<?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-7845300824724294678</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:34:22.649-08:00</updated><category term='Picture Speaks A Thousand Words'/><title type='text'>This Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>This girl is sweet. This girl is pretty. This is fantabulous! This girl is me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6284692464481099580</id><published>2011-12-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:26:25.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr?</title><content type='html'>It's official. My blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I just lost the passion for writing. I can't seem to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that day when I've figured out why, this might be my last post. But no worries, you can always check out my tumblr. OH NOW I GET IT!!! Tumblr came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, sharing pictures is actually kinda fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check my tumblr out, go to &lt;a href="http://www.anna-banana95.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.anna-banana95.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6284692464481099580?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6284692464481099580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/12/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6284692464481099580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6284692464481099580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/12/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr?'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-334537536505900452</id><published>2011-11-23T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:52:03.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chindian Best Friend. :)</title><content type='html'>Mean Girls - the movie that promotes cliques among people and that being plastic makes you cool and popular. In the end, everyone backstabs each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride Wars - the movie that proofs no matter what happens, in the end friendship prevails. And there's always someone there who you can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 movies I watched with my best friend when she came to my house for a sleepover. And we both learned something really important -- we know we've got each others back. AND! We'll be each others bridesmaid in our weddings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwRT-7TaXbw/TsywxtCrvhI/AAAAAAAAANI/2E7Tu0JAPCg/s1600/111122-231847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678107598158282258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwRT-7TaXbw/TsywxtCrvhI/AAAAAAAAANI/2E7Tu0JAPCg/s400/111122-231847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't know how this setting worked. Hence, the blur faces. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QoTqIxn404/Tsywx4AxtGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eTvSYzwvZuw/s1600/111122-232148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678107601103074402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QoTqIxn404/Tsywx4AxtGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eTvSYzwvZuw/s400/111122-232148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So hard to stay in this position, you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J5Sjw6hEdw/TsywzXea1kI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cvnI7DP7h58/s1600/111122-233734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678107626728773186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J5Sjw6hEdw/TsywzXea1kI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cvnI7DP7h58/s400/111122-233734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTdanzbFn9o/TsywyGbQ1dI/AAAAAAAAANs/thEO8jhvx24/s1600/111122-232030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678107604972262866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTdanzbFn9o/TsywyGbQ1dI/AAAAAAAAANs/thEO8jhvx24/s400/111122-232030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Epic fail. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nV8V-cDZlaY/Tsywx0uLghI/AAAAAAAAANY/AN6HMYASyaw/s1600/111122-233643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678107600219767314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nV8V-cDZlaY/Tsywx0uLghI/AAAAAAAAANY/AN6HMYASyaw/s400/111122-233643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyh7PvH_RsQ/Tsyx6v_dF0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eo6ncQ0aEw/s1600/111122-233832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678108853080495938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyh7PvH_RsQ/Tsyx6v_dF0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eo6ncQ0aEw/s400/111122-233832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you, Sumi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-334537536505900452?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/334537536505900452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-chindian-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/334537536505900452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/334537536505900452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-chindian-best-friend.html' title='My Chindian Best Friend. :)'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwRT-7TaXbw/TsywxtCrvhI/AAAAAAAAANI/2E7Tu0JAPCg/s72-c/111122-231847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6250528727490316440</id><published>2011-10-29T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T07:00:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Looking out at the sky, seeing the dark clouds slowly engulfing the brighter side of the sky, allowing only a small amount of light through the clouds -- guess it's gonna rain sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you realize it's already the end of October? Who knew that this year would just zoom past this fast? Can you imagine next year is already my final year in school? Wow. 11 years of government education suddenly seem like a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's 3 more days of exam left. I can't wait till it's finally over. All those books I can temporarily place it aside. And just enjoy my holidays till next year arrives. Gee. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I have nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6250528727490316440?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6250528727490316440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-out-at-sky-seeing-dark-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6250528727490316440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6250528727490316440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-out-at-sky-seeing-dark-clouds.html' title='Random'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2565607688403331149</id><published>2011-10-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:23:01.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction</title><content type='html'>I am just so easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that exams start tomorrow, and I'm not even half way done in my revision, yet I'm here. Sitting in my room, with my laptop on my bed and not having any intentions of shutting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Brenda's last day of PMR. I am pretty sure she'll burst into the room screaming her head off and beaming like the world's not gonna end any time soon. I bet she's jumping with excitement as today marks her last day with Chinese. I know I was jumping with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to sleep at home and not worry about exams anymore. She's going to watch the television until it burns. She's going to go online and post that status of freedom on Facebook like every other fifteen-year-old. She's going to do whatever she wants - everything but studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna be distracted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update my blog in about a month's time, it's probably because I'm too depressed with my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I blame it on distraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2565607688403331149?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2565607688403331149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/distraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2565607688403331149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2565607688403331149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/distraction.html' title='Distraction'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1687377282251491863</id><published>2011-10-07T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:02:39.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Rainbow Behind Every Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know the feeling of discovering a beautiful rainbow across the sky? And you'll go, "Mommy, mommy! Look! I see a rainbow!" Ah, those were the days when I loved rainbows. Rainbows brought smiles on my face. And I used to think how rainbows were formed. Young and naive I was, little did I notice that rainbows only appear after a rain. And how sad I would be because I never did fancy rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain, rain go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come again another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little children want to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain, rain go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That simple tune that urges the rain to go away. I used to sing it whenever I was having fun under the sun. And then all of a sudden, the clouds block the sun and rain would come pouring down. I hated that feeling. Because I didn't want to stop having fun! Obviously singing to the rain won't make it go away. But it was because of singing it, I knew it was time to stop playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo and behold, after the rain stops. A rainbow appears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660979406442956274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_asanUJxeA/To_WxunVhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VkWW4hMMwnM/s400/tumblr_lspycsV4oK1qafk25o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, everyone wants happiness. A little joy to a hectic life means a lot to everyone. And nobody wants pain and suffering. We don't need a baby to tell you she likes being happy than sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But sometimes in life, pain is inevitable. It only takes a strong heart to overcome it. Everything in life depends on how you see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love the feeling of overcoming something tough, because in the end, I made it through and for that, I'm happy. No point dwelling in those hurtful things that would only make life miserable. Everyone wants a happy life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1ehVF4hhHo/To_ZBBok6eI/AAAAAAAAANA/ToEfujUEMK4/s1600/Rainbow-%252525252B-Rain_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660981868269726178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1ehVF4hhHo/To_ZBBok6eI/AAAAAAAAANA/ToEfujUEMK4/s400/Rainbow-%252525252B-Rain_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1687377282251491863?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1687377282251491863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-rainbow-behind-every-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1687377282251491863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1687377282251491863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-rainbow-behind-every-rain.html' title='There&apos;s A Rainbow Behind Every Rain'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_asanUJxeA/To_WxunVhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VkWW4hMMwnM/s72-c/tumblr_lspycsV4oK1qafk25o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3947520886180419386</id><published>2011-09-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:17:38.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honk For Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that patriotism could be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around Klang town with huge banners and posters and screaming "Malaysia Boleh!" at the top of our lungs - indeed patriotism &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th of September, as you all know is Malaysia Day. This year, the Interact Coordinating Council decided to have the Merdeka Walk on Malaysia Day. We gathered in the Royal Klang Club at 9.00 am. And had our roll call after that. It was only at 9.45 am did the Interactors of 9 schools walked around Klang town and started the walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50XtEsMiXto/TnW5f7yr_FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CXxvhP49JnI/s1600/303811_281007075243425_100000024054031_1214869_168806143_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653628865510898770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50XtEsMiXto/TnW5f7yr_FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CXxvhP49JnI/s400/303811_281007075243425_100000024054031_1214869_168806143_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off their butts. =P&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUy_ADQoHU/TnW5fXbquNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/s3sjkV2bslg/s1600/300306_281006248576841_100000024054031_1214847_565791122_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653628855750670546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUy_ADQoHU/TnW5fXbquNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/s3sjkV2bslg/s400/300306_281006248576841_100000024054031_1214847_565791122_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice poster! =)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TovrWPKn4_o/TnW5fiwljOI/AAAAAAAAALA/OB19CK2oNJ8/s1600/303194_281006665243466_100000024054031_1214858_156074234_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653628858791202018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TovrWPKn4_o/TnW5fiwljOI/AAAAAAAAALA/OB19CK2oNJ8/s400/303194_281006665243466_100000024054031_1214858_156074234_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERDEKA! =D &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPR9p7bpm4A/TnW5flumqDI/AAAAAAAAALI/NmnSam4mn3o/s1600/298750_281007205243412_100000024054031_1214873_1333972593_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653628859588192306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPR9p7bpm4A/TnW5flumqDI/AAAAAAAAALI/NmnSam4mn3o/s400/298750_281007205243412_100000024054031_1214873_1333972593_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Lah" Language that can only be mastered by Malaysians.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMA_3-3I64/TnW7HfpkSOI/AAAAAAAAALo/6-Ip5y6LwNc/s1600/296715_281010761909723_100000024054031_1214962_1537423199_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653630644662847714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMA_3-3I64/TnW7HfpkSOI/AAAAAAAAALo/6-Ip5y6LwNc/s400/296715_281010761909723_100000024054031_1214962_1537423199_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some really enthusiastic Interactors. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC37Vmzpi_8/TnW7HFm8FuI/AAAAAAAAALY/gxWH5m6hRho/s1600/294729_281009295243203_100000024054031_1214921_37332584_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653630637672503010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC37Vmzpi_8/TnW7HFm8FuI/AAAAAAAAALY/gxWH5m6hRho/s400/294729_281009295243203_100000024054031_1214921_37332584_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking to instill patriotism into your little souls! Hey look! That's me!