at the moment and who's also glued to the iPad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'll be doing the countdown, right here, in my chair, in front the computer, by myself. And then I shall go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, lets start with the talk bout the year 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a bittersweet year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I shall talk bout the bitter parts of it first:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Form 4 Pure Science Stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; horri-bleh. Probably the worst part of growing up and being an upper former in high school. But I must admit, study-wise, I really treated this year as a honeymoon year. I rarely studied, I focused more on prefect duties and designing the magazine. I didn't have the slightest care for exams and therefore, my marks were always horrible (except for English of course). I finally had a taste of Add Maths. It's poisonous. To think that I have to go through all this again but in &lt;b&gt;Hard &lt;/b&gt;mode next year is sending chills down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Losing&lt;/span&gt; the marching competition during Sports Day. But I expected it anyway. I failed Bendahara this year. As usual, I was focused on other things. But next year, I swear I'll give it my all to create the best props you will &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; see. It &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be my last year after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Being in a relationship&lt;/span&gt; which ended after 4 months. Not a long time but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And now let's brighten things up a lil bit with the sweeter parts of 2010!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;4 Dedikasi&lt;/span&gt; was a terrific class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Bendahara&lt;/span&gt;. Through this sports house, I made two new friends who would play bigger roles later in the year. Those two new friends being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR32R3WISNI/AAAAAAAADGo/uApVXdmd6eM/s1600/2009-2010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR32R3WISNI/AAAAAAAADGo/uApVXdmd6eM/s1600/2009-2010.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew Yong &amp;amp; Nishanth Selvalingam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of them being my boyfriend of 4 months and the other, my best buddy. Your guess. Or is it obvious? But whatever. It's all long gone and we're all on good terms. And that's cool I guess. I really had fun with these two the whole of 2010. You guys are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;The relationship&lt;/span&gt; that ended after 4 months. It was good. I enjoyed it while it lasted. Thanks for those brilliant 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;The Prefectorial Board&lt;/span&gt; in which I was chosen to become the Secretary 1 for the year 2010/2011. I love this group of people. It's being a prefect that makes me want to come to school everyday, just carrying out duties and contributing to the school. Plus we have cool uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Philharmonic Movements&lt;/span&gt; is the best dance group ever to be created in my school. And I'm part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Just hanging with my friends&lt;/span&gt;. They made this year worthwhile. Heck, they make my life worthwhile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so much more things. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is where this blog post will end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's 18 more minutes til 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna countdown by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy for those who are spending this time now, with their loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You shall see me again tomorrow with my New Year Resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Early New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8763035471706214631?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8763035471706214631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8763035471706214631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-in-blog-post.html' title='2010 in a blog post'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TR32R3WISNI/AAAAAAAADGo/uApVXdmd6eM/s72-c/2009-2010.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8751968995316754169</id><published>2010-12-31T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:35:47.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know, that picture of the wounded leg isn't my leg. LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8751968995316754169?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8751968995316754169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8751968995316754169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-so-you-know-that-picture-of.html' title='Just so you know, that picture of the wounded leg isn&apos;t my leg. LOL'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-358767675915341837</id><published>2010-12-30T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:40:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kechak Kechak</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: Wow, look at this building's architecture. How to describe it? "Rustic"? Maybe something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shannon&lt;/b&gt;: Balinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: ....good word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed in Bali for 8 days. Nothing much to go on about since we practically did the same thing most days. But there &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; quite a few interesting things that happened during this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Monkey Forest in Ubud is amazing. I just wanted to stay there the whole trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents, brother and I went cycling for bout 15 km, downhill, with guides of course. Which resulted in me riding myself into a freaking huge drain (with a tree growing in it too), slamming my abdominal area on the handle bars of the bicycle, stopping myself from slamming head-first into the brick wall in front of me after that, and then finally sinking into the murky, brown water that was obviously in the drain. Dad came to the rescue while my brother stood there laughing his butt off (karma will get to him sooner or later) (sooner would be better). So I got dragged out of the drain and the guide was horrified and he kept apologizing when it wasn't even his fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait not yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I then realized that I must have had some kind of wound/bruise from that trip to the big bad drain. I felt my face first (yes, vain. i know. but wouldn't anyone check their face first?). No pain. Then I felt it on both my legs. I look down and see this:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxD8eBPolI/AAAAAAAADGc/KDlx1oHFvok/s1600/3465-4896%257Ffp343%253Enu%253D3265%253E873%253E%253B4-%253EWSNRCG%253D3233597559%253B89nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxD8eBPolI/AAAAAAAADGc/KDlx1oHFvok/s1600/3465-4896%257Ffp343%253Enu%253D3265%253E873%253E%253B4-%253EWSNRCG%253D3233597559%253B89nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;And it hurts and it hurts and it hurts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I'm just joking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It appeared that I had no real serious wound where blood was gushing out by the litres. Just a very red bruise down the side of my right leg. And another smaller bruise on my left leg (and later on I checked, a small bruise across my tummy). I couldn't cycle the rest of the journey, so I hopped into a van that was being driven by the other guide. And drank lots of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;........ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why the hell am I writing in bullet-point form?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had injured myself, I couldn't go white water rafting the next day. Oh yeah, I know in my previous post I stated that I would never in my entire life go white water rafting because......you know what, just read &lt;a href="http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/bebek-bintutu.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, you can click that "here".&lt;br /&gt;But I had changed my mind bout the whole white water rafting thing and that I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went and I had that cycling accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's God telling me that my change of thought bout the white water rafting was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother and dad went for it without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Monkey Forest again and witnessed a monkey's attempt at mugging Prof.&amp;nbsp; The monkey jumped on Prof's shoulder and reached into her shirt pocket, closing its little hands on her credit card holder and also some money. But Prof was too quick for it. She held on firmly to her belongings and tried getting the monkey off her. The monkey gave up after awhile and jumped off her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey tried climbing a second time but again, Prof was too quick (that's the monkeyness in her) for it. And the monkey finally left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Prof -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Monkey - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAH! TAKE THAT YOU SIMIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay that's bout all the interesting things that happened during the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photos of the trip &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; be uploaded on Facebook. Just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxNSCVYrTI/AAAAAAAADGg/gmbCb6iWD20/s1600/IMG_0316+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxNSCVYrTI/AAAAAAAADGg/gmbCb6iWD20/s640/IMG_0316+copy.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention I was filmed there too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a screencap from the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxPbyXIvOI/AAAAAAAADGk/GFCJ4g0_Joc/s1600/IMG00270-20101229-1450+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxPbyXIvOI/AAAAAAAADGk/GFCJ4g0_Joc/s640/IMG00270-20101229-1450+copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST GODDAMN THING IN BALI BESIDES THE MONKEY FOREST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-358767675915341837?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/358767675915341837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/358767675915341837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/kechak-kechak.html' title='Kechak Kechak'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRxD8eBPolI/AAAAAAAADGc/KDlx1oHFvok/s72-c/3465-4896%257Ffp343%253Enu%253D3265%253E873%253E%253B4-%253EWSNRCG%253D3233597559%253B89nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6858437458779339148</id><published>2010-12-30T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:47:59.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI-YAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Right now I'm also actually drafting a post bout Bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Brace yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6110109349999685042-6858437458779339148?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6858437458779339148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6858437458779339148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-yah.html' title='HAI-YAH!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6620989892424887813</id><published>2010-12-21T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:10:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebek Betutu</title><content type='html'>This is probably going to be the last post you see from me.&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;Ever.&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 KID, I KID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to Bali tomorrow &lt;i&gt;eaaaaarly&lt;/i&gt; in the morning. And yea, I'll be staying there for a week.&lt;br /&gt;........a week in a hotel villa thing next to some paddy fields. What I'm going to do there? : Harvest rice for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Bali to harvest rice. For. The. Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still joking.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, about the harvesting rice part. The me-going-to-Bali part is real. And the staying-there-for-a-week part is real too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the hotel I'm staying at doesn't have any wi-fi cos they haven't set it up yet cos the hotel's still pretty new. My parents think my brother and I won't be able to survive there without any access to the World Wide Web. Therefore telling us beforehand that they'll take us to any cyber cafe we come across over there. Spoilt brats much? But yeah, I'll show them that I can live without the internet for a week!&lt;br /&gt;My brother? Well, I think he &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; die from the internet deficiency and he'll definitely grab hold of that cyber cafe chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's gonna be 5 nights in Ubud and 2 nights in Seminyak. Okay, fine, that isn't really a week. It's more like a week + 1 day. But whatever, same difference right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and brother are planning to go white water rafting over there and they asked if I wanted to go or not. I said no. Cos I have this horrible fear of falling off the raft/boat thing, hitting my head on the rocks, passing out (or dying), and the current just carrying my body until it gets stuck somewhere...then my body will be left there.....and no one will be able to find me..............................worst case scenario: I go to hell instead of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, because of the lack of internet usage, I focus more on my art. That's what usually happens anyway. I draw more when I'm in some other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of this post. See you guys next week.&lt;br /&gt;Nuffnang, please don't put the advertisments to sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extras:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRCN_tzgFHI/AAAAAAAADGU/Xo4CNowOUIY/s1600/IMG00260-20101221-1916+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRCN_tzgFHI/AAAAAAAADGU/Xo4CNowOUIY/s640/IMG00260-20101221-1916+copy.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I be havin' a potpourri christmas tree on ma shelf to make ma room smell nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I have more books, yes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRCN2HBPI_I/AAAAAAAADGQ/uF0EBrZhf2E/s1600/IMG00257-20101218-1139+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRCN2HBPI_I/AAAAAAAADGQ/uF0EBrZhf2E/s640/IMG00257-20101218-1139+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I be drivin' this car when I turn 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out. ✌&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6620989892424887813?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6620989892424887813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6620989892424887813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/bebek-bintutu.html' title='Bebek Betutu'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TRCN_tzgFHI/AAAAAAAADGU/Xo4CNowOUIY/s72-c/IMG00260-20101221-1916+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5036195818002014226</id><published>2010-12-19T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:17:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>._.</title><content type='html'>This is pretty much boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my dad to pick me up from home and send me to Nat's place WHERE SHE'LL BE HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT YEAAAAAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a lil of The Sorcerer's Apprentice just now. Jay Baruchel makes me laugh. He's quite adorable. The movie's okay la. I mean, it's a feast for the eyes cos there's some great CGI. The story's very....common. Common = Predictable. But still, there's Jay Baruchel, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely no point to this post. So I dunno why I posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno why you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting stuff later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5036195818002014226?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5036195818002014226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5036195818002014226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='._.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8748693577009943759</id><published>2010-12-18T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:41:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoo-too-beh</title><content type='html'>When the videos you watch on Youtube turn out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQwgXzMMVPI/AAAAAAAADGE/NH250PnEEhY/s1600/Picture+1+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQwgXzMMVPI/AAAAAAAADGE/NH250PnEEhY/s640/Picture+1+copy.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It ain't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Youtube just started working again. And yes, I'm pretty happy that it's started working again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not that I'm a Youtube addict or anything. It's just that it's kinda sad when someone wants to show me an interesting/funny video, and my Youtube refuses to load.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to go through that for 3 whole days. No joke. (insert serious-looking face here to add to the whole atmosphere)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 whole days of Andrew Y. sending me links to all these dance videos (which I enjoy watching btw) and him feeling all disappointed when I tell him again and again that my Youtube doesn't wanna cooperate with me (I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; he felt disappointed. I'm just saying.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I decided to reset my modem. Yeah, I know, only after 3 days I decide to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have this strange belief that resetting the modem always makes things work better. No matter what the problem is. And lo &amp;amp; behold! My Youtube starts working again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plus my internet moves a lil faster. It's like a wake-up call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When my Youtube started working again, this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQwgXzMMVPI/AAAAAAAADGE/NH250PnEEhY/s1600/Picture+1+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQwgXzMMVPI/AAAAAAAADGE/NH250PnEEhY/s400/Picture+1+copy.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happened. &lt;strike&gt;And I was flabbergasted.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept moving the cursor back and forth and back and forth along the bar thing to create more of those lil black speech bubble stuff with annotations in them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite fascinating to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda reminded me of the time I used to use Windows and that would&lt;i&gt; always&lt;/i&gt; happen whenever I moved a window from one part of the screen to another part of the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'd make pretty patterns that swirled all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was soon fixed by clicking Refresh. And I could watch that Plant vs Zombies video properly, without any disturbances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun fact&lt;/b&gt;: Shannon Chan Ziali was first introduced to Youtube in 2006 (or it could have been 2007 or 2008) by Andrea Gan Giannelli, Giuliana Gan Giannelli's older brother. And the first time she saw the link, she read it out as "yoo-too-beh" and was corrected by Andrea (Gan Giannelli) right after that. She was embarrassed and wished the earth would just crack open and swallow her up there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: LOL @ anyone who tried clicking the play button when they saw the Youtube picture up there. &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/6110109349999685042-8748693577009943759?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8748693577009943759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8748693577009943759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/yoo-too-beh.html' title='Yoo-too-beh'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQwgXzMMVPI/AAAAAAAADGE/NH250PnEEhY/s72-c/Picture+1+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3371273555040501466</id><published>2010-12-16T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:43:09.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a song.</title><content type='html'>I came up with a song last year with Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I forgot bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQojlweKAHI/AAAAAAAADGA/hmItl4xzffs/s1600/I+hate+my+neighbours.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQojlweKAHI/AAAAAAAADGA/hmItl4xzffs/s640/I+hate+my+neighbours.png" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't write this for my neighbours. I like my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of a really catchy tune and then I started writing these lyrics with help from Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should totally get signed to a record label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3371273555040501466?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3371273555040501466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3371273555040501466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-song.html' title='Just a song.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQojlweKAHI/AAAAAAAADGA/hmItl4xzffs/s72-c/I+hate+my+neighbours.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6087173821115438689</id><published>2010-12-16T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:44:51.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got no title for this one</title><content type='html'>My toenail came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it sounds painful. &lt;strike&gt;But worry not! It isn't as painful as it sounds&lt;/strike&gt;. Who am I kidding. It hurts like a __________. I was gonna put a very vulgar word instead of that blank but I don't swear on my blog (unless there's an occasion like when someone pisses me off or something), so I'll just leave it up to you to fill it in yourself. Isn't that fun? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my toenail came off and I thought putting a band-aid would help ease the pain a lil but of course I was wrong. And then my mom said that we were going to OU cos she wanted to get a necklace or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even think of wearing slippers. I mean, I never wear slippers to a mall cos I feel like it makes me look shabbier than I already am. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put on my shoes and get into the car - toe feels fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole car ride - nobody moves their feet a lot in the car, so toe feels fine then&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We reach OU, I get outta the car - toe feels fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We start &lt;b&gt;walking&lt;/b&gt; around OU - toe starts to feel uncomfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We walk &lt;b&gt;some more&lt;/b&gt; around OU - toe starts to hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to a clothes shop to try on some jeans - omg, the pain was....wow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But I got used to it after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sitting here, being as careful as I possibly can, trying not to knock my toe against anything. There's no band-aid anymore btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother kicked my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me typing out the word "toe" a lot is making me forget its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toe, toe, toe, toe, toe, toe, wtf is a toe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I made cupcakes today. Vanilla cupcakes with chocolate icing and rainbow-coloured sprinkles. Okay, I didn't make them myself. My mom helped.&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, it's more like &lt;i&gt;my mom&lt;/i&gt; made cupcakes today and &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; helped. Along with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;They turned out pretty fine. 12 pretty fine lil cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6087173821115438689?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6087173821115438689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6087173821115438689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-no-title-for-this-one.html' title='I got no title for this one'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3446206221758238962</id><published>2010-12-13T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:40:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appétit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally watched&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQTzkrMnmFI/AAAAAAAADF0/as9IzzSWVEE/s1600/julie_and_julia_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQTzkrMnmFI/AAAAAAAADF0/as9IzzSWVEE/s640/julie_and_julia_ver2.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, after wanting to watch it since forever (actually since August).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I never really found the right time. Cos what I heard from Prof is that you &lt;b&gt;CANNOT&lt;/b&gt; watch this on an empty, growling stomach (cos this whole movie's bout the food *chorus of angels*). And you're probably thinking, "Then watch it after a meal or something. What's the problem?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The problem is, I can't stand looking at food, or even &lt;i&gt;smelling&lt;/i&gt; food after I've eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I start to feel nauseous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And a nauseous Shannon ain't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nuh-uh, it ain't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, after a very long time, today, a light-blub went &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*ping!*&lt;/span&gt; in my head and I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Why not watch it &lt;i&gt;while&lt;/i&gt; eating?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brilliant idea.&amp;nbsp; Positively brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why hadn't I thought of it before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went to my kitchen (this was lunch-time btw), heated some mash potatoes from last night's KFC dinner, along with some coleslaw, mixed them in a bowl, went upstairs, found the dvd, put it in the dvd player and pressed play. My mom came up soon after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it was a lil sad that, while Julie Powell and Julia Child were cooking serious food like &lt;i&gt;boeuf bourguignon&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[bæf booŖ-gee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;nyawN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; in the movie, I was sitting on my parent's bed, cross-legged, with a bowl of mashed potatoes mixed with coleslaw in my hands. It was actually a lil torturous. But the movie was good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: block; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I better go to sleep now. I've gotta go to school tomorrow. Yeah, I know, school during the school holidays?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just got a G12. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hey that rhymed &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/6110109349999685042-3446206221758238962?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3446206221758238962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3446206221758238962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/bon-appetit.html' title='Bon Appétit!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TQTzkrMnmFI/AAAAAAAADF0/as9IzzSWVEE/s72-c/julie_and_julia_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-202057741902535047</id><published>2010-12-11T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:10:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOO-DE-LEH-HEE-HOO GUESS WHO'S BACK</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's been &lt;i&gt;agessssss&lt;/i&gt; since I last touched the "New Post" button, let alone &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; of something to blog about. Everytime I click the "Blogger" button on my bookmarks toolbar, I just search for new updates on the blogs I follow. At first, when I saw the new updates from various blogs in that box at the bottom of the Dashboard, I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; feel a lil guilty for not even &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to click the "New Post" button that was staring at me right in the face. But the feeling soon faded cos of my laziness of thinking of something to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obviously gotten my blogging mojo back yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged was bout a week before HP7 was released in the cinemas (oh btw that was one heck of a good movie. the only things I found a lil inappropriate were the Harry/Hermione touchiness and also the scene where Ginny and Harry made out in the Burrow's kitchen. triple ew. I can't stand Ginny's face. other than that, the movie had some really subtle humour and I couldn't help noticing some stuff that made my smile wider than it already was when I entered the cinema. oh and The Tale of the Three Brothers' animation was marvelous. anyway, moving on.) and that wasn't even a proper blog post! I mean, it just consisted of a picture. But not just any picture, mind you. A picture of the lovely HP trio, holding hands and looking, obviously, lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail J.K. Rowling. She's a goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the other movie I absolutely adored was none other than HP7's rival at the box office,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogomatic3000.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rapunzel_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.blogomatic3000.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rapunzel_17.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy crap, the animation for this was superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL THAT HAIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes the whole time during the movie I was picturing myself with all that blonde hair and also eyes as green as hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ she's one bad ass Disney princess armed with a frying pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say, Mandy Moore has a &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; Disney princess voice and it just suited the character and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But sadly, Rapunzel wasn't my favourite character in the movie (actually now that I think bout it, my favourite characters in most movies are never the main ones. e.g: I hate Harry Potter. But I love Luna, Fred and George). I think the characters that really stole the whole show were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SukN4n1ZZJQ/TPuRYHkXkAI/AAAAAAAAG3c/w9NJfurxwoY/s1600/disney-tangled-rapunzel-pascal-disneys-rapunzel-16801294-1280-720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SukN4n1ZZJQ/TPuRYHkXkAI/AAAAAAAAG3c/w9NJfurxwoY/s640/disney-tangled-rapunzel-pascal-disneys-rapunzel-16801294-1280-720.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pascal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/11/11/maximus-horse-2-tangled-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/11/11/maximus-horse-2-tangled-wallpaper.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maximus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIzLYu0npbU/TIMdU2-j4sI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pktXNb1-6J8/s1600/gothel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIzLYu0npbU/TIMdU2-j4sI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pktXNb1-6J8/s640/gothel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Mother Gothel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if she was the villain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna be watching this again. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yet another movie I recently watched was "Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader" but I'm growing tired of talking bout movies already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But lemme say this,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;British accents (Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skandar Keynes (Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Eustace as a dragon (Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty Lucy Pevensie (Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I never read the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, so I have nothing like "THAT WASN'T IN THE BOOK, FUUUU" to say bout the movie. But I did read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince Caspian (only halfway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It'll be cool if they made a movie out of The Magician's Nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm actually sleepy now. And I've gotta wake my brother up for Wushu lessons tomorrow morning. GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty-nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-202057741902535047?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/202057741902535047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/202057741902535047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/12/yoo-de-leh-hee-hoo-guess-whos-back.html' title='YOO-DE-LEH-HEE-HOO GUESS WHO&apos;S BACK'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SukN4n1ZZJQ/TPuRYHkXkAI/AAAAAAAAG3c/w9NJfurxwoY/s72-c/disney-tangled-rapunzel-pascal-disneys-rapunzel-16801294-1280-720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-465718778601123138</id><published>2010-11-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:49:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through thick and thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TN1hhSdA91I/AAAAAAAADFs/JfWLmg7dj_0/s1600/I+love+you+three.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TN1hhSdA91I/AAAAAAAADFs/JfWLmg7dj_0/s1600/I+love+you+three.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-465718778601123138?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/465718778601123138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/465718778601123138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/11/through-thick-and-thin.html' title='Through thick and thin'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TN1hhSdA91I/AAAAAAAADFs/JfWLmg7dj_0/s72-c/I+love+you+three.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5723780342710429990</id><published>2010-11-09T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:13:29.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;OH HAHAHHAHA JUST ONE MORE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5723780342710429990?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5723780342710429990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5723780342710429990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hahahhaha-just-one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6859882204349024442</id><published>2010-11-04T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:47:27.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badum-badum-badadadum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8oc5QtI51qbl9u7o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8oc5QtI51qbl9u7o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams can really screw with your mind &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;all the time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's good cos I've only got 2 days left and then it's &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;FREEEEEEEDOMMM&lt;/i&gt;! untilnextyearwhichisSPMyearohcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already run out of things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6859882204349024442?