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8Fg8cyH8F8/TnW9QHK1UcI/AAAAAAAAALw/KaXOnMT7Ik0/s1600/299046_281009481909851_100000024054031_1214926_352355149_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653632991733567938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8Fg8cyH8F8/TnW9QHK1UcI/AAAAAAAAALw/KaXOnMT7Ik0/s400/299046_281009481909851_100000024054031_1214926_352355149_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malaysia Boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnfiauOzM-s/TnW94ZNN1cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9AQMMfXmrPQ/s1600/311748_281010965243036_100000024054031_1214968_107875688_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653633683770168770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnfiauOzM-s/TnW94ZNN1cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9AQMMfXmrPQ/s400/311748_281010965243036_100000024054031_1214968_107875688_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jalur Gemilang!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXjOaLWeCzs/TnW94fNTexI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LsL0tuJF6HM/s1600/312629_281008291909970_100000024054031_1214896_637671349_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653633685381151506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXjOaLWeCzs/TnW94fNTexI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LsL0tuJF6HM/s400/312629_281008291909970_100000024054031_1214896_637671349_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look so funny in this picture!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVtDKIdyEqo/TnW94I5vAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d89hDmb2Psw/s1600/309649_281010385243094_100000024054031_1214952_1601205870_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653633679393488898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVtDKIdyEqo/TnW94I5vAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d89hDmb2Psw/s400/309649_281010385243094_100000024054031_1214952_1601205870_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raja Zarina's banner.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvNRUIFl-RI/TnW-5hhxylI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uGqmwF17j2Y/s1600/307556_281011345242998_100000024054031_1214980_1506124513_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653634802695391826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvNRUIFl-RI/TnW-5hhxylI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uGqmwF17j2Y/s400/307556_281011345242998_100000024054031_1214980_1506124513_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Them awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxVjTV1BkWk/TnW-50zSnhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hVfpNHL4q48/s1600/301056_281012291909570_100000024054031_1215001_1536571833_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653634807869120018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxVjTV1BkWk/TnW-50zSnhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hVfpNHL4q48/s400/301056_281012291909570_100000024054031_1215001_1536571833_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Interact Coordinating Council.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some spotting cars actually honked when they passed by us. And we would be screaming and shouting and showing off our posters. And when the buses honked, that caused a lot of noise pollution but hey, it's Malaysia Day! They're honking for Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the Interactors of Batu Unjur did a sketch. It was funny, I tell you, funny. 'nuff said. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all good things must come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I asked someone wise who lives in my home if he was driving to Klang town and passed by this group of Interactors, will he honk? He said "Why not? I support, man!" Then I asked again, "Why? What about the government?" He said, "Government and country is two different things. I have a country to live in. No war, no famine, good food, sunny. And I'm proud of that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, I shall conclude by saying Merdeka! Saya anak Malaysia! And I'm proud of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--w_A39VHM5M/TnXEq861QQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/E3yI6V64n48/s1600/298431_272492746102182_100000243757132_1112971_660202493_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653641149419962626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--w_A39VHM5M/TnXEq861QQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/E3yI6V64n48/s400/298431_272492746102182_100000243757132_1112971_660202493_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Batu people rocks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! ps, pictures by Leera! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3947520886180419386?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3947520886180419386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/09/honk-for-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3947520886180419386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3947520886180419386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/09/honk-for-malaysia.html' title='Honk For Malaysia!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50XtEsMiXto/TnW5f7yr_FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CXxvhP49JnI/s72-c/303811_281007075243425_100000024054031_1214869_168806143_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5298028616991276600</id><published>2011-09-08T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:48:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Fabulous</title><content type='html'>You know life is good when you have parents who love you unconditionally. A dad who gives you advice on life, boys, education, career, business, fashion -- everything a girl needs to know. A mom who cooks good food, washes your dirty laundry, and still sews your button back on when it comes off your blouse. A sister who's there with you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part -- the person who annoys you and keeps you insane. A grandma who lives just next door to constantly remind you about the do's and don't's in life. Friends who'll smile at you whenever they see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roof above your head, to keep you protected from rain, storm and sunshine. A wardrobe filled with pretty dresses, and more to come. A bed with comfy pillows for you to hug at night. Teddy bears on your bed who guard you while you sleep at night. A school you can go to study and learn new things -- although it can get boring at times. Books for you to read and gain new knowledge -- though not many appreciate. And many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, a God who's there for you. Backing you up every single time; catches your hand when you fall; listens to your complains; answers your prayers; and He never leaves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time when you think that your life is bad, pause right there and think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is fabulous. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5298028616991276600?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5298028616991276600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-fabulous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5298028616991276600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5298028616991276600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-fabulous.html' title='Life Is Fabulous'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1312021979807139429</id><published>2011-08-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T06:41:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys And Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVfYbz-c0UE/TluNawoSCpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PtlM0pjBpZc/s1600/879386_477775_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646262048709020306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVfYbz-c0UE/TluNawoSCpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PtlM0pjBpZc/s400/879386_477775_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one thing that unites us girls is, gossip. Then , the one thing that unites boys is none other than football. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After shopping in AEON, my family and I were feeling a little hungry therefore we decided to stop by a mamak to grab our late dinner. Like all mamaks, there was a huge screen displaying the sports channel, and guys, all glued to the screen. So, we got to our seats and I was the only one having my back against the screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 11 pm, more guys started to stroll their way to the mamak as the next game is between Manchester United and Arsenal. Well, that explains why. There were so many people till some of them had to stand to wait for a seat. Lucky us for going earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hence, the game started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could hear people from other tables cursing when their team didn't score. You could hear the disappointment in their voices when the ball was just inches away from the goal post. You could hear the joy when their team scored. You could hear them clapping when their team scored a goal! One dude even stood up and beat his chest when the Manchester United's goalkeeper managed to block the penalty kick from Arsenal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What spoiled that night was the rain. Within seconds, the place was empty and all of the guys crowded themselves into the tiny shop. With their eyes, still glued to the television.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, Manchester United won. 8-2! Arsenal "&lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;" trashing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boys and Football. Brings them together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1312021979807139429?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1312021979807139429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-and-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1312021979807139429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1312021979807139429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-and-football.html' title='Boys And Football'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVfYbz-c0UE/TluNawoSCpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PtlM0pjBpZc/s72-c/879386_477775_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1824063180418527068</id><published>2011-08-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T06:42:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected</title><content type='html'>EXPECT the UNEXPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what I got --chicken pox. Who would have thought that a fluid-filled spot on my body was chicken pox?! Oh right, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knew that chicken pox will be so itchy? Oh right, everyone. Well, you can't blame me. I only got it a few days ago. And I thought I would be perfectly safe and chicken pox-free after the injection I got when I was 8. But apparently, we had to do 2 shots! We just did one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm stuck at home. Complete isolation from the outside world. At least, until next Monday. And then I get to see my friends! Ahh, I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken pox is slowly fading and by next Monday, you'll see me, all hyper and crazy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1824063180418527068?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1824063180418527068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/expect-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1824063180418527068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1824063180418527068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2153241636127542219</id><published>2011-08-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:22:26.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat '11 @ Concorde Inn, CHAINS</title><content type='html'>It might be a little long, but I'm sure if you read to the end, God will bless you! Enjoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been exactly three weeks since our YF Retreat, yet its memories are still fresh in my mind like it only happened yesterday. Because this camp was truly no ordinary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite frank, I wasn’t looking forward to camp this year, because firstly, I have exams the day after camp and secondly, many of my friends aren’t going. Nevertheless, I signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day, I was given the responsibility of compiling answers from the YF for a booklet we’ll be doing. Suddenly, I got so pumped up for this retreat. Plus, I was to chair for one singing session and was in the games team! I felt very useful and just couldn’t wait for my turn to get the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd of July finally arrived and I was leaping with excitement! The four of us – Brenda, Kavi, Phoebe and I packed ourselves into Belinda’s Myvi and off we went, heading towards Condorde Inn. The journey was short hence we reached our destination an hour later. Since we were the few ones who went there early, we had the opportunity to scout around the area. First impression : cozy and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others arrived in the evening and they quickly checked into their rooms. Well, most of them were lost and confused therefore the first session started pretty late. Well, actually all the sessions don’t start on time. Anyway, our first session was Ice Breaker and followed by a talk on God and Me. And mind you boys, we will come back and get back at ya the next time we play the “Knot Game”, you guys just got lucky! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First talk was by Mr Louis Ratnam. What struck me most in this talk is this question he gave after the talk: Who are you? For a second there, I was like, “Whoa, who am I?” I couldn’t really remember. I knew I was Joanna and I celebrated my Sweet 16 this year, and I’m a girl. But I didn’t think that that was really the answer that he wanted. But, I left the question aside because I didn’t want a question to burden and worry me. I came to camp to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, we had our breakfast in the Melting Pot Café. It sounds really tacky doesn’t it? But judge not! The food there is AMAZING~! There had a large variety of food from sushi to spaghetti to nasi lemak, anything you want, they have it! And you get to take as many rounds as you wish to! Now, isn’t that really awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING SPECIAL! I remember years ago we had one YF activity which was “Something Interesting”, this time, it’s “Something Special”. I didn’t know what to expect from this. So anyway, the Armor Game, is actually quite fun. It was… something special, eh? We had to choose one girl and dress her up according to the Ephesians 6:14-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with you feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our team –Air Asia dressed che che Faith and I must say, it looked pretty funny compared to the other teams. Our breastplate was made out of newspaper while the other teams used cardboards. And our shield was really huge. It even has a “Milo” sign on it. =) In the end, our team won. Yay! I didn’t expect that because Firefly and MAS (the other teams) did quite a good job. But apparently, we won because we had team work! Go Air Asia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came next was a reality check on pride. Pride is something that I have. In fact, everyone does. And I just get so ashamed with myself when I use the chance to serve God to show what I can do. Like the booklet, or chairing. And it’s so hard to humble yourself and to remind yourself that the only reason you can do all these things, is because God let it happen. Thank God, He showed my weakness through this camp. Then, we had a girl’s talk only. Mrs Win Karang, the speaker reminded us that we’re ambassadors of Christ and that God created us for a reason and He created us in our own special way! Sometimes, when life gets tough, you find everyone around getting what they want, except for you, you feel so useless and like you can’t do anything. Worry not! For God created you in HIS image and that’s why you can be called daughters, princesses of God! And you’re special in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time! I love love love love love love the food! This time, they even had desserts! So after my lunch, ignoring how full I was, I went on to take a few pieces on cake and a green jelly which tasted like lemon. After the meal, I was bloated. Full, but satisfied. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since our sessions didn’t really start on time therefore our free time was shortened to half an hour. You know it! We did jump shots! Took pictures! Just chilling with ma peeps! To the point where I almost forgotten that I had to chair the next meeting and was sorta…late. But anyway, I ran as fast as my legs can take me to the hall to find that once again, not many people was in it. So we waited a while. And then I chaired! I really love chairing and I definitely did remind myself that I’m doing this only for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joy is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart! For the King is in residence there! Let it fly, let the whole world know, that the Kind is in residence there!” One of my favourite Sunday School songs which I chose to sing. When I was younger I didn’t really get it, like how can a flag be associated with joy and castle and heart? And what’s even more confusing is that there’s a king living in there. Well, it just simply means what joy to have God living inside you. And you want the world to know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this “Who am I?” question was thrown to us again. And I seriously didn’t know how to answer. Well, I said I was a princess of God. But I somehow felt uneasy writing that down. So Uncle Andrew showed us a song entitled “Who Am I”, and I was like, OK, maybe I can get my answer from this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not because of who I am, but because of what you’ve done. Not because of what I’ve done, but because of who you are. I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, a vapor in the wind. Still you, here me when I’m calling. Lord, you catch me when I’m falling. And you told me who I am… I am YOURS.” After seeing that, I immediately smiled. Because that was my answer. ‘nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had our YF Bonding Activities, which was water gun war! Yeah, baby! Well, I didn’t have a water gun so I volunteered myself to be the hostage which was to be tied up in raffia string. The game goes like this, team A sends a hostage and team B does the same. Team A’s hostage is sent to team B to be tied up and team B does the same. Objective is to ‘kill’ everyone on the other team so that you can free your hostage. So yeah, I was tied up to this pole and guess what? Even after our team lost, my team completely forgotten to free me! I was still tied up there while the winning team was doing their victory dance and my team was somewhat still shooting each other. I was singing “Love Story”, the “Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone” part. But no one came to ‘save’ me. Thanks, team. I’m so proud of you. In the end, the opponent team had to free me. After that, most of us headed to the pool, since we were half wet. The guys were in the pool doing all those weird stuff guys do. While Brenda, Elaine and I were sitting at the edge and shooting them with our water guns. Yeah, man. Fun, I definitely had. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time! Man, I love love love love love love the food! This time, they had barbeque! Can this restaurant get any better? So, I ate a lot. 3 rounds. ‘twas really full after that. Then we had Big Singing. Oh I love singing so much. Don’t you just love singing? And then after that, was a gospel message. The speaker, Mr Vincent gave his testimony. And it just shows that it doesn’t matter if you’re a speaker, a pastor, or even a 16-year-old teenager, your Christian walk will never be a smooth one. But thank God that He’s always there to catch us when we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the few of us decided to hang out in the lobby and played “Dare or Dare”. Our modified “Truth or Dare”. All of us were really high and crazy that night. We dared each other to do star jumps, hug the pillar, twirl around for no apparent reason, say ‘hi’ to a stranger, stick yourself to the window, take a ‘lala’ picture of yourself, do the chicken dance in the middle of the room and strike a cool pose. Seriously, we really let lose that night. It was like for one moment, all our problems, at least my problems seem to fade away. I didn’t care about them. I was just hanging out with my bunch of closer peers in the lobby. Having the time of our lives. I love you people to bits and pieces! Thanks for that awesome night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, before the Breaking of Bread, we had breakfast and a photo session. Breakfast was good again. Love it. I’m so gonna miss the Melting Pot Café! Anyway, after that, Breaking of Bread. In case you don’t know what that is, it is the time where we, Christians remember what Jesus Christ did for us on the cross and that is to die for our sins. At that point, being almost the end of camp, I truly felt like I was His. It’s just an awesome feeling to be reminded of that. Joy indescribable. A short meditation by Uncle Sam later on. And then we had a photo session again because some people weren’t in the previous group photo. Then, we went back to our separate rooms to pack our bags. There’s always a feeling of sadness on the last day of every camp or holiday. And I just didn’t want to pack my bags to go home that fast. But every good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we actually check out and head home, we had one last thing to do. And that is to share the one BIG thing we learnt from camp! I just hoped that I won’t get pick to share, because I have feeling that if I got picked to share, I will cry. And sure enough, I got picked and I cried. Because you know why? It’s not tears of sadness, it’s tears of joy! Just to know that God’s always there for me even when I forget Him. And sometimes I just feel like I don’t deserve all His love but He still gives us love unconditionally. And that song Uncle Andrew shared with us truly became something meaningful in my life from that day on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that session ended, we headed to a restaurant for lunch. No, not Melting Pot Café anymore. And after that, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, this youth retreat – Chains, Concorde Inn, was no ordinary one. It reminded me of who I am and that is I am His and wait for it… He is mine! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next year! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2153241636127542219?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2153241636127542219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/youth-retreat-11-concorde-inn-chains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2153241636127542219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2153241636127542219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/08/youth-retreat-11-concorde-inn-chains.html' title='Youth Retreat &apos;11 @ Concorde Inn, CHAINS'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8449405018457886672</id><published>2011-07-17T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:56:33.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Speaks A Thousand Words'/><title type='text'>Picture Speaks A Thousand Words #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630265344426377986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B82DtN2SbvI/TiK4gBW6AwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mgj0s2y9xd4/s400/tumblr_lix20zJksX1qfp820o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Double-Edged Sword&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a comment on Facebook : The Holy Bible is a fun-filled, action-packed, mystery, suspense, comedy, love story and many more packed into one! The second I read that, it just dawned to me that it’s actually very true! All this while, the Bible seems to me like a normal book with &lt;strong&gt;LOTS AND LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of words in it. And sometimes, it can get quite boring. But it never occurred to me as an action-packed, mystery, comedy, love story. Maybe that’s why I barely read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, this missionary from Indonesia came to Uncle Andrew’s house for a special meeting. And all the cell groups were invited. He was gonna give his testimony and experience with a little-known tribe in Indonesia called Lauje. Bet you never heard of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; before, huh? At first, I decided not to go because I was OK – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But my mom told me that there was gonna be a lot of food, including macaroni and cheese, I immediately changed my mind. So I agreed to go and that was only because of the food. And so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I did not regret a single thing. Yes, I ate a whole lot of macaroni and cheese but food aside, I enjoyed the testimony this missionary gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what struck me most is how the Lauje people reacted when they &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; got their Bible in their native tongue! They were in all smiles, beaming with joy that they have the Bible in their dialect! Which took this missionary and his team &lt;strong&gt;15 years&lt;/strong&gt; to translate! That’s not exactly how I would react when I get a Bible. Because I already had a Bible in my language. It’s already translated years and years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think about it, it’s the &lt;strong&gt;BIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; I’m holding – my weapon against Satan; &lt;em&gt;my double-edged sword!&lt;/em&gt; They had to wait so long to finally get a Bible of their dialect. I already have a Bible in my language! And everytime I hold and touch the Bible, I should have the same reaction as the Lauje people! Because it is &lt;em&gt;God’s Word&lt;/em&gt;. And I have taken advantage of it because it bores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is my only weapon, my only double-edged sword against Satan. Without it, I can’t win the battle if Satan were to tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;must not&lt;/strong&gt; take advantage; I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; read the Bible. Because it is the only way I can have a closer relationship with God, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8449405018457886672?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8449405018457886672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-speaks-thousand-words-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8449405018457886672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8449405018457886672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-speaks-thousand-words-2.html' title='Picture Speaks A Thousand Words #2'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B82DtN2SbvI/TiK4gBW6AwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mgj0s2y9xd4/s72-c/tumblr_lix20zJksX1qfp820o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6464397767004534651</id><published>2011-06-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:33:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I'm So Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; glares at me, rolls &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; eyes and then makes a face. Gee, I'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all really that necessary? I mean, come on, does &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; eye-glaring, eye-rolling and face-making change a thing? What are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; trying to imply that is not already implied publicly? That &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hate me? Oh, I know that already. In fact, &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; does. So why don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; just save &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;face-making for some other time, eh? What say &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? Because seriously, &lt;strong&gt;I.DON'T.CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. If &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; trying to make me apologize, sorry &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;, no luck here. Because I don't even know what I did that wronged &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; the one who owes me an apology now. Or maybe &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; just trying to make me feel terrified. Well, no luck here either, &lt;em&gt;little girl&lt;/em&gt;. Because the only thing that makes me terrified is cockroaches. &lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; not a cockroach, are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, save &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; face for something else, okay, &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;? Because I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;I.DON'T.CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, I'm enjoying it. I'm trying to see how long &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a life to live. &lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; not my &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; problem. And &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; not the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; problem which I chose to ignore. Go ahead and glare at me, roll &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; eyes, make a face -- &lt;strong&gt;I.DON'T.CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm enjoying my life now, and &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;stand no chance to spoil even a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a piece of advice for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;: Don't hold anymore grudges, &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You'll&lt;/em&gt; get more stressed out, that means more white hair which means &lt;em&gt;you'll&lt;/em&gt; grow old faster! Now, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; don't want that, do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6464397767004534651?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6464397767004534651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-im-so-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6464397767004534651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6464397767004534651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-im-so-scared.html' title='Like I&apos;m So Scared'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3393210710652804752</id><published>2011-06-08T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:05:12.