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6859882204349024442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6859882204349024442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/11/badum-badum-badadadum.html' title='Badum-badum-badadadum'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3156797897201769500</id><published>2010-10-30T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:04:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly, being famous isn't everything, Mr. Potter.</title><content type='html'>ON AN EXTREMELY BRIGHT AND HAPPY NOTE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/661/661287/harry-potter-and-the-goblet-of-fire-20051025084450581-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/661/661287/harry-potter-and-the-goblet-of-fire-20051025084450581-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know, it takes some time to read that line up there, cos it's all colourful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now, the theme song's playing and I feel so fired up. But at the same time, I feel kinda sad cos I never want it to end. But good things never last, do they? Worry not, they'll always last in our hearts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th of October, a whole bunch of us decided to surprise Giuli for her birthday. The whole thing was planned by Farhana S. and Giuli's beloved boyfriend, Montana. This whole surprise thing was done a day before her actual birthday so she didn't suspect&lt;i&gt; anything&lt;/i&gt;. So anyway, Farhana gathered all of us and we proceeded to The Social where Giuli was already having dinner with Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, we (obviously) surprised her. It was a good surprise. And now I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs797.snc4/67757_1667013400256_1384941238_1763058_7488790_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs797.snc4/67757_1667013400256_1384941238_1763058_7488790_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs786.snc4/66651_1667024200526_1384941238_1763075_3068222_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs786.snc4/66651_1667024200526_1384941238_1763075_3068222_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71585_1667013680263_1384941238_1763060_1735835_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a pretty awesome night, especially for Giuli :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is what I did for her as a birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMvA0Ie2oLI/AAAAAAAADFo/lwP05YT9Rew/s1600/Photo+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMvA0Ie2oLI/AAAAAAAADFo/lwP05YT9Rew/s640/Photo+103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well actually I did that drawing in March and when Giuli saw it, she honestly fell in love with :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to her, it's "one of the best drawings" I've ever done in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aaaaaaand since she likes it so much, I decided to give it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never done something like that before. I've never given anyone one of my original drawings. And it's the original copy! So be proud, Giuli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what it looks like btw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/078/c/e/Cold_autumn_air_by_dalfiawerten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/078/c/e/Cold_autumn_air_by_dalfiawerten.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of exams (actually I wasn't. this is just a sudden change in topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to say is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Additional. Mathematics. Can. Go. Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And reincarnate as something less meaner.....like a butterfly or a snail or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080213/Harry-Potter-Hermoine_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080213/Harry-Potter-Hermoine_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/6110109349999685042-3156797897201769500?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3156797897201769500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3156797897201769500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/10/clearly-being-famous-isnt-everything-mr.html' title='Clearly, being famous isn&apos;t everything, Mr. Potter.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMu6iWr8t8I/AAAAAAAADFk/jl8LRxlM6Jw/s72-c/Happy+Birthday.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3260797937280608642</id><published>2010-10-24T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:04:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear, hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMO6TSBLsoI/AAAAAAAADFg/ck_gyxNyhpE/s1600/tumblr_lannafKDEL1qa9n6go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMO6TSBLsoI/AAAAAAAADFg/ck_gyxNyhpE/s1600/tumblr_lannafKDEL1qa9n6go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt; since I last clicked that "New Post" button. I admit that many things have happened that were blog-able but due to my sloth-like behaviour these past few months, I've never really got around to doing it until today. And even now, I'm not gonna blog bout &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; that's happened. Just a few things, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;.........things I remember. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, exams are going on and I don't even know what I'm doing online. But then again, I don't even know if anyone's actually studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this year has passed by unusually fast. I pretty much screwed this year up. I didn't study. I didn't learn much in school. The only things that have kept me going are the designing of the school magazine and being the new Secretary 1 of the Prefectorial Board. School's gonna end in 3 weeks and I'm not ready for it to end yet. It seems like nothing much has happened this year when, truth be told, SO MANY THINGS DID. Most of them unexpected. I'm not ready for 2011 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random off topic remark / I've got 2 BM papers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect Dinner was held in Boulevard Hotel, KL, two weeks ago I think. It was awesome. But I felt that last year's dinner was a whole lot more exciting than this year's. I mean, the performances last year were epic. And that's probably cos we had more time to practice. But still. Dancing to Thriller and Beat It was an experience man. This year, we just......sang. And the songs were slow enough to put people to sleep. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another random off topic remark / I was high last night. And I mean, I couldn't even walk in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch The Corpse Bride again. And read the Harry Potter series again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my shelf and tidy it up and in the midst of doing so, get distracted by my Monster Allergy comics, take them off the shelf, sit in the corner and forget that I'm actually supposed to spring clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already sat for for 2 English papers last Friday. It was horrible. Okay, maybe not that horrible, it's just that my story was so predictable (i ran outta time) but I guess my writing was okay. The guided writing, though, that was good. And that's probably what re-awoke my inner blogger self after such a long time. I had such fun writing bout ways to save electricity. I hope my teacher smiles when she reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch all the Disney classics again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my birthday was good. For those who didn't know, it was on the 4th of October. Thanks for the belated b'day wish in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3260797937280608642?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3260797937280608642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3260797937280608642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/10/hear-hear.html' title='Hear, hear'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TMO6TSBLsoI/AAAAAAAADFg/ck_gyxNyhpE/s72-c/tumblr_lannafKDEL1qa9n6go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4109431017941730379</id><published>2010-09-29T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:26:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9hny8vL0c1qacaq8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9hny8vL0c1qacaq8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspiration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to sit for exams, they're a waste of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to study, that's a waste of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I want to do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to sit in a wide, green field and draw my life away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4109431017941730379?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4109431017941730379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4109431017941730379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/tree-devil.html' title='Tree devil'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-111749157289663990</id><published>2010-09-26T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:34:57.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oo ooo oooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9c1pf2vtM1qbtfq5o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9c1pf2vtM1qbtfq5o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams are in a month unless they've been brought forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have they been brought forward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos if they have, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that would suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-111749157289663990?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/111749157289663990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/111749157289663990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/oo-ooo-oooo.html' title='oo ooo oooo'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6889516730533524544</id><published>2010-09-23T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:52:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUDDER IN EXCITEMENT PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=22060274&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="576" height="324" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=22060274&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6889516730533524544?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6889516730533524544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6889516730533524544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/shudder-in-excitement-people.html' title='SHUDDER IN EXCITEMENT PEOPLE'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4207755406607128156</id><published>2010-09-22T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:09:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l91107GUxC1qcs4zto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l91107GUxC1qcs4zto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...just here for a little stroll before this blog changes completely.&lt;/i&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/6110109349999685042-4207755406607128156?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4207755406607128156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4207755406607128156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-back.html' title='I&apos;m not back.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5657108824409066597</id><published>2010-09-15T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:33:55.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm real tempted to remove my chatbox on the side my blog cos I'm getting these really annoying spam messages from...well...spammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrraarrghhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5657108824409066597?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5657108824409066597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5657108824409066597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-real-tempted-to-remove-my-chatbox-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1966092813402914546</id><published>2010-09-11T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:37:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8dh23YnDf1qa52fgo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8dh23YnDf1qa52fgo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't mind having a twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of the Raya break is coming to an end. For most schools, there's still another week of holidays and for others, they're going back to school this coming Monday. Which is sad for them cos they were probably just getting used to sleeping in and going out shopping or whatever in the afternoons. Oh well, sucks to be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna lie,&lt;i&gt; I'd&lt;/i&gt; rather go back to school this coming Monday than wait another week. Home is just....boring. Plus I don't like the fact that I'm waking up later and later each morning. I mean, all that time wasted on sleeping! Gotta wake up earlier tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Kinokuniya in KLCC today and it was good to finally step through into that &lt;i&gt;sacred bookstore&lt;/i&gt;. MPH and Borders will never reach the same level of magnificence as Kinokuniya. Kinokuniya is just....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got two new books and now I'm a happy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1416918124.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1416918124.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.renaud-bray.com/ImagesEditeurs/PG/1055/1055579-gf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.renaud-bray.com/ImagesEditeurs/PG/1055/1055579-gf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see, it just takes two books to make a kid like me happy. Cos that means I've got something to do other than study, draw or lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I've been laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling a lot these past few days. But that shall end! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*abrupt ending*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1966092813402914546?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1966092813402914546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1966092813402914546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1985240579998038195</id><published>2010-09-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:22:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIdVexWls-I/AAAAAAAADFI/Nfy2BgawQwY/s1600/DSC03405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIdVexWls-I/AAAAAAAADFI/Nfy2BgawQwY/s640/DSC03405.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6110109349999685042-1985240579998038195?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1985240579998038195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1985240579998038195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-work.html' title='My work'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIdVexWls-I/AAAAAAAADFI/Nfy2BgawQwY/s72-c/DSC03405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5499499179418336373</id><published>2010-09-07T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:32:32.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look, a new blog header/</title><content type='html'>Which I ain't very happy with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5499499179418336373?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5499499179418336373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5499499179418336373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-look-new-blog-header.html' title='Oh look, a new blog header/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8652364224818014620</id><published>2010-09-07T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:45:36.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops are falling on my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8c0se0cF51qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8c0se0cF51qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's 8th day in Tibet now. He's out there ridin' with his Chinese homies on icy roads with his helmet visor open at 12 in the morn. Go, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me a message saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Monks a daily affair. Tibetans very nosy. They will touch every switch on the bike and will climb on if not looking. You read a map and suddenly you have company also looking at map. Like monkey!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also said that there was one night where it randomly snowed and he was so excited. And happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Or rather, that's all for tonight, readers.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been busy staring at the computer the whole day and editing photos of teachers, my eyes feel like they're gonna pop outta their sockets anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;........and I don't wanna be holding my eyeballs, trying to get them back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just had a very amusing thought of the (His Holiness the 14th) Dalai Lama in his orange monk robes trying to get on my dad's BMW motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8652364224818014620?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8652364224818014620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8652364224818014620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/raindrops-are-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops are falling on my head'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6678246194380595581</id><published>2010-09-06T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:04:25.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greensleeves</title><content type='html'>Ah, a two-week break from school. &lt;strike&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;/strike&gt; What a stupid question. I've got tons of things to get done and I don't even know where to start. But I guess the holidays started off good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Geraldine's Sweet 16th on Saturday with the whole group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Sweet 16th again, Geral! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs315.ash2/59584_1590440085971_1384941238_1609451_1519273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs315.ash2/59584_1590440085971_1384941238_1609451_1519273_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been friends for a loooooong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie with Jasmeet, Koshla and Nat yesterday (i can't believe i watched phua chu kang the movie). Played pool for the first time (and i suck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Blogger has this new thing now: &lt;i&gt;Stats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I feel kinda sheepish saying this, I love it. I mean, I get to check how many pageviews my blog's gotten for the day/week/month/all-time and it makes me feel good cos right now the numbers are pretty high. *joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIO_DaUGk0I/AAAAAAAADEk/Dh5JuTVOKoY/s1600/Comfy+in+hoodie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIO_DaUGk0I/AAAAAAAADEk/Dh5JuTVOKoY/s640/Comfy+in+hoodie.jpg" width="640" /&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/6110109349999685042-6678246194380595581?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6678246194380595581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6678246194380595581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/greensleeves.html' title='Greensleeves'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TIO_DaUGk0I/AAAAAAAADEk/Dh5JuTVOKoY/s72-c/Comfy+in+hoodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6322745429932203431</id><published>2010-09-02T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:36:12.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips</title><content type='html'>So I'm in OU's Delicious now. I've got nothing to do here except wait for my awesome chocolate cake to be served.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is completely pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6322745429932203431?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6322745429932203431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6322745429932203431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/09/tulips.html' title='Tulips'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5454769434699640150</id><published>2010-08-30T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:32:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't touch this NANANANANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7uke6JOou1qc8gjbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7uke6JOou1qc8gjbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's off to Tibet tomorrow on a biking expedition with his (cina-fied but cool anyway) biker gang. It'd be cool if he got to see the Dalai Lama but unfortunately, Mr. Dalai Lama isn't at home but in India at the moment cos the Chinese from China are persecuting him. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be pretty cool (no pun intended) living up in the mountains of Tibet and waking up to fresh, freezing air every morning and going about wise, slow, daily routines and spending the rest of the day meditating.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....that's what the monks do...right? Or have I been fooled yet again by the movies I watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nowadays everything seems to be based on movies. Or rather, movies seem to be based on everything. Am I making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask someone of this generation, "Why is it so?" or "How do you know?" and they'll answer, "Cos I saw it in a movie." or "Duh, didn't you watch *&lt;i&gt;insert movie name here&lt;/i&gt;*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm dissing films and the movie world. I love movies. I mean, I couldn't live without em. Otherwise what would I be doing during the holidays and with my friends? Even my mom can't live without movies. Movies are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I started writing this post just to let anyone who's reading this know that my dad's super cool cos he's going biking in the Tibetan mountains for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And that when he comes back, I'm getting my Blackberry. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:30 a.m. I should go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wfuv.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/dalai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blog.wfuv.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/dalai.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You funny man, Mr. His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5454769434699640150?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5454769434699640150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5454769434699640150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-touch-this-nanananana.html' title='Can&apos;t touch this NANANANANA'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-428087594059782849</id><published>2010-08-29T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:17:36.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs423.snc4/46605_1580692762294_1384941238_1589113_7415991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs423.snc4/46605_1580692762294_1384941238_1589113_7415991_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I were to print this on a t-shirt, would you buy it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to leave a comment in the comment box on your left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-428087594059782849?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/428087594059782849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/428087594059782849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/attention.html' title='ATTENTION.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8365270860486300335</id><published>2010-08-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:22:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7sair4by21qb9wafo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7sair4by21qb9wafo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone reads this blog anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it&lt;i&gt; does&lt;/i&gt; say that I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; have 29 followers. So I guess those people up there still bother reading what I have to say even if I don't update as long and frequently as last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been lazy, yet hectic (how is this possible?)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention that this whole month of August, my class and 4 Cekap were to sent to participate in this Merdeka choral speaking thing with 18 other schools. Only some us stayed back in school cos of stuff and because 3/4 of the 2 classes aren't there, we haven't really been having classes. So, actually, this &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; month has been pretty relaxed for the 12 of us who stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the teachers rushing to finish the syllabus for this year. It's gonna be pretty hard. And I'd also like to watch us students catching up on our studies after a month of not really opening our books.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know what, I'm not looking forward to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've become a more serious person after getting an exco post in the prefect board. Even my other fellow excos are taking things too seriously. Let's all relax a lil. Loosen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pft, it's easy to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry to anyone whom I've appeared to be moody with. I don't mean to ignore you or snap at you or give you one-word answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go to sleep and dream of pretty things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8365270860486300335?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8365270860486300335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8365270860486300335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/gimme-title.html' title='Gimme a title'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3855073718049000769</id><published>2010-08-27T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:59:51.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7i824zeTh1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7i824zeTh1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3855073718049000769?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3855073718049000769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3855073718049000769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8267875297743182500</id><published>2010-08-25T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:52:32.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'amuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Long update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3540656/tumblr_l7kq5i2tmx1qb94k6o1_500_large.jpg?1282698520" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3540656/tumblr_l7kq5i2tmx1qb94k6o1_500_large.jpg?1282698520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;L-l-l-llama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well honestly, nothing much has been happening except that I'm obviously back from the land of hopping kangaroos and tree-hugging koala bears and yes, I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; quite enjoy my stay there even if it&lt;i&gt; did &lt;/i&gt;get a tad bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I'm looking forward to though as the year is slowly coming to an end. And you've probably read this in every blog you've visited (unless this is the first ever blog you're reading. in that case, i feel quite flattered that you picked my blog to visit to start your blog-hopping frenzy, so kudos to you. but this whole situation is highly unlikely. i should continue where i left off) but I'm gonna say it anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Where has 2010 gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;This has, in my history, been the fastest year ever. The months flew past in a hurry, as if to alert us fourth formers that we should most probably start bucking up (this is meant for the ones who aren't very constant in getting their A's in exams. e.g: me) in our studies and really start taking this pure science stream seriously cos SPM's waiting just around the corner with a scythe in hand and a malevolent smile to go with it. SPM is Death's other name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I was talking bout what I'm looking forward to, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since it's the month of over-exaggerated patriotism, my school (along with all other schools in my district) is having a celebration and there'll be performances and the students get to dress up in &lt;strike&gt;sassy&lt;/strike&gt; traditional clothes (the dressing-up part is not yet confirmed). I'm gonna be there waving the mini version of the Jalur Gemilang like an idiot and screaming the lyrics of all the Merdeka songs that I can remember. &lt;i&gt;Ah, the things I do for my country&lt;/i&gt;. So yes, I'm quite looking forward to that. It's next Monday by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next thing will be my (yes, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;)  Geraldine Andrea Gayondato's Sweet Sixteenth party on the 4th of  September and I'm very excited. The only problem is that it's gonna be  held in a swanky place and I don't have any clothes to wear D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But  no worries, I'll find a way. So, Geral, if you're reading this, prepare  yourself for a dressed-up Shannon and maybe a present to go &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; that dressed-up Shannon. I can imagine you clapping gleefully right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that will be Lydia's Sweet Sixteenth (14th September) but no one  knows the plans for that yet except Lydia herself. I think. So I'll just  wait until I'm given &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; invitation with golden borders and my full name written in beautiful cursive handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then comes Andrew Y.'s 15th birthday (24th September) but I dunno if he's doing anything. Are you, Andrew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then comes MY Sweet Sixteenth on the 4th of October. Oh my God. I don't even know what I'm gonna do yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THEN IT'S PREFECT DINNER. WOOYEAH. Can't wait for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And two days later will be my (yes, they're all mine) Jasmeet's Sweet Sixteenth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then year-end exams. Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then my (like i said) Giuliana Gan Giannelli's Sweet Sixteenth but that'll probably be during the exams. AWWW D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay I'm gonna stop there cos the further I go, the more I realize that the year&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; really is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; coming to an end and now I feel &lt;strike&gt;emotionally unstable&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now,&amp;nbsp; you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7oknzSwFv1qc4wr0o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7oknzSwFv1qc4wr0o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8267875297743182500?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8267875297743182500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8267875297743182500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/je-mamuse.html' title='Je m&apos;amuse'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4258657974567161986</id><published>2010-08-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:43:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have just found imponderable joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGVUFrzoUto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGVUFrzoUto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU, CHARLIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4258657974567161986?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4258657974567161986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4258657974567161986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-have-just-found-imponderable-joy.html' title='You have just found imponderable joy'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7500012700556917590</id><published>2010-08-21T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:09:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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He said the headmistress has  apologized but was ordered to go on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"We want to get the facts right. As of now, emotions are running  high but we must be fair and have the correct information before we can  decide on the next step to be taken," Muhyiddin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Police have said the principal could be charged for "provocation," a crime punishable by to up to two years in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;School officials declined to comment, and Siti Inshah could not be contacted and has not spoken to the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Malaysian media have reported that the complaints against Siti  Inshah claimed she said "Chinese students are not needed here and can  return to China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She was also accused of saying that "for the Indian students, the  prayer string tied around their neck and wrist makes them look like dogs  because only dogs are tied like that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lim Kit Siang, a lawmaker from the opposition Democratic Action  Party, said Siti Inshah's alleged comments have undermined Prime  Minister Najib Razak's campaign to promote multiracial harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Malay Muslims make up nearly two-thirds of Malaysia's 28 million  people, while ethnic Chinese and Indian who mainly practice  Christianity, Buddhism and Hinduism comprise most of the remaining  population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The races have lived alongside each other amicably for decades,  though many Chinese and Indians have turned away from the ruling  coalition in recent years amid unhappiness over perceived economic and  religious discrimination, especially over affirmative action programs  that benefit Malays in business, jobs, education and housing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. See what race and religion does. Why can't we just live peacefully with one another? &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/6110109349999685042-851817025736842769?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/851817025736842769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/851817025736842769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysia-govt-probes-alleged-slurs-by.html' title='Malaysia gov&apos;t probes alleged slurs by school head'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8087545253724722126</id><published>2010-08-18T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:23:13.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not be blogging as often anymore/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8087545253724722126?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8087545253724722126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8087545253724722126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-may-not-be-blogging-as-often-anymore.html' title='I may not be blogging as often anymore/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5375067602763055188</id><published>2010-08-18T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:52:51.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires Suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5375067602763055188?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5375067602763055188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5375067602763055188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/vampires-suck.html' title='Vampires Suck.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3624353295505437430</id><published>2010-08-13T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:09:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead. I'm just cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdcC39WGU8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdcC39WGU8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best ads on Aussie tv.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ignore House at the end of the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3624353295505437430?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3624353295505437430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3624353295505437430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-dead-im-just-cold.html' title='I&apos;m not dead. I&apos;m just cold.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6436595319634339529</id><published>2010-08-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:30:23.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>700</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFrYfMqnuwI/AAAAAAAADDY/e-g_WNmmwLM/s1600/Happy+700th+post.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFrYfMqnuwI/AAAAAAAADDY/e-g_WNmmwLM/s640/Happy+700th+post.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhhh I've just finished packing for my trip to Australia. Well....kinda. I've finished packing just the clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I haven't been updating much, I know. Well here's one, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been given the secretary post in my school's Prefectorial Board and now I am the Setiausaha 1. With Su-Yi as the Setiausaha 2 and my fellow secretary friend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to congratulate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Abhirami Selvarajah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for getting Head Prefect of prefect batch 2010/2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have your back, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; also a congratulations to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ffe599; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nurul Huda Aqilah &amp;amp; Lydia Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for getting Assistant Head Prefects 1 &amp;amp; 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plus, a thumbs-up for the other fellow prefects who got EXCO posts, assistant EXCO posts and to the probates who are finally prefects. We'll show them that we're awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm leaving for Australia tomorrow and the best part is that I still have to take my Maths exam in school before I leave. How nice. I haven't even practised my Maths yet and therefore, am not ready for the Maths exam tomorrow. Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of you are thinking, "BUT MATHS IS SO EAAAAASY". Well screw you. I hate Maths (eventhough I might be a lil a good at it). &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I hate Add Maths even more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I should probably go to sleep now. Or go practise my Maths. Or maybe make my what-to-bring-to-aussie list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll go with the first option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I don't mind owning a pair of shorts like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFrXvODQR9I/AAAAAAAADDQ/3toyz4boto4/s1600/tumblr_l4r26687h51qc67m7o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFrXvODQR9I/AAAAAAAADDQ/3toyz4boto4/s400/tumblr_l4r26687h51qc67m7o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6110109349999685042-6436595319634339529?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6436595319634339529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6436595319634339529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/700.html' title='700'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFrYfMqnuwI/AAAAAAAADDY/e-g_WNmmwLM/s72-c/Happy+700th+post.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-954078762682772464</id><published>2010-08-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:28:08.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;aaaaaaaaand it's August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prefect's AGM, exams &amp;amp; Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5245785205306871739?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5245785205306871739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5245785205306871739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-1st.html' title='August the 1st'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5164273900342430315</id><published>2010-07-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:47:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFFprdkyaVI/AAAAAAAADDA/QBI53AxtI1k/s1600/tumblr_l6ai6taDk61qaxpvto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFFprdkyaVI/AAAAAAAADDA/QBI53AxtI1k/s640/tumblr_l6ai6taDk61qaxpvto1_500.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6110109349999685042-5164273900342430315?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5164273900342430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5164273900342430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TFFprdkyaVI/AAAAAAAADDA/QBI53AxtI1k/s72-c/tumblr_l6ai6taDk61qaxpvto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8851430931978134752</id><published>2010-07-29T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:33:10.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today was the most boring day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8851430931978134752?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8851430931978134752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8851430931978134752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-was-most-boring-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4959968045902965698</id><published>2010-07-28T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:56:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm an optimistic bugger and my optimism shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE_6dOiPcnI/AAAAAAAADC4/KR81XxZrO5o/s1600/Photo+90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE_6dOiPcnI/AAAAAAAADC4/KR81XxZrO5o/s400/Photo+90.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUNDABERG ROOT BEER.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So there's this new girl in school who's an exchange student and she's from Germany. She's gonna be staying with us in Malaysia for a whole year and right now, she's receiving 110% attention from almost everyone cos, well,.....she's a white in a government school. And not only that, she's a blonde. And she's super tall. Which makes her obviously stand out among us black-haired Asians, towering over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's in my class and sits behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since everyone has been creating this human wall around her like she's this interesting new specimen, I hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to her (yea and she sits just behind me wtf) until today. She's real nice and all. We teach her BM while she teaches us German and it's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat, Syahirah and I learnt how to count from 1 to 10 in German today! It goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zwei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;omg i don't remember 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fünf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sechs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sieben (i think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acht&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't remember 9 either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and 10 starts with the letter Z.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All in all, it was a pretty interesting lesson with her. Oh her name's Melina btw.&lt;br /&gt;And since I couldn't pronounce 2 and 10 in German properly (cos the way they pronounce the letter 'z' is different), she tried so hard to teach me and I kinda got it and she was so happy she started clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, just another day in school. A lot of running around again and sweatiness. The norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and should I join the Dasein Art College competition? I'm supposed to redesign their logo or something like that and hand it in by next Tuesday. Dunno if I should cos right now I've got artist block and also if I submit the drawing and if I qualify for the workshop at that college, I dunno if I can go for it, since I'm going to Brisbane next Saturday and I dunno when they'll announce the qualifying round results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4959968045902965698?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4959968045902965698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4959968045902965698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-im-optimistic-bugger-and-my.html' title='Because I&apos;m an optimistic bugger and my optimism shines'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE_6dOiPcnI/AAAAAAAADC4/KR81XxZrO5o/s72-c/Photo+90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-9172252653943892864</id><published>2010-07-27T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:27:38.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE76zuUo_tI/AAAAAAAADCw/SFLC5Naei6A/s1600/tumblr_l679wyZssV1qbnmtuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE76zuUo_tI/AAAAAAAADCw/SFLC5Naei6A/s640/tumblr_l679wyZssV1qbnmtuo1_500.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creative, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-9172252653943892864?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/9172252653943892864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/9172252653943892864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/pokemon-life.html' title='Pokemon life'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE76zuUo_tI/AAAAAAAADCw/SFLC5Naei6A/s72-c/tumblr_l679wyZssV1qbnmtuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6741133709266304949</id><published>2010-07-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:53:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE2hCkmgD5I/AAAAAAAADCg/CMdXi2L5IkU/s1600/Picture+15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE2hCkmgD5I/AAAAAAAADCg/CMdXi2L5IkU/s400/Picture+15.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE2hDPmcNNI/AAAAAAAADCo/JB-GbmNiuTc/s1600/Picture+17.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE2hDPmcNNI/AAAAAAAADCo/JB-GbmNiuTc/s320/Picture+17.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes my friends just talk endless crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hi, Bryan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6741133709266304949?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6741133709266304949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6741133709266304949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-my-friends-just-talk-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TE2hCkmgD5I/AAAAAAAADCg/CMdXi2L5IkU/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3801849390035367877</id><published>2010-07-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:23:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/collections/special/columns/news_cut/content_images/polar_bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/collections/special/columns/news_cut/content_images/polar_bear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh hai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm lost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3801849390035367877?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3801849390035367877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3801849390035367877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-2781603691798016753</id><published>2010-07-24T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:47:18.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hero has let me down. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-2781603691798016753?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2781603691798016753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2781603691798016753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/short-one.html' title='Short one'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-225608111254231476</id><published>2010-07-23T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:27:44.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I started listening to Radiohead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;A band or artist  that has  gotten you through some tough ass days&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;s&gt;(write a letter.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, no songs have gotten me through some tough ass days. I mean, I've never really thought bout it. Listening to music doesn't make me feel any better. I just prefer to lie down and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel extremely disappointed at the moment. I didn't get to wish the debators our school sent to KDU College good luck. Which sucks. Cos now one of em thinks I don't care. But I guess it's not too late to wish them luck now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Good luck, Lydia, Nishanth, Kabir, Wen Jie, Heng Hoe &amp;amp; Dharshanth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We all know you guys will make the school proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Plus, I just got back home from school to find that I had noodles waiting for me but it was the wrong sorta noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, the rest of the day was fine. Carried out an impromptu spot-check in one of the classes and it felt good finding phone batteries and other rampas&lt;i&gt;able&lt;/i&gt; things. Had fun breaking perfume bottles with Abhi and Jasmeet and shattering compact mirrors at the rubbish dump behind school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-225608111254231476?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/225608111254231476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/225608111254231476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-started-listening-to-radiohead.html' title='I started listening to Radiohead.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4444017682109811634</id><published>2010-07-22T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:59:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrr matey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Something  you never get compliments on&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well there're a lot of things that I never get compliments on. It'll be a really long list. I mean, I never get compliments on how good I fly or how good I lead an army or how nice I look with an eyepatch and a tricorn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I drew while watching the debate practice in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEf6DdgSAMI/AAAAAAAADCY/ckWK-BRFAK8/s1600/DSC03374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEf6DdgSAMI/AAAAAAAADCY/ckWK-BRFAK8/s640/DSC03374.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I never liked Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4444017682109811634?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4444017682109811634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4444017682109811634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/arrrrr-matey.html' title='Arrrrr matey'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEf6DdgSAMI/AAAAAAAADCY/ckWK-BRFAK8/s72-c/DSC03374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3823691663782478943</id><published>2010-07-21T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:21:16.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niceties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEbJV5TCy_I/AAAAAAAADCQ/qxw3QeuVmhc/s1600/Picture+14.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEbJV5TCy_I/AAAAAAAADCQ/qxw3QeuVmhc/s400/Picture+14.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Something  people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my eyes. Cos I dunno how the hell I got hazel irises but I do anyway. My eyes are my favourite part of my face. But the most annoying thing is that people always ask me whether I'm wearing contact lenses. Dudes, I already wear glasses (funky &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; ones too). So, do I look like I &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;contact lenses?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be all flustered when I got compliments bout my eyes. Now I'm just indifferent. Cos it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my talent in drawing. Every single person who has browsed through my file has never failed to tell me that I'm good at what I do. Yes, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; I'm good. But not good enough, and I'll never be the best. I'm trying though. I practic&lt;i&gt;ed&lt;/i&gt; alot. And I still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updates for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3823691663782478943?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3823691663782478943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3823691663782478943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/niceties.html' title='Niceties'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEbJV5TCy_I/AAAAAAAADCQ/qxw3QeuVmhc/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7159827207398794616</id><published>2010-07-20T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:01:01.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew Marion Cotillard could be so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W76WUvtonX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W76WUvtonX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this is what I watch on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7159827207398794616?