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Speaks A Thousand Words'/><title type='text'>Picture Speaks A Thousand Words #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Can Be Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBCInaeYMzc/Te86lcaUDrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Hv5A-bv2h7w/s1600/tumblr_llqxdi8HKb1qduys2o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615771675310427826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBCInaeYMzc/Te86lcaUDrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Hv5A-bv2h7w/s400/tumblr_llqxdi8HKb1qduys2o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone had a problem, my resolution for them is cry. Pour out everything that has been troubling you. Let it go, it’ll all be fine. Then, people will say that I’m tough and strong, and no matter what trouble or obstacle come my way, I’ll be able to handle it. You’re tough enough to go through it. You’re &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just don’t understand people. They just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; creating problems for you. And when that happens, you have two choices, either you take it positively and shrug it off or you take it negatively and create more problems for them! I have been caught in a few misunderstandings and like every other problems, it does not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about having problems is not being able to get over it and move on. That is just pathetic. One extra problem is just one extra burden. But getting over a problem is not as easy as you think! It’s there! You can’t just magically wave a wand and “&lt;em&gt;poof&lt;/em&gt;”, it’s gone! It doesn’t work that way! Getting over a problem requires patience. Something which I clearly do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should thank God for sending me those problems. God works in mysterious ways. And this must be His way of teaching me to be patient. At first, it was hard going through all the misunderstandings. I didn’t understand why it happened. I just felt like crying over and over again and maybe the tears can wash away all of my problems. I thought that maybe crying will make me feel good for a moment. Yes, &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt;. But after the tears have dried up, you feel the pain again. How much more tears only can the pain go away? At that point, I realized crying hasn’t really been the best way. Instead of crying, I looked to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what joy to finally realized God was the solution! How foolish was I to ask those who were having problems to cry! I should have told them to ask God for help! After all,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; is the one who gives us the strength to move on and get on with life. &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; is the one who is always there for us. No matter how big the problem may be, &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; will carry us through! The problems I have now suddenly seems so small compared to the greatness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you face an obstacle or just a little problem, &lt;em&gt;don’t cry&lt;/em&gt;. Ask God for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it is God who gives us the strength to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3393210710652804752?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3393210710652804752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/06/picture-speaks-thousand-words-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3393210710652804752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3393210710652804752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/06/picture-speaks-thousand-words-1.html' title='Picture Speaks A Thousand Words #1'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBCInaeYMzc/Te86lcaUDrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Hv5A-bv2h7w/s72-c/tumblr_llqxdi8HKb1qduys2o1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6292640416078928197</id><published>2011-05-31T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T02:40:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an AWESOME holiday, everyone! &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/7845300824724294678-6292640416078928197?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6292640416078928197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6292640416078928197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6292640416078928197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3947814677346171229</id><published>2011-05-04T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T03:15:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smell Drama!</title><content type='html'>What happened to Glee? Where it was just innocent high school crushes and relationships in McKinley High? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to just be Finn and Rachel, Sam and Quinn, Artie and Brittany, Mike and Tina. Now, it's a whole lot complicated -- Finn and Rachel broke up because Rachel cheated on him with Puck when she was feeling depressed upon knowing that Finn lost his flower of virginity to Santana, so now Rachel's still sort of trying to get him back despite Finn being in love with Quinn after they kissed. Quinn who was at first confused about her feelings for Sam and Finn, eventually chose Sam to be with. Until she found out that Sam decided to be Santana's boyfriend because he suspects something's amidst with Quinn and Finn's relationship. Although Brittany may be dumb, she knows how to talk about her feelings with Artie and to Artie. Thinking that Santana should do the same, they decided to sing a song about it as the starting of a conversation. Apparently Santana's a lesbian and she wants to be with Brittany. However, Brittany is in love with Artie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only stable couple in the show, is Mike and Tina and I can't believe this -- Puck and Lauren Zizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Santana's lesbian, what's gonna happen next? Mercedes is a lesbian too? Since she's the only one without a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen in the corridors of McKinley High.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3947814677346171229?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3947814677346171229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-smell-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3947814677346171229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3947814677346171229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-smell-drama.html' title='I Smell Drama!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2727588999556762478</id><published>2011-04-26T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T04:32:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber's My World Tour 2011</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that I’m a Belieber. But when my friend told me that Justin Bieber’s coming to Malaysia, I didn’t believe him. Because I thought Bieber was too famous a star to be in Malaysia. 5 days ago, I was singing along to Bieber tunes during his My World Tour 2011 in Stadium Merdeka and I still couldn’t believe he was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5pm, we left the house to go fetch my dad in his office. I was wondering why we had to leave so early when the concert only starts at 8.30pm. Well, because at 6pm, we were caught in a jam. A jam so bad that after every few songs, the radio DJ will announce that every highway leading to the Stadium Merdeka was congested. At 6.30, she said that it was wise for the parents who were going to get the children there to get going. But honestly, they were too late. The jam has already started and there was no other road to Stadium Merdeka that wasn’t congested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.45pm, it started raining and raining and raining and it didn’t stop! First, the jam. Then, the rain? It was agonizing! And the anxiety slowly crept into me when we were still on the road at 8pm. By then, we were so close to the stadium yet so far as the car only moved a few metres after a few minutes. The jam was really bad. Then my dad said this, “All because of a little boy coming to sing.” Haha… True. XD By 8.10pm, we only moved a few metres and by then you could see families with little kids and teenage girls walking past us. And then my dad told us to walk to the stadium because he knew that we couldn’t wait anymore. And so that’s what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 8.20pm, we reached our destination. While walking up to the stadium, I heard screaming in the stadium and was so worried that I have missed the first song. Upon reaching pink zone a.k.a the cheapest zone, we found out that there were still a lot of people who weren’t in the stadium. And all of them were pushing each other because they wanted to be in the stadium on time. I was no different from them. I even got scolding from a lady saying that she was here a long time ago, so you can’t just butt in like that. Well, that caught me off guard but I apologized politely. And then only to realize what’s the point in apologizing when everyone’s doing the same thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we managed to get in and get a seat. Fortunately, it hadn’t start yet. And the miracle was that my dad got there on time! The stadium was huge. And there wasn’t one seat that was empty. The stage was big with 2 screens on each side and 1 in front of the stage. I thought that was quite a stupid move. Because from where I sat, I could still see people on stage. They weren’t as tiny as I thought it would be. So the screen in the middle was a complete idiotic move. Otherwise, I would have full view of JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the screen started showing a countdown of 15 minutes. The crowd got even more excited! I was excited too! And by the time the countdown reached to 1 minute, the crowd completely lost it. We were all screaming because to us, our favourite singer is finally going to appear any moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“5…4…3…2…1!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB appeared on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was screaming. The wait was finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB sang his opening song – Love Me. And you can feel the difference in the atmosphere. Girls were screaming; fans were singing along. I was singing along too, well, just the chorus. Because that’s the only part that I knew. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then moving on to the second song, which the newspapers say is Bigger. I’ve never heard that song before. After that, he greeted all of us, saying: “Hey, Malaysia! *bla..bla...bla..* I want to make my fans happy! Because when U smile, I smile.” So, he sang U Smile. Along with his dance moves. After every song, everyone will be screaming. Then, he talked again. “I see a lot of pretty girls in Malaysia. So, I just wanna ask how many of you are single?” My hand immediately shot up but not my sister’s, so I scolded her for not putting her hand up. “Now, I wanna ask how many of you are lonely?” Well, I didn’t put up my hand for that because I don’t feel lonely. “Because tonight there’s gonna be One Less Lonely Girl!” So you guessed it, he sang One Less Lonely Girl. And then out of nowhere, I saw this girl on stage. She was completely dumbfounded and shocked. When JB gave her a bouquet of flowers and started serenading her, all she did was stare at him in disbelief. Wow! She’s so lucky. She get to touch him, and he touched her too. Hmph! I’m completely jealous. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took out his guitar and started singing Never Let You Go and Favourite Girl. And then, he threw his pick to the audience! To whoever who got the pick, YOU ARE SO LUCKY! After that, he went backstage for a costume change. While he’s backstage changing, some video clips of him when he was a kid was shown on the screen. “Hi, I’m Justin!” and then he starts to hit the chair like it was a drum. One clip, he was probably 4 or 5, he was singing the ABC song. Not long after that, everyone was singing along too. Before the clip ended, this was on the screen : I love you! =) *screams! He loves us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he’s back on stage. This time wearing black. And started singing One Time. Along with the dance moves. He also sang Somebody To Love, Eenie Meenie and Never Say Never minus the rap part. Next, he introduced his dance team. Each of them did their solo part. After introducing all of them, they asked Justin to do a solo part too. And he did a moonwalk which isn’t as perfect as Michael Jackson’s but that still made the crowd go wild. He also did a handstand. Yes, everyone was screaming too. Then, he introduced his musicians. And took over the drums and did a solo on that too. It Was AWESOME!!! It wasn’t the kind of drums you see in the music stores, this one had more high hats and snare drums. IT WAS AWESOME!!!!  See? Justin Bieber’s quite talented, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today’s a very special day for all of us. So, I just want all of you to close your eyes and Pray with me.” So, he sang Pray. After that, he said “Good night! Hope you had fun!” and went backstage. And I was like, that’s it? And the girls behind us started complaining saying “I can’t believe it! He didn’t even sing Baby!” So you probably guessed what happened next. Everyone was shouting “WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!” I did, too. I mean, he didn’t sing BABY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the screen said “Do you want MORE? Really? REALLY?” And then he came out again. “You guys really want more? Are you positive?” “YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” “Ok, I’ll bring out someone to sing with me.” So, he called out this person whom I have no interest in and sang a song which I have no idea what was it. When he finished, he left the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think that’s the song you guys wanted, right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YESSSSSSS!” we screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what’s the song you want?” he asked, obviously knowing what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” we screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You guys are doing this. *cuddling baby movement. OH! ‘Rock a by baby on the tree top’. Nah, that’s not it.” He teased. “Baby? OHH! ‘Hit me baby one more time?’ No…” &lt;br /&gt;“You know what? I think it’s just Baby, right?” he finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YESSSSSSS!!!!” we screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he sang Baby. For that, everyone sang along. During the parts where he wasn’t singing, you can hear the audience following along. I was there, singing too. The atmosphere was really different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thought you’ll always be mine…mine!” he sang. “Good Night, everyone! Hope you enjoyed!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was a whole lot of squeezing in between sweaty and impatient people. And a smooth 45 minutes ride home. Yes, it only took 45 minutes to reach home but 3 hours to reach Stadium Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. LOTS OF EM! Till today, I still can’t believe I was actually there in the concert! I can't I actually saw him in person! Well, only a span big but still, I can't believe it! All thanks to my dad who bought me the tickets! Thanks so much, daddy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days, I’m still having the Bieber fever. And so far, there’s no cure for it. This is definitely the best concert I’ve ever been to. Well, ok, the only concert I’ve ever been to. And I’m glad that my first concert is Justin Bieber’s concert. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2727588999556762478?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2727588999556762478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/justin-biebers-my-world-tour-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2727588999556762478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2727588999556762478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/justin-biebers-my-world-tour-2011.html' title='Justin Bieber&apos;s My World Tour 2011'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3015095939857413647</id><published>2011-04-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:11:03.