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7159827207398794616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7159827207398794616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-knew-marion-cotillard-could-be-so.html' title='Who knew Marion Cotillard could be so cute'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6647082166757417646</id><published>2010-07-20T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:18:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtsey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5s2ucgHVB1qzg3vso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5s2ucgHVB1qzg3vso1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Prestige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One of the best movies ever by one of the best directors, Christopher Nolan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Someone  you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All the people who have appeared in my life have done so for a reason. Some reasons pretty obvious and some reasons still unknown to me. I do not wish to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; know people I've already met, or even let them go. How can I if they've already left their respectful marks in my life, some marks bigger than the others and some marks so miniscule, they're hardly there (but they still are)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or other, I'm glad to have met everyone who has walked into my life. Even if there're some who have already walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6647082166757417646?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6647082166757417646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6647082166757417646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/curtsey.html' title='Curtsey'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7598659065944869430</id><published>2010-07-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:47:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TERI43KuXiI/AAAAAAAADCI/dQdjnrkujDc/s1600/Picture+13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TERI43KuXiI/AAAAAAAADCI/dQdjnrkujDc/s200/Picture+13.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This picture makes me laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nishanth's sad attempt at drawing a person on a bicycle and drawing another "person" standing beside the person on the bicycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7598659065944869430?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7598659065944869430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7598659065944869430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/geeky.html' title='Geeky'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TERI43KuXiI/AAAAAAAADCI/dQdjnrkujDc/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7787976756567520064</id><published>2010-07-19T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:28:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on just a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEREAoq0mZI/AAAAAAAADCA/HNJf_u6vhVM/s1600/tumblr_l5pg71MTrQ1qa7pfco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEREAoq0mZI/AAAAAAAADCA/HNJf_u6vhVM/s640/tumblr_l5pg71MTrQ1qa7pfco1_500.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone  you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there're a lot of people I didn't wanna let go. But somehow or other I did. But I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; still hang on to those really special ones, even if we're not as close before or we don't tell each other &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; now. We've all found new friends that we can confide in; more friends. But at least we're still friends and we still have our laughs, and it's nice when we actually sit down and catch up with what's going in each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people being Geraldine Andrea (first ever real best friend whom i refused to play masak-masak with in std 1), Joshua Ryan and Giuliana Gan. Even if we've drifted apart, we still somehow manage to find our ways back to each other and talk bout the good ol' times. I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7787976756567520064?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7787976756567520064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7787976756567520064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/hang-on-just-moment.html' title='Hang on just a moment'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEREAoq0mZI/AAAAAAAADCA/HNJf_u6vhVM/s72-c/tumblr_l5pg71MTrQ1qa7pfco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1032797920278471986</id><published>2010-07-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:38:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5ldktceYj1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5ldktceYj1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Someone  who  made your life hell, or treated you like shit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The person who invented exams. This boy but that was 2 years ago. And that's bout it. Cos no one really thinks too much of making my life horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether today was productive or not. Cos I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; study my Bio (but not enough), I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; complete two collages for the school magazine (but I've still got 6 more to go) and I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; complete my Chemistry notes (but my stack of homework is still piled up high). So maybe today was just an.....&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;in-between&lt;/i&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new English teacher btw. Her name's Miss Rheitta Desmond. She's a trainee and she's doing her practical in my school. She's only gonna be with us for three months, but I can see that we're going to get &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; attached to her. Like how my class in 2008 got attached to Mr Kenny Simon. Yeah, I guess some of us still miss him. He was a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the English lesson tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I probably should continue making those collages and reading those reference books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1032797920278471986?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1032797920278471986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1032797920278471986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quink.html' title='Quink'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-834249899803010568</id><published>2010-07-17T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:57:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEE5dSzeoMI/AAAAAAAADBw/-2IEHWyXh6g/s1600/tumblr_l5m5qkBbzw1qcrs8yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEE5dSzeoMI/AAAAAAAADBw/-2IEHWyXh6g/s400/tumblr_l5m5qkBbzw1qcrs8yo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt; People  who have made your life worth living for&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My parents&lt;/b&gt;. They are beyond awesome. They're cool and sporting and I think everyone should be jealous cos they're &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;parents and no one else's. I mean, who has a lawyer who makes his own speakers and goes on biking expeditions in Tibet as a dad and a fluffy, English Literature teacher/lecturer as a mom? Like I said, beyond awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friends&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously, without them, who am I? They make me smile and laugh. They make everyday worth going through. And who cares if I've only known them for 8 years or 2 years or even just 6 months? They're still my friends. And they rock my world. You know who you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathalia Lim Huimin&lt;/b&gt;. She's like my unbiological sister. Everyone knows we're best friends. Everyone knows that we always stick together. Everyone knows that if there's only Shannon or only Nat, something must be wrong. I've gone through&lt;i&gt; so many&lt;/i&gt; things with this girl who's the only other person who's shorter than me (hehehe) and we have done stupid things together. She has always been there for me, as I have for her. And it will stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nishanth Selvalingam&lt;/b&gt;. This cocky, talkative, smart-arsed guy is the reason I get up each morning, bright-eyed and with a smile on my face. He's everything to me and I will love him even if things change. He's special. And we're cute. So deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aunty Virginia&lt;/b&gt;. My maid who has taken care of me since I was 13 months old (or somewhere around there). I don't even think of her as a maid anymore, but a part of the family. She's good-natured and I tell her most things cos she's fun to talk to. I'm gonna be extremely sad when she leaves Malaysia to go back to her home in the Phillipines for good next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof Kimmie&lt;/b&gt;. Cos she insisted that I put her in this list. But anyway. She's super cool for a 42 year old. She doesn't even &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; 42. People have mistaken her as a 17 year old. Yeah, she looks &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; young. She's taught me that I don't need a DSLR or any of those super huge cameras to produce pretty pictures. She introduced me to Lomos and other film cameras which led me to get my Actionsampler I have now. If there's one word to describe her, it's: &lt;b&gt;Cool&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Day 7 is a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna be watching&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nickutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Despicable-Me-Movie-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.nickutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Despicable-Me-Movie-Poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later tonight and I can't wait :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-834249899803010568?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/834249899803010568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/834249899803010568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/pressed-roses.html' title='Pressed roses'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TEE5dSzeoMI/AAAAAAAADBw/-2IEHWyXh6g/s72-c/tumblr_l5m5qkBbzw1qcrs8yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-91088617662105663</id><published>2010-07-16T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:08:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panels, panels, panels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something you hope you never have to do&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Give a speech/talk/do something on stage in front of many many &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've got stage fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;⨝&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I got the developed Actionsampler photos today. And I'm quite pleased with myself cos this is the first time I'm using it. I'm gonna post some of the photos here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs178.snc4/38257_1526067236690_1384941238_1447390_7266360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs178.snc4/38257_1526067236690_1384941238_1447390_7266360_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067276691_1384941238_1447391_3541373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067276691_1384941238_1447391_3541373_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leyla :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067396694_1384941238_1447394_4225316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067396694_1384941238_1447394_4225316_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best frieeeeeeeends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067436695_1384941238_1447395_7908380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067436695_1384941238_1447395_7908380_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sha's Mr. ......something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067516697_1384941238_1447396_840318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067516697_1384941238_1447396_840318_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067596699_1384941238_1447398_438249_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38257_1526067596699_1384941238_1447398_438249_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, look, it's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs030.ash2/34846_1526068436720_1384941238_1447399_948057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs030.ash2/34846_1526068436720_1384941238_1447399_948057_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068476721_1384941238_1447400_1283489_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068476721_1384941238_1447400_1283489_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs030.ash2/34846_1526068556723_1384941238_1447402_8220999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs030.ash2/34846_1526068556723_1384941238_1447402_8220999_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attacking Sha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068596724_1384941238_1447403_39891_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068596724_1384941238_1447403_39891_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lucky Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068636725_1384941238_1447404_7513655_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068636725_1384941238_1447404_7513655_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, look it's me again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068676726_1384941238_1447405_4042355_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34846_1526068676726_1384941238_1447405_4042355_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Athirah &amp;amp; Qistina Shah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068716727_1384941238_1447406_2395382_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068716727_1384941238_1447406_2395382_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raeda, Roshinni and Asilla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were so very amazed when I whipped out the camera and took a shot of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068756728_1384941238_1447407_1792645_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34846_1526068756728_1384941238_1447407_1792645_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nishanth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs184.snc4/37522_1526069276741_1384941238_1447409_3779016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs184.snc4/37522_1526069276741_1384941238_1447409_3779016_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beatrix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs164.snc4/37522_1526069316742_1384941238_1447410_3644134_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs164.snc4/37522_1526069316742_1384941238_1447410_3644134_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buttons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-91088617662105663?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/91088617662105663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/91088617662105663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/panels-panels-panels.html' title='Panels, panels, panels'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3337118526350443313</id><published>2010-07-15T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:32:06.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TD7UFaT0L8I/AAAAAAAADBo/Wc-V6DvJMXA/s1600/DSC03360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TD7UFaT0L8I/AAAAAAAADBo/Wc-V6DvJMXA/s640/DSC03360.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am, at the moment, in love with this part of my wall in my room. I dug up old pictures (well actually, my dad did most of the digging) of my family, picked a few that I really liked and stuck on them on my wall. All those people you see up there, I will forever love (except for that random swan, first row, second picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Something you hope to do in your life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To be an artist. To be a childrens' book illustrator. To work in Disney. To meet Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 4 things up there are at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there're still those little things that I hope to do in my life too. Like lie in a huge field of grass in a cold country, holding hands with that special someone and just look up into the sky and make shapes out of clouds. I'd like to travel around Europe with just my wallet, sketch book, pencil box, camera and a backpack of clothes. I'd like to visit Brazil and Japan. I'd like to publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3337118526350443313?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3337118526350443313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3337118526350443313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-at-moment-in-love-with-this-part-of.html' title='Bonds'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TD7UFaT0L8I/AAAAAAAADBo/Wc-V6DvJMXA/s72-c/DSC03360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6033809945601145324</id><published>2010-07-14T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:02:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch in a Uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgiven most people already. I forgive but I don't forget. But I'd rather not mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for day 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch Nowhere Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people should stop pissing other people off just for the sake of pissing someone off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-6033809945601145324?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6033809945601145324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6033809945601145324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/bitch-in-uniform.html' title='Bitch in a Uniform'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4725670276813876394</id><published>2010-07-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:35:44.