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Easter Means To Me</title><content type='html'>This morning, during Worship Meeting, Uncle Sam shared this : "Some 2 thousand years ago, this was Jesus' last week on earth." That sort of made me realize that Easter is near. To me, it's not suppposed to be just another Easter, it's my first Easter after my baptism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days, I've been feeling this feeling of being left alone. Not that I am upset about it, it's just that it really got me thinking. Most of my friends in school were all busy for different activities. I, on the other hand, am not involved in anything so I was left spending time with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I walked along the corridors of my school, or whenever I made my way to my seat in class, or whenever I looked at the empty seats of my friends in class, I would feel alone. But, I know the Bible says that God is always with me. I will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be alone. But why was I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; feeling it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being the last Sunday Jesus had on earth, I was reminded again that on Easter day when He hung on the cross for our sakes, God forsaken His Son. That must have felt so painful for Jesus. The time He needed comfort from His Father the most, He was left alone. Because the sins of this world was too evil for the Father to watch. Therefore, God forsaken Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being reminded of this, I felt God's presence. Whenever there was a feeling of emptiness, it was because of the absence of God. God is here with me &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. And that assurance really calms me. Truly, this Easter means so much to me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Lives Forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hear Amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3015095939857413647?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3015095939857413647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-easter-means-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3015095939857413647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3015095939857413647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-easter-means-to-me.html' title='What Easter Means To Me'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1189078772447693555</id><published>2011-04-08T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T03:06:04.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Busy As A Bee!</title><content type='html'>The only reason why I haven't been updating is because of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I sound like a 30-ish woman with a successful career whose life is purely work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't wait till this week ends... I've got lots of catch up to do, piano class replacements to go and time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll continue to concentrate on what's the next big thing -- IU Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this Sunday! I can't believe it... I just hope my legs won't ache anymore from too much practising of Step Dance. I really want this to work and because it's gonna be TOTALLY awesome if we pull this off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&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/7845300824724294678-1189078772447693555?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1189078772447693555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-busy-as-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1189078772447693555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1189078772447693555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-busy-as-bee.html' title='As Busy As A Bee!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-4232154175736472731</id><published>2011-03-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:48:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, What A Beautiful Name...</title><content type='html'>Jesus had no servants,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had no degree,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had no medicines,&lt;br /&gt;yet they called Him Healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had no army,&lt;br /&gt;yet kings feared Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus won no military battles,&lt;br /&gt;yet He conquered the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus committed no crime,&lt;br /&gt;yet they crucified Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was buried in a tomb,&lt;br /&gt;yet He lives today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it is to be praising and worshipping a living God who is sitting at the right hand of God our Father! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57 : 9 - 11&lt;br /&gt;"I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations;&lt;br /&gt; I will sing of you among the peoples.&lt;br /&gt; For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;&lt;br /&gt; your faithfulness reaches to the skies.&lt;br /&gt; Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;&lt;br /&gt; let your glory be over all the earth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-4232154175736472731?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/4232154175736472731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-what-beautiful-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4232154175736472731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4232154175736472731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-what-beautiful-name.html' title='Jesus, What A Beautiful Name...'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-9164457174210404935</id><published>2011-03-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:50:49.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SUPER DUPER SWEET 16!!!</title><content type='html'>My sweet 16 has got to be the sweetest one in the History of all mankind. It's not only a sweet 16 but a SUPER DUPER SWEET 16!! I celebrated my Sweet 16 not once, but three times! Awesome is how I describe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at the strike of midnight... Text messages started coming in while I was watching a movie with my family. Since my birthday was the same as my dad's, my dad should be receiving birthday messages too. Instead, I was the only one. Poor dad... &lt;em&gt;It's okay, father, we all know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was pretty late already, so I hit the bed and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lesson I learnt from my Sweet 16 is that DON'T DON'T SILENT YOUR PHONE. On this particular day, my sister's friend -- Jia Wen told me not to silent my phone. I had no idea what came into me but I listened. Despite knowing that something was going to happen to me in the middle of the night, I slept. Occasionally, my sleep was interrupted by my phone ringing indicating a message. &lt;em&gt;Well, that's just the price you pay for being popular...&lt;/em&gt; Choi! Choi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th of March, 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning by watching Glee! And then, immediately after the show ended, I went to get ready for SHOPPING! Actually, my mom, sis and I went earlier to AEON to shop. Then around 2 something or so, I went to meet up with the YF-ers. Namely Belinda, Janice, Janet, Abel, Kavi, Elaine, Adrian, Dylan and Krishan. We were going to watch Rango! It's a tale about a lizard who's trying to discover himself and he learnt that the hard way. In the end, it's a happily-ever-after. Movies are like that. No happily-ever-after means not a good show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, more shopping! I don't know about you but for me, nothing spells perfect bliss than shopping. This is the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; way a girl can celebrate her Sweet 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since AEON doesn't really have nice shops to walk, we decided to have our dinner in Vivo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cS3VEjf-gY/TYQ-JH1DdsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jaQiOoCBdys/s1600/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cS3VEjf-gY/TYQ-JH1DdsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jaQiOoCBdys/s400/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585657764287575746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Brenda really look older than me? Because everyone seems to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZak56gQrNQ/TYQ_w6yh0yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2XtUDFI3WXQ/s1600/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZak56gQrNQ/TYQ_w6yh0yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2XtUDFI3WXQ/s400/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585659547493716770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOo3ocDRTMs/TYRAA89KulI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D_aKxns1gCQ/s1600/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOo3ocDRTMs/TYRAA89KulI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D_aKxns1gCQ/s400/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585659822953118290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dudes who went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM7zPEJAEmQ/TYRAQ43RoDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eXtW8dTJt00/s1600/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM7zPEJAEmQ/TYRAQ43RoDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eXtW8dTJt00/s400/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585660096732569650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why Brenda took this. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went for Prayer Meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that my family haven't really celebrated my dad's birthday so after the Prayer Meeting, we headed to Shanmuga and I treated my family to drinks and Roti I Love You. Yes, there really is such Roti. It's a mixture of jam, banana, egg and planta. Sounds kind of gross but it tastes quite good actually. You guys should try it some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th of March, 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my girlfriends have tuition on my actual birthday so I decided to celebrate it a day later. SHOPPING style!!! In one of my favourite malls -- Sunway Pyramid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast there! Hope you girls did too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak a thousand words so I shall let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQXPYSO8wuU/TYRCGx5vy3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/j-KSSvyVbOU/s1600/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQXPYSO8wuU/TYRCGx5vy3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/j-KSSvyVbOU/s400/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585662122088450930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shevita playing a game of Hit My Bum! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3k9SAUHzh8/TYRCa84NnOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1TE0a12PxpA/s1600/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3k9SAUHzh8/TYRCa84NnOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1TE0a12PxpA/s400/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585662468632190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Glow In The Dark Room. Whoa, look at my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLP22mjQPPc/TYRD3yQYlrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/su0IKZr6ePY/s1600/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLP22mjQPPc/TYRD3yQYlrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/su0IKZr6ePY/s400/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585664063508616882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mom even brought a cake! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saXvNZtBFL8/TYREJ3MkVzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4jpv4UJDkps/s1600/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saXvNZtBFL8/TYREJ3MkVzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4jpv4UJDkps/s400/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585664374072432434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terburnt" my fingernail while trying to light the candle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsFgtuaxQrE/TYREb1U7bzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gulrq2IBuXE/s1600/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsFgtuaxQrE/TYREb1U7bzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gulrq2IBuXE/s400/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585664682808274738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow sister! BLOW! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OJjmbaxdns/TYREtDPR58I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-6N7Ly7NGKY/s1600/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OJjmbaxdns/TYREtDPR58I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-6N7Ly7NGKY/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585664978600454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shevy, Sumi, Amy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-156AMzYebXQ/TYRE_9F0OzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/voWdI-Ib-Eo/s1600/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-156AMzYebXQ/TYRE_9F0OzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/voWdI-Ib-Eo/s400/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585665303367662386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Brenda and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UoevAKqXT4/TYRFi1PZwJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FoBOKecZIn8/s1600/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UoevAKqXT4/TYRFi1PZwJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FoBOKecZIn8/s400/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585665902555807890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeAkq3qBeLM/TYRFi7IfGoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sZzEQnkoPJE/s1600/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeAkq3qBeLM/TYRFi7IfGoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sZzEQnkoPJE/s400/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585665904137411202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these 2 dresses and instantly felt the connection with them. Unfortunately, the chemistry was broken when I saw the price tag. Nothing is getting cheaper in the fashion world these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 5 hours of shopping, I came home empty-handed. *sob sob... But, I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go back to Sunway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th of March, 2011 (Night)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time my aunt and cousin's took us for dinner in Friday's in Subang Parade to celebrate my dad and I's birthday. I was wondering why do we have to go to Subang Parade when we can have dinner somewhere in Klang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had no idea they will tell the Friday's staff to celebrate our birthday. They sang a song for us actually. I did not see this one coming. I had a video actually of them singing but it's taking me TOO long to upload it so I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can describe to you the song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song -- The Friday's Song is in English except they sang it too fast that you can't understand a thing. At first I thought it was some tribal language. But I did catch the first 2 sentences. I guess they purposely pronounced that clearly for you to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sings,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know but I've been told...&lt;br /&gt; Someone here is getting old..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that really reminded me of what I'm getting myself into -- Getting older. It's part of nature and it's &lt;strong&gt;unavoidable&lt;/strong&gt;. Growing up is just part of life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally surprised by this actually. Before they actually sang that song -- the Friday's song, I had to sing! Actually, my dad and I were given a choice between giving a speech or singing. But my dad chose SINGING! I knew what song he had in mind the second he decided to sing -- Nobody by Wonder Girls. And I did &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of the singing. So much for being &lt;em&gt;supportive&lt;/em&gt;, dad! Luckily, my sister boosted my confidence level by singing along. Phew! Close one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO8vz0t7WHQ/TYRKuaURYPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9nLCmXZvkfw/s1600/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO8vz0t7WHQ/TYRKuaURYPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9nLCmXZvkfw/s400/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585671599045042418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUU8_kqY-eE/TYRK_4pfHHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kb__NwEsFGw/s1600/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUU8_kqY-eE/TYRK_4pfHHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kb__NwEsFGw/s400/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585671899244862578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ketchup bottle was our microphone. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QH_4bRZ8Ha8/TYRLSnXf4kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YFHP7FA2QkU/s1600/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QH_4bRZ8Ha8/TYRLSnXf4kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YFHP7FA2QkU/s400/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585672221023527490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake for the birthday girl and birthday boy. Luckily I had a family to share it with, because it's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; sweet. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can call me the happiest girl on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly, &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed my Sweet 16. Thanks to those who made it real for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one happy girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYmsti_p8lg/TYRMf52YXCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCj7dN-wLGQ/s1600/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYmsti_p8lg/TYRMf52YXCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCj7dN-wLGQ/s400/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585673548834823202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-9164457174210404935?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/9164457174210404935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-super-duper-sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9164457174210404935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9164457174210404935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-super-duper-sweet-16.html' title='MY SUPER DUPER SWEET 16!!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cS3VEjf-gY/TYQ-JH1DdsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jaQiOoCBdys/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6194400891963399933</id><published>2011-03-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:14:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To PARTAY!!</title><content type='html'>Now's the time to partay~! Yeah, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's time to be free from all the busy schedules and homework of this teenage life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though just a week of holiday, girls (you know who you are..) get ready to shop till you drop! Yeah, man! Totally my kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's my birth week! Hehe.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6194400891963399933?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6194400891963399933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-partay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6194400891963399933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6194400891963399933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-partay.html' title='Time To PARTAY!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8233327967914053676</id><published>2011-03-10T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T05:48:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment and I</title><content type='html'>It doesn't mean when I said okay, I was really &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;. It doesn't mean when I kept quiet, everything was &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, I was no where near okay and everything was not even the least bit fine. I was &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; and I just felt like crying all over again. I just didn't fell like showing it just now, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew public speaking would be such a big deal to me? All this while, I thought I liked talking, so why not give it a shot? And so I did. I didn't really have the idea of being picked as our school's representative until the teacher told me about the prize -- a scholarship. Wow! A &lt;em&gt;scholarship&lt;/em&gt;? Now who wouldn't want that? I know I want it! Upon knowing the reward, I vowed to give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that afternoon, with butterflies in my tummy, I spoke. My hands were shaking, my legs were shaking, I knew the audience must have detected my nervousness! Despite being nervous, I tried my level best keeping it cool. Smile, a few hand gestures, intonation...voila! All the time I had in mind that I need to outshine the others and hopefully be chosen to represent the school. And then, get a scholarship! After I said my thank yous, curtsied and walked back to my seat, I knew I did my best. My best friend told me that I was good and hopefully the judges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I wasn't chosen for representing the school in the Klang district level. My best friend did, she was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;! However, there was still hope for the other competition where the prize is the scholarship. To me, I just wanted that scholarship. It is not until my friend reminded me of my dream of being a news caster/tv host did I realized that public speaking is indeed a great deal to me! Then, I knew I had to get a place in that competition. Not only for the scholarship, but as a stepping stone for my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought that life was so unfair. It always was! We just don't realize it until something happens to us. In my case, I didn't get what I wanted. Someone else did. Someone else who while I was presenting my speech, was &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; somewhere. Someone who didn't even take time to prepare a speech and didn't even show up! Just because she's a good debator, so another teacher recommended her and chose her. She is my friend but I can't help feeling mad! If you were in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; shoes, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't okay at all when they told me this. Both of them were scared to break the news to me because the last time I didn't get something I wanted, I cried. This time, I was stronger on the outside, but it was the total opposite on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fair. She's already a debator, couldn't the teachers be a &lt;em&gt;little more &lt;/em&gt;considerate and give this opportunity to someone else? I was so disappointed with the teachers because I really thought I had a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8233327967914053676?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8233327967914053676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointment-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8233327967914053676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8233327967914053676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointment-and-i.html' title='Disappointment and I'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5965426406256422584</id><published>2011-02-22T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:40:57.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5 Favourite Cartoons</title><content type='html'>Today, for English class, our English teacher -- Madam Tong asked us to go down to the library. So instead of picking a book to read, I sat in front of the television and started watching "Mr Bean- Animated Series". It was a rather fascinating scene-- Form 4 students giggling at one of Mr Bean's antics. Suddenly, I felt like I was a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today, I present to you my list of favourite cartoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fifth place, we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unavailable -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so far not picked out my fifth favourite cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHINEAS AND FERB!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIKpNMgLMYY/TWOPO4vud1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/J0f1ijX1g4Q/s1600/imagesCAVFSZ1N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIKpNMgLMYY/TWOPO4vud1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/J0f1ijX1g4Q/s400/imagesCAVFSZ1N.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576458249528309586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHZKd9ngsVg/TWOPOmdZEiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jChCp6rY07c/s1600/imagesCAQMSD4W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHZKd9ngsVg/TWOPOmdZEiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jChCp6rY07c/s400/imagesCAQMSD4W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576458244619571746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsudwznvK_Y/TWOPOjfWHZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ULYoDtVNYBQ/s1600/imagesCAEUYJEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsudwznvK_Y/TWOPOjfWHZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ULYoDtVNYBQ/s400/imagesCAEUYJEL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576458243822460306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kus11BreyM/TWOP7tGSYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-kTbGx_efmc/s1600/imagesCAZSE2FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kus11BreyM/TWOP7tGSYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-kTbGx_efmc/s400/imagesCAZSE2FA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576459019495825426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3UZ5VOwNM0/TWOP7gymthI/AAAAAAAAAGk/inpvGEWz5Nw/s1600/imagesCAMSNIK5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3UZ5VOwNM0/TWOP7gymthI/AAAAAAAAAGk/inpvGEWz5Nw/s400/imagesCAMSNIK5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576459016192046610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgE7VGJhv8U/TWOP7UCf6EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HoBOnUjOL1s/s1600/imagesCAGEPPHP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgE7VGJhv8U/TWOP7UCf6EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HoBOnUjOL1s/s400/imagesCAGEPPHP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576459012769048642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY SPIES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELsZl3FySnk/TWOQ9IIohwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KGKRlKY5f-8/s1600/imagesCAQ42F39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELsZl3FySnk/TWOQ9IIohwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KGKRlKY5f-8/s400/imagesCAQ42F39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576460143444920066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Loi-i853G0/TWOQ8pmxabI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WwTiFK6yNXk/s1600/imagesCALKYR4Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Loi-i853G0/TWOQ8pmxabI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WwTiFK6yNXk/s400/imagesCALKYR4Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576460135249832370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEsu62PpgUs/TWOQ7hzGCKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mgB-lKzyjv8/s1600/imagesCAL6B7BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEsu62PpgUs/TWOQ7hzGCKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mgB-lKzyjv8/s400/imagesCAL6B7BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576460115974162594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXU_HTRGAU/TWOQ680c92I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f24y2i_7eqo/s1600/imagesCAHMSTFM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXU_HTRGAU/TWOQ680c92I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f24y2i_7eqo/s400/imagesCAHMSTFM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576460106047747938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And first place goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQju1mvMiOY/TWORwx-lJmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lkcx4AWsqmk/s1600/imagesCAM4NDSI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQju1mvMiOY/TWORwx-lJmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lkcx4AWsqmk/s400/imagesCAM4NDSI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576461030850373218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp3k9wmTyfc/TWORwjqdrDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OMZqYKkgRgs/s1600/imagesCAK10Y1T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp3k9wmTyfc/TWORwjqdrDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OMZqYKkgRgs/s400/imagesCAK10Y1T.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576461027007900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qlkbq3RAIYo/TWORwkK0H7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-t3vTOgI5HE/s1600/imagesCA3564T2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qlkbq3RAIYo/TWORwkK0H7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-t3vTOgI5HE/s400/imagesCA3564T2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576461027143589810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zl4UaAFuSNc/TWORwdhuazI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_HHLGywUkh8/s1600/images%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zl4UaAFuSNc/TWORwdhuazI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_HHLGywUkh8/s400/images%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576461025360636722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the cartoons that I used to long for everyday. They were my childhood companions before this world ruthlessly stack me with busy schedules and homeworks. Suddenly I'm not a child anymore, but I will always remember how it felt sitting in front of the idiot box and the joy of fulfilling my television needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5965426406256422584?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5965426406256422584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-top-5-favourite-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5965426406256422584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5965426406256422584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-top-5-favourite-cartoons.html' title='My Top 5 Favourite Cartoons'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIKpNMgLMYY/TWOPO4vud1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/J0f1ijX1g4Q/s72-c/imagesCAVFSZ1N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2376046121250109858</id><published>2011-02-18T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:38:38.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout</title><content type='html'>I hope this will be the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; layout I'm changing. It's so tiring changing this and that. And computer language just confuses me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2376046121250109858?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2376046121250109858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2376046121250109858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2376046121250109858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/layout.html' title='Layout'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5211831434218855985</id><published>2011-02-16T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:34:38.