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5hlmut0jn1qzkwa6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5hlmut0jn1qzkwa6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Something you have to forgive yourself for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I've never really thought about. I haven't done anything so drastic that I have to forgive myself. &lt;i&gt;Myself&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like throwing everyone into a pit of fire and watch them burn. And eat popcorn while I'm at it. By "everyone", I mean those stupid stupid &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; no-lifes from my school. Those who skip class all the freakin time, those who bring freakin cigarettes and lighters, those who steal freakin sports shoes, those who keep freakin porn in their phones. Why you gotta make our lives so hard? Why you gotta make &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; lives so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4725670276813876394?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4725670276813876394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4725670276813876394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheese.html' title='Cheese.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7820621735517028457</id><published>2010-07-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:39:49.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In December, drinking horchata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Something you love about yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love the most bout myself is my talent in drawing. In creating something from pure imagination and then just looking at the "masterpiece" and thinking, "&lt;i&gt;How did I do that?&lt;/i&gt;" The other thing I like bout me is my humour. I find myself quite interesting sometimes. And I dunno why, but I like the way I walk in school. Yeah, I know, weird, but hey, today's bout me talking bout what I love bout myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cease to amaze myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7820621735517028457?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7820621735517028457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7820621735517028457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-december-drinking-horchata.html' title='In December, drinking horchata'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1516245391763775213</id><published>2010-07-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:52:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>So I'm gonna do this 30 day challenge thing I got from Tumblr that goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 02 →  Something  you love about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 03 → Something you have to  forgive  yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 04 → Something you have to forgive  someone  for.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Day  06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 07 →  Someone  who has made your life worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 08 → Someone  who  made your life hell, or treated you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 09 →  Someone  you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 10 →  Someone  you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 11 →  Something  people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 12 →  Something  you never get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 13 → A band or artist  that has  gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Day  14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 15 →  Something  or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried  living  without it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely  could  live without.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your   views on something.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of   politics?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 21   → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got  into  a fight an hour&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; before. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 22 → Something  you  wish you hadn’t done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 23 → Something you  wish  you had done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 24 → Make a playlist to  someone,  and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles  and  artists and letter)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re  still  alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving  up on  life? If so, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 27 → What’s the best thing  going  for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or  got  someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 29 → Something you  hope  to change about yourself. And why.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Day 30 → A letter to  yourself,  tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And everyone's welcome to copy this from this blog and do it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna start now, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;b&gt; Something you hate about yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna write more than one thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I'm a coward. I do have have this little courage in me, but my cowardice is a whole lot more. Another thing is that I can rarely finish what I've started, whether it's a drawing or an assignment. I procrastinate too much. And the worst thing is, I do nothing bout it. I hate my fickle-mindedness. I hate that I'm a slight hypocrite (but hey, everyone is). I hate that I'm not independant. I hate that I pretend not to care bout anything half the time when I really do. I hate myself for being scared of being judged by friends, family and even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⨝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1516245391763775213?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1516245391763775213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1516245391763775213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-2812606144537308333</id><published>2010-07-10T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:16:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GERALDINE ANDREA GAYONDATO</title><content type='html'>Cos she made me name this post after her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TDfyZ1j-7ZI/AAAAAAAADBY/oQ5MGfrBP6Q/s1600/CIMG1367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TDfyZ1j-7ZI/AAAAAAAADBY/oQ5MGfrBP6Q/s640/CIMG1367.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School has been pretty interesting these past three weeks. Haven't really been in class at all for 15 days. Everyday there's something that needs to be done, from arranging students for photo-taking to running all over trying to find the school's delinquents to arranging discipline files and jotting down names of students who have not come to school for at least 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is tiring. And everyday I try to catch up on my school work/homework. The pile never ends. There's always something that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, my life is fine. My life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's finally coming back from her 2 week trip to England today. And she's coming back with gifts. I'm a happy girl :D&lt;br /&gt;My dad's gone to Sarawak with his group of biker friends to the Rainforest Music Festival. He's gonna bring me along next year! Which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's staying over at his friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me at home alone with my maid and the two dogs. Oh yea, I got a new dog, her name's Beatrix. She's the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TDgPwzSpyBI/AAAAAAAADBg/xj-CE2Rt0a0/s1600/Twodogs.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TDgPwzSpyBI/AAAAAAAADBg/xj-CE2Rt0a0/s640/Twodogs.png" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course! Camp. I haven't really talked bout my Prefect Camp yet. One word: &lt;b&gt;Awesome&lt;/b&gt;. Except for the fact that I fainted (gosh i'm prone to fainting now, aren't i?) and that last year's camp was better. But I'll remember this camp cos of some special reasons. Some people would know ;) I love my team, &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;The Alpha Warriors&lt;/b&gt; and teammates: Leyla, Hakim, Shipren, Syaza, Zul, Fadhli, Hanif, Shaz, Marsya, Radhiatul, Aimen, Justin, Danial, Faranaz, Yarlini, Shaun, Aqilah, Victoria, and Afiqah. And even though we didn't win first place, at least we got second! :D Congratulations to Wolfz for getting first place btw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm obsessed with Vampire Weekend. Their music is just so...... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happy 3 months :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-2812606144537308333?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2812606144537308333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2812606144537308333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/drag-my-feet-along-floor.html' title='GERALDINE ANDREA GAYONDATO'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TDfyZ1j-7ZI/AAAAAAAADBY/oQ5MGfrBP6Q/s72-c/CIMG1367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3909307466147571431</id><published>2010-07-07T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:36:03.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time should just a take a break. Everyone would be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3909307466147571431?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3909307466147571431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3909307466147571431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-should-just-take-break-everyone.html' title='Time should just a take a break. Everyone would be happy.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-2628743520241379996</id><published>2010-06-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:22:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is, guys, here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-2628743520241379996?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2628743520241379996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/2628743520241379996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-give-you-harry-potter.html' title='I&apos;ll give you Harry Potter'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1639082815129700174</id><published>2010-06-28T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:07:24.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waka Waka</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I should probably update now. Wait, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't going to be a proper update....again. Cos I've just got too many things to do at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Shannon's-many-things-to-do-list that causes her not to update her blog frequently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo-editing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ed Board stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socializing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tumblr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish "The Calder Game" book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and lots more other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this post &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm gonna be on hiatus until further notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1639082815129700174?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1639082815129700174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1639082815129700174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/waka-waka.html' title='Waka Waka'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8446054792770809677</id><published>2010-06-20T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:49:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll update bout my Hong Kong trip &lt;i&gt;later&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm just here to say that &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS NOT DEAD&lt;/span&gt;. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall find my blogging mojo tomorrow, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a very eventful week. Class photos, club photos and the lot and Prefect Camp this weekend. &lt;i&gt;Oh Gods&lt;/i&gt; (i've been reading too much Percy Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to get started on holiday homework which is due TOMORROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8446054792770809677?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8446054792770809677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8446054792770809677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-update-bout-my-hong-kong-trip-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-626624039425788538</id><published>2010-06-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:06:31.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slant-eyed people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBdffpKaBUI/AAAAAAAADAs/tr9qdIZE_9A/s1600/DSC03343+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBdffpKaBUI/AAAAAAAADAs/tr9qdIZE_9A/s640/DSC03343+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aaaaaaaand I'm leaving to Hong Kong this coming afternoon. It's gonna be my first time there and I'm looking pretty forward to it. It's gonna be a busy 4 days over on that island. I heard that it's real congested there, no space or time for anything. People forever lining up, the trains forever full, a bustling city that never rests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;See you guys in 4 days.&lt;/s&gt; lol jk, I'm still coming online from over there and I may be updating this blog if I have the time. But then again, to any of you who wanna text me or call me, don't. Cos I won't be replying or picking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-626624039425788538?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/626624039425788538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/626624039425788538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/slant-eyed-people.html' title='Slant-eyed people'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBdffpKaBUI/AAAAAAAADAs/tr9qdIZE_9A/s72-c/DSC03343+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1043005298746371761</id><published>2010-06-14T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:05:53.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Five Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;wow&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1043005298746371761?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1043005298746371761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1043005298746371761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-five-fell.html' title='When Five Fell'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7130485394603279762</id><published>2010-06-14T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:09:10.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3sztugGHl1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3sztugGHl1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7130485394603279762?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7130485394603279762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7130485394603279762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-658751470432550702</id><published>2010-06-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:40:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And this is just a random post, cos my post-count has reached 666 and I don't like the number 666. So with this post, the post-count will be 667. So happy 667th post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-658751470432550702?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/658751470432550702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/658751470432550702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-this-is-just-random-post-cos-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5853834560656130058</id><published>2010-06-13T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:59:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I wanna start off this post by saying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HELLO AFTER LIKE&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;4 DAYS! &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t303/ziali_chan/e.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the holidays right? Pretty good so far. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat and I went went for Cempaka's Beauty and the Beast! (that was the first time we went for a Cempaka Production btw). And boy, we didn't think it would be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good. But seriously, it's worth your money and I'm definitely going for next year's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBTeQ7jkScI/AAAAAAAADAk/ZRzjYL6n3gk/s1600/Photo+85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBTeQ7jkScI/AAAAAAAADAk/ZRzjYL6n3gk/s400/Photo+85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Me with the cool programme book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And holy crap, I had never been to Cempaka Cheras or any of the other Cempakas at all until last night. I was impressed. I mean, I'd seen pictures before and stuff and the school looked grand &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; those pictures, imagine being &lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt;, in the building itself! &lt;i&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, I think very highly of Cempaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, so we entered the huge auditorium, took our seats and the show began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pure awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a school production, it was so good and so professionally done. The orchestra was real pro and the people acting on stage and the singing and &lt;i&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should probably stop now, shouldn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite&lt;/b&gt;: Lumiere played by Teoh Jun Vinh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we got to shake the choreographer-of-the-whole-production's hand, Miss Judimar Hernandez who was also a former So You Think You Can Dance Malaysia judge. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Her daughter might be joining my mom's tuition centre (y)&lt;/span&gt; And she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ending this post with a picture of ice-cream-licking Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paintonmyfingers.tumblr.com/photo/1280/693758965/1/tumblr_l0yi4wLRUN1qb852o" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://paintonmyfingers.tumblr.com/photo/1280/693758965/1/tumblr_l0yi4wLRUN1qb852o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ice-cream-licking Stitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5853834560656130058?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5853834560656130058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5853834560656130058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-wanna-start-off-this-post-by.html' title='So I wanna start off this post by saying...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TBTeQ7jkScI/AAAAAAAADAk/ZRzjYL6n3gk/s72-c/Photo+85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8968445226712214043</id><published>2010-06-09T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:41:39.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0oojxybay1qajtnvo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0oojxybay1qajtnvo1_500.png" /&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/6110109349999685042-8968445226712214043?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8968445226712214043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8968445226712214043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/parlay.html' title='Parlay'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7313334790472540148</id><published>2010-06-08T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:28:06.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with my Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7313334790472540148?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7313334790472540148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7313334790472540148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-love-with-my-tumblr.html' title='I&apos;m in love with my Tumblr.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-6672863745331044252</id><published>2010-06-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:48:09.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina and the Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lady's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybutt.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/marina-diamandis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://happybutt.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/marina-diamandis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;voice is the &lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;foshizzle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her songs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;I Am Not A Robot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Mowgli's Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her voice is just so different, it actually sends shivers down your spine. Not the usual. Now go listen. You know what, I'll just post videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1VTcJfL7RE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1VTcJfL7RE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwfCjYv7gVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwfCjYv7gVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28066647/Marina++the+Diamonds+marina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28066647/Marina++the+Diamonds+marina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4ortherecord.com/assets/images/marina%20and%20the%20diamonds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.4ortherecord.com/assets/images/marina%20and%20the%20diamonds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/nhojnat/marinad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/nhojnat/marinad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry. lol.&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/6110109349999685042-6672863745331044252?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6672863745331044252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/6672863745331044252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/marina-and-diamonds.html' title='Marina and the Diamonds'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3584728767971149298</id><published>2010-06-07T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:38:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH. IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhlwd5qoOtQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhlwd5qoOtQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhehehhhehehhehehheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. You can't play the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3584728767971149298?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3584728767971149298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3584728767971149298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/watch-it.html' title='WATCH. IT.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-348265414902831996</id><published>2010-06-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:36:55.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHHHH PREFECT CAMP IS ON THE SAME DAY AS URBANSCAPES. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-348265414902831996?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/348265414902831996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/348265414902831996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/gahhhh-prefect-camp-is-on-same-day-as.html' title='GAHHHH PREFECT CAMP IS ON THE SAME DAY AS URBANSCAPES. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8670663516351435578</id><published>2010-06-04T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:53:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood &amp; gore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The word s&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is very sadistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it is a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; scary word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3dit2JtIE1qz5e3eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3dit2JtIE1qz5e3eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6110109349999685042-8670663516351435578?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8670663516351435578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8670663516351435578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-gore.html' title='Blood &amp; gore'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4182260860513613049</id><published>2010-06-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:58:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAemt3zNZRI/AAAAAAAADAI/J7ze8yvFWl0/s1600/IMG_3873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAemt3zNZRI/AAAAAAAADAI/J7ze8yvFWl0/s640/IMG_3873.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;B&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uttons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4182260860513613049?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4182260860513613049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4182260860513613049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/dead-dog.html' title='Dead dog'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAemt3zNZRI/AAAAAAAADAI/J7ze8yvFWl0/s72-c/IMG_3873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3813948326311335215</id><published>2010-06-03T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:27:56.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gonna be short</title><content type='html'>Is it me or does everyone seem to be getting emo-er and emo-er by the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or are 12 year olds and 13 year olds more dramatic than ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am as happy as can be.&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Life is good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3813948326311335215?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3813948326311335215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3813948326311335215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-gonna-be-short.html' title='This is gonna be short'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-1189236760599399279</id><published>2010-06-01T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:31:47.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna remember no enzymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAT7IdDa2NI/AAAAAAAAC_8/AEWSoRLN9ns/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="411" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAT7IdDa2NI/AAAAAAAAC_8/AEWSoRLN9ns/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Added comments all over the place on that small piece of paper done by my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;BIO'S OVERRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so are mid-terms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yay! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's make a list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do during the two-week break from school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRAW DRAW DRAW DRAW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;READ READ READ READ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY. not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ed Board stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student Council stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for movies/outings/whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEPOVERS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue my sketch-book project that was left hanging since last year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And other stuff I can't think of now but will probably come to mind two minutes after I publish this post. Always happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-1189236760599399279?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1189236760599399279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/1189236760599399279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-remember-no-enzymes.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna remember no enzymes'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAT7IdDa2NI/AAAAAAAAC_8/AEWSoRLN9ns/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-7751470272132578939</id><published>2010-05-30T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:15:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one. Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l34h47ZGZx1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l34h47ZGZx1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-7751470272132578939?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7751470272132578939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/7751470272132578939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-one-really.html' title='Last one. Really.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8619249186657030406</id><published>2010-05-30T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:30:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should probably stop with the one-picture posts.......okay just one last one. Maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/24200_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://9gag.com/photo/24200_540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8619249186657030406?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8619249186657030406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8619249186657030406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-should-probably-stop-with-one-picture.html' title='I should probably stop with the one-picture posts.......okay just one last one. Maybe.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-781284539766965963</id><published>2010-05-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:01:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of freaking-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAFFbUXfDbI/AAAAAAAAC_0/-Bd0Ce8WVBE/s1600/tumblr_l33pfw4NVU1qzvnuuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAFFbUXfDbI/AAAAAAAAC_0/-Bd0Ce8WVBE/s400/tumblr_l33pfw4NVU1qzvnuuo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"PENIS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay okay sorry for all these one picture posts. I mean, the pictures I find on the web are sometimes so amusing that I just need to share it with you guys without a real update in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This isn't a real update either by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;P/S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Had an especially nice day today&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/6110109349999685042-781284539766965963?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/781284539766965963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/781284539766965963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/500-days-of-freaking.html' title='500 days of freaking-'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TAFFbUXfDbI/AAAAAAAAC_0/-Bd0Ce8WVBE/s72-c/tumblr_l33pfw4NVU1qzvnuuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-3715780839596629188</id><published>2010-05-29T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:21:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon funnies ftw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/24190_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://9gag.com/photo/24190_540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-3715780839596629188?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3715780839596629188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/3715780839596629188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/pokemon-funnies-ftw.html' title='Pokemon funnies ftw'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-8732892792525116210</id><published>2010-05-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:37:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/23225_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://9gag.com/photo/23225_540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A&lt;i&gt;hhhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all these Pokemon funnies :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-8732892792525116210?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8732892792525116210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/8732892792525116210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/pokemon-center.html' title='Pokemon Center'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-5030632917985270767</id><published>2010-05-28T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:45:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All was well."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/S_8vkVTfwUI/AAAAAAAAC_s/TIqWWuoCcWw/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/S_8vkVTfwUI/AAAAAAAAC_s/TIqWWuoCcWw/s400/Picture+5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess they've already finished filming the epilogue of Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-Blood Prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so sad that it's all gonna end already :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the filming of the epilogue at King's Cross Station in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32945ImJy1qzerjgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32945ImJy1qzerjgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Older Draco and Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I think they look &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; old :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2y21j0DAO1qzerjgo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2y21j0DAO1qzerjgo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Older Ginny with daughter and son and older Harry in the last one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Older Ginny was what I imagined when I read the book, so thumbs up to the make-up artists and costume people who made her look her age&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Harry looks too old here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32t3hgda81qbhz9bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32t3hgda81qbhz9bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the males look too old for 30 something year old dudes =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-5030632917985270767?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5030632917985270767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/5030632917985270767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-was-well.html' title='&quot;All was well.&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/S_8vkVTfwUI/AAAAAAAAC_s/TIqWWuoCcWw/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110109349999685042.post-4785358446939859746</id><published>2010-05-26T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:48:18.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 650th post</title><content type='html'>And for this 650th post, you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2z1jilUJT1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2z1jilUJT1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......the Lady and the Tramp eating spaghetti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos they are the most adorable Disney (animal) couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever who doesn't think they are, well, I don't blame you for having your own opinion but I'm just gonna say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BURN IN THE FLAMES OF&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay time for Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths paper 1 today was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths paper 2 was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110109349999685042-4785358446939859746?l=symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4785358446939859746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110109349999685042/posts/default/4785358446939859746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniouscacophonies.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-650th-post.html' title='Happy 650th post'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00295254151904145737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CMyFzOzWxXw/TGvgUukVwHI/AAAAAAAADDk/XgtCQ_l3-q0/S220/IMG_0362+copy.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