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing</title><content type='html'>Time just &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; getting on to people's nerves, huh?! Because &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; can actually beat time. It's a race against the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 16th of February &lt;strong&gt;already&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought we just celebrated New Year's Day? Seriously, time is getting faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few updates. I joined BU Idol with my sister this afternoon. We sang "Fifteen" by Taylor Swift. We were already the second last contestant, so I thought maybe no one will cheer for us. But I was wrong! Many cheered for us and definitely did boost my confidence a little bit. As I stood in front of the audience, my hands were shaking, my legs were shaking and I thought my voice was shaking too. Well, I wouldn't say that we were the best but I thought it was good. Unfortunately, not good enough to enter the finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOO!!!!! Now, all my life's dreams and hopes are crushed and destroyed!! How am I gonna go on? Those judges!! JUDGES!!!!! I was GOOD! My sister was GOOD! We were GOOD! Why didn't you pick us? Now what am I going to do? Sit at home and rot and die???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I was just joking. Oh well, singing's just not my thing, I guess. But that doesn't mean I'll stop singing okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least I have one thing of my mind now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to focus on Public Speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Cyclone of Awesomeness signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5211831434218855985?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5211831434218855985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5211831434218855985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5211831434218855985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/sing.html' title='Sing'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3544159360408938468</id><published>2011-02-01T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:04:29.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Joanna Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggAu6Dc5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZnvsLcRBSPw/s1600/Camera%2BPictures%2B117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggAu6Dc5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZnvsLcRBSPw/s320/Camera%2BPictures%2B117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736136207233938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got NEW specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggAeOcWFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/o5jnGRO-eWo/s1600/Camera%2BPictures%2B116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggAeOcWFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/o5jnGRO-eWo/s320/Camera%2BPictures%2B116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736131729348690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goofing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggA7D693I/AAAAAAAAAF4/qbOCmKXQGzM/s1600/Camera%2BPictures%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggA7D693I/AAAAAAAAAF4/qbOCmKXQGzM/s320/Camera%2BPictures%2B118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736139469846386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Professor Joanna Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3544159360408938468?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3544159360408938468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/professor-joanna-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3544159360408938468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3544159360408938468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/02/professor-joanna-tan.html' title='Professor Joanna Tan'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TUggAu6Dc5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZnvsLcRBSPw/s72-c/Camera%2BPictures%2B117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2935799167198993223</id><published>2011-01-21T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:25:44.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16?</title><content type='html'>I guess you sort of guessed what I'll be posting about now -- Form 4. Yes, the so-called honeymoon year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this : Form 4 is &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; near honeymoon year. I wonder why people and the teachers keep reminding us that it's &lt;underline&gt;not&lt;/underline&gt; honeymoon year when we already knew that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters a thousand times worse, Weini and I are &lt;underline&gt;NOT&lt;/underline&gt; in the same class. It's not fair! But my mom just taught a very valuable lesson yesterday : Life isn't fair, and you just got to accept it as it is. But I know Weini &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; fight till the end. &lt;em&gt;Right, Weini?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not dwell on the negatives, ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to say about the positives too, even if there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I have finally come face to face with the new subjects that I fear since my friends started tuition last year. There's BM, English, Add Maths, Maths, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Moral, History and I'll be taking 2 extra subjects -- Accounts and Economics. However, this &lt;em&gt;does not&lt;/em&gt; mean I will finally enrol for tuition classes. I want to prove that one can succeed without the aid of tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me before I went for Accounts class last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The me after Accounts class last Wednesday is this : "I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to go for Accounts tuition because I don't understand a thing the teacher just said." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm breaking my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; rule! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next Monday, I'll be going for my first ever tuition class, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Add Maths has been quite easy for me and I claimed that I like it. That's because it's just the second chapter. Ask me a few chapters later, I'll probably give you another answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined pertandingan bunting yesterday in an attempt to be "very active in my extra co-curricular activities". In case you don't know what a bunting is, it's like poster except that it's larger. Like a banner. Our group chose the theme "Cintai Alam Sekitar" and so, I hope we win. &lt;em&gt;I want to get sijil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I sign off, there's a piece of good news that I'm proud to announce : &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to Justin Bieber's concert!!! &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little comment from YouTube for those who are Anti-Justin Biebers : &lt;br /&gt;"Calling him FAKE won't make you REAL,&lt;br /&gt;Calling him DUMB won't﻿﻿ make﻿﻿ you﻿ SMART,&lt;br /&gt;Calling him WEAK won't make you STRONG,&lt;br /&gt;Calling﻿ him UGLY won't make you BEAUTIFUL,&lt;br /&gt;Calling﻿ him MEAN won't make you NICE.&lt;br /&gt;Calling him﻿ GAY won't make you STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;So why bother? Every insult you make is only﻿ hurting yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very Happy Bieber day! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2935799167198993223?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2935799167198993223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2935799167198993223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2935799167198993223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16?'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-669321908700448304</id><published>2011-01-01T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:47:43.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 2011 Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TR7qHuMnSJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bw598lPi_Gw/s1600/tumblr_leb7gbly6r1qedcspo1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TR7qHuMnSJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bw598lPi_Gw/s320/tumblr_leb7gbly6r1qedcspo1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557136408602691730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has past and a new one has arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year with new wishes and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; all, 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Happy New Year to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-669321908700448304?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/669321908700448304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-2011-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/669321908700448304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/669321908700448304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-2011-post.html' title='My First 2011 Post!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TR7qHuMnSJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bw598lPi_Gw/s72-c/tumblr_leb7gbly6r1qedcspo1_500_thumb%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5468787900265465431</id><published>2010-12-29T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:33:36.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Father...</title><content type='html'>As the year 2010 folds into an end, with a new year beginning soon, I can't help but praise God saying, "Thank You, Father!". God has given me the most extraordinary year of my life! Though there were ups and downs, God was still faithfully beside me, guiding me through my everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a wonder to me, how God is forever so faithful to me. It's a even more a confusion when He's always been so faithful to me while I'm not. Despite everything that I've done wrong, He still so willingly forgave me. It always IS a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sent me wonderful achievements this past year. Achievements that make people go "WOW!". For instance, my PMR results. I'm a hundred percent sure that without God, I wouldn't have achieved flying colours! Or what about the Easter play and the Christmas presentation? I'm sure God was there all along, as an audience, clapping for His children's work! He was with us, and that's why we succeeded! But all glory ultimately is for Him and Him only. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, Father for being with us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.B.F. The most meaningful event to me. I thought organizing an activity for the YF committees was a piece of cake. Boy, was I wrong! Sometimes, when we take charge of  something, we get too caught up with the new position and we forget who really is the real boss. That's what happened to me. Until things don't go according plan, then you realize you need help. You can't do this solo. I almost wanted to give up until I prayed to God. Asking for forgiveness and for help. It was then, where I found peace and realize God was there for me. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, Father for helping me eventhough I pushed you aside... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me, you all know that my weakest strength is guys. Having a crush is not only a pleasant feeling but also a frustrating feeling. And for me, having a crush means depression. I remembered that I cried over a guy twice! But now, I realized it was just pathetic and stupid. I always felt like there's a hole in my heart. And I thought that the hole can only be filled with a guy. Again, I was wrong. When I couldn't take the depression anymore, I turned to God. How foolish was I to turn to God at the last minute! It could have saved me a lot of boy-drama! The hole was not for guys, it was for God! Oh, the joy I felt after the prayer. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, Father for still listening to my problems...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is one of my biggest and hardest problems to overcome. And I feel so ashamed for that. Reading the Bible shouldn't be a chore, but for me, it is. Maybe because I didn't understand it, or because I didn't have the time for it... But those are excuses. When Jesus knew He was about to die on the cross, He didn't complain; He didn't grumble; He didn't give excuses! So why should I? But it's human nature to give excuses. Commitment is what tells us to continue after stopping. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, Father for helping me to stay committed and to read your Word daily...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't end there. There's still LOTS AND LOTS of things that I can thank God for! Words can't describe His awesomeness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for being the Awesome God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the year 2011 be another extraordinary one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5468787900265465431?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5468787900265465431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5468787900265465431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5468787900265465431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-father.html' title='Thank You, Father...'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5453217475174717447</id><published>2010-12-28T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:12:24.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd December - The Big Day</title><content type='html'>If Santa Claus was a real person, I knew what I will wish for - straight As for my PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Santa Claus isn't real. But fortunately for me, God was 100 percent real. So all I can do was to have faith in Him. Even whatever results I got, I was to stay calm and to accept it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although everyone I know told me not to worry about the results, I still can't help but to worry. To make matters worse, I even dreamt about it twice in a row. With the same results - 7A 1B. Obviously, B for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to prove my dreams wrong, I went to school nervously with my mom and sister by my side. So, I told Sumi and Weini to meet me in the Foyer, but apparently they were already in the Dewan Terbuka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in line, I saw Ke Xin with an ecstatic look. You got it, straight As. Next in line, was Weini, sitting anxiously in front of the teacher. Suddenly, she screamed. She turned around, I could just see the pure joy and relief on her face. A few seconds later, Sumitra from the other table, let out a scream too. Both my best friends got straight As. Am I gonna join them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was thumping SO hard in my chest that I thought it'll jump right out of my body. My palms were getting sweaty and I couldn't feel my legs. I sat in front of my class teacher - Puan Santhi S. Then, to confirm that you have already taken your results, students were asked to tick at their names to mark their attendance. So, that's what I did, except that my hands were really shaking so the tick was really &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I flashed my BEST Joanna smile and said, "hi, teacher!". She looked at me, called my name, turned to a stack of other results slip and slid one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations, Joanna. You got straight As." she finally curved her lips into a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was stare at my results. Checking and RE-checking if my teacher got the wrong slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, gembira sampai tak tau apa nak kata ah.. Congratulations!" my BM teacher - Puan Puziah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her, turned around and then Puan Nirmala - Afternoon Session Head - congratulated me. I started looking for Weini and Sumitra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over the moon; on top of the world; on cloud nine. Whatever it was, I was EXTREMELY relief and was overwhelmed with this information that I thought will NEVER come true. Maybe that's why when I was with Sumi and Weini again, I cried. I just couldn't control the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God. This is the BEST Christmas gift you have given me. &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/7845300824724294678-5453217475174717447?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5453217475174717447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/23rd-december-big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5453217475174717447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5453217475174717447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/23rd-december-big-day.html' title='23rd December - The Big Day'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8708266338661512763</id><published>2010-12-22T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:27:32.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day where every hopeful 15-year-old goes back to school to receive the biggest results in the entire mankind - PMR Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Am.So.Dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8708266338661512763?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8708266338661512763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/terrified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8708266338661512763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8708266338661512763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/terrified.html' title='Terrified'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8686074386334226489</id><published>2010-12-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:59:09.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the joyful event of the year is finally just around the corner. You can smell something different in the atmosphere. The jolly and merry air around us, it makes me feel so happy! Christmas ALWAYS make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, Christmas was to me a day where you receive dozens of gifts from relatives, family and friends. Oh the joy of ripping off the gift wrapper and the surprise in the eyes of the receiver once the gift is open. And then when the end of the lips curved up to form a smile, you'll know that they're content with the gift. Happy. Satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the years go by, you realized that the numbers of gifts seemed to be decreasing. Like no one cares about Christmas shopping anymore. That's when you realized you're not a little girl anymore. You're all grown up. A young lady. As what my uncle from England addressed me in our first Christmas card of the year. And probably our ONLY one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas somehow resembles joy and merry as the festive season creeps in. I'm one to agree to that! The church is already decorated by a team of 8 the other day. The Christmas tree in my house is already put up. The choir and drama team has been practising hard for this event. Shopping complexes have put up their HUGE Christmas trees! As an attempt to attract more customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so right, but yet so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we get too caught up with the gifts and Christmas trees and shopping, when actually Christmas is about Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the play I wrote last year! Christmas is the day where Jesus Christ is born! The day the Son of God steps onto Planet Earth! The day He begins His journey to Calvary to save us from our sins! The day He steps down from His glory for us - weak, sinful people! It's just TOO amazing to be described. Indescribable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I took advantage for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Jesus, I thank you for everything you've done for me. For coming down to earth. For taking my place in Calvary to die for me. A sinner. I just pray that you'll help me to walk with you MORE. To discover about you more as I read the Bible. The Bible is the ONLY weapon that I can use against Satan. And I'm taking it for granted. Father, forgive me. But thank you for forgiving me! Thank you that I have the opportunity to live for you, walk with you, serve you, praise you and love you! My ONLY Christmas wish...is that I may love you more and more and more and more... Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8686074386334226489?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8686074386334226489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8686074386334226489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8686074386334226489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My Christmas Wish'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-924147502248315581</id><published>2010-12-14T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:06:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Red Shiny Aura</title><content type='html'>It's not like it's a BIG shiny Estima or a classy Porsche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a Little Red Shiny Aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, everyone recognises it as it drives its way around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes mom, it's your car. Your Little Red Shiny Aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Little Red Shiny Aura has served you years even before I was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Little Red Shiny Aura has drove me everywhere I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Little Red Shiny Aura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-924147502248315581?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/924147502248315581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-red-shiny-aura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/924147502248315581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/924147502248315581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-red-shiny-aura.html' title='The Little Red Shiny Aura'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5625172678118645506</id><published>2010-11-17T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:01:44.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Should I or should I not cut my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked my friends weeks ago, their reply was, "No!! Joanna, don't!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the majority of my friends would want me to keep my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm contemplating whether I want to, because at the end of the day, it's still my decision, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my decision is...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to cut my hair!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the dilemma is what style should I cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layered bob? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short layered hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, hairstyles confuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5625172678118645506?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5625172678118645506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/hair-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5625172678118645506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5625172678118645506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/hair-dilemma.html' title='Hair Dilemma'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2087672986737661773</id><published>2010-11-09T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T02:49:38.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To Remember</title><content type='html'>When God talks to you, does He whisper? Or is it your conscience telling you that that is indeed God talking to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years back, my church showed a video clip on missions and other Christians around the world, particularly Christians from countries who persecute them. That night, I told myself I want to help. I want to preach them the Gospel and tell them that there is hope in life. Considering my being the kind of girl who doesn't life being out of her comfort zone, I didn't know if it was God's will for me or was it just my wish. Till today, I'm still unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, some of the Orang Asli kids came to our church for our Sunday School's Sports Day. Deep down somewhere, I felt something for them. I've never been good around kids, but it was so different with these kids. Eventhough my BM is lousy, we could still communicate and I clicked with them almost immediately. Is it just me or was it the kids that made me comfortable around them? I don't know, but I vowed to meet them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opportunity finally came knocking on my door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to meet them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to paint their church in Kampung Dusun Seratus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last weekend, a few of us headed by Uncle Peter -- Belinda, Rachel, Janet, Brenda, Adrian, Kavi, Hoong Jin, Hoong Lyn and me went to paint their church! Asked if painted before, my sister answered :" Ya! Water colour la?!" So, ya, I have zero experience in painting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, zero experience doesn't mean I don't know how to do it, right?! I mean, how hard can holding the brush and spreading the paint on the wall be? I think I spoke too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkbhEBiXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fDS2wDrluGc/s1600/75303_445908821970_639126970_5813506_2366853_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkbhEBiXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fDS2wDrluGc/s200/75303_445908821970_639126970_5813506_2366853_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537487471658556914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm trying to poke the brush into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be easy but it can be pretty tiring and exhausting. My hands were sore after the painting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention we have to paint the whole church? Inside out? Ya, I didn't. Now you know why it's so tiring. Well, I can't actually take all the credit as I have to lift my hats up to the Orang Asli who helped us willingly! There were 3 or 4 of them, and 10 of us. Guess who painted the fastest and the prettiest? What? Did you say us? WRONG! It was them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame the city kids who have zero experience in painting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I played in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scans through brain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever played in the rain before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of my ever-protective mother who doesn't want me to catch a cold. Or I just didn't like being wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either excuse, that day was my first. Again, I wouldn't count as "playing in the rain", it was more like "bathing in the rain". It rained, and their toilet (not exactly a toilet) consists of only four walls, a tap with non-stop flowing water and a basin. No, no, I didn't miss out roof or door. The toilet literally has no roof and door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not whining, just to let you know. I'm describing. I was half expecting the place to be like that and was prepared. I'm not whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyway, back to the toilet. Well, you see, these people don't bathe like us. Like us, we take off ALL our clothes before showering, right? But them, they wear a sarong around them and shower! So, now you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, I thought I was going to lose an ear! I never, NEVER bathe in cold water and on that day, I was forced to! The non-stop flowing water was cold plus the rain, it was double the coldness! I was freezing, literally shivering! (Note to self: Must learn to bathe in cold water...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had Sekolah Minggu (a.k.a Sunday School) with the Orang Asli kids. We introduced ourselves and the kids really had a hard time remembering AND pronouncing our names. My name became Zu-wan-na and Jo-na and lots more quirky names. I can't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our little "Wayang Kertas" which I think was actually successful, considering that we didn't even have time to practise. Though the kids were mostly distracted with I don't know, bugs? The dark? Or the people behind the cloth? But, I think we did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lights out at 9.45pm. Of course, I didn't sleep that early! Are you kidding me? We talked till it was almost midnight then it was really lights out. At least for the others. I couldn't sleep! Yes, you guessed it, the snorings! I'm a light sleeper, even the slightest sound, I will be wide awake, let alone amplified snorings! It was like "The Sound of Music", except that it wasn't music to my ears. I felt like I was in either a competition for who being the loudest snorer or in an opera of snorers, snoring different parts! So, the time I was awake was longer than the time I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I had to wake up for morning Worship. I must say that I'm pretty impressed with Uncle Peter's BM. He gave a message in BM! BM!!! And I can't even string a sentence of gramatically correct BM! And I'm a MALAYsian. Right, I know what to write on my 2011 New Year Resolution list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was WATERFALL time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkjuXEiH1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5nhw22M4ekg/s1600/76656_445953751970_639126970_5814644_1490230_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkjuXEiH1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5nhw22M4ekg/s200/76656_445953751970_639126970_5814644_1490230_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537496496202719058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me jump! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had LOTSA fun!!! Well, the waterfall was unmistakably cold but I had to forget it if I were to have fun! I jumped only twice because I was scared. And the Orang Asli kids can just push each other into the water, I'm like :"Nooo!! You're gonna get hurt!" Yeah right, hurt is the last word in their vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing into dry clothes, we decided to head back to Klang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww! I'm gonna miss these kids!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkku_dlpCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z5w8kihNfOw/s1600/77105_445956521970_639126970_5814681_3500502_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkku_dlpCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z5w8kihNfOw/s200/77105_445956521970_639126970_5814681_3500502_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537497606556853282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo! Not really, just with a few of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : I had fun! Loads of FUN! Am gonna come back again in the future! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNklUF_ctvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7DIeiiFUnz0/s1600/76848_446188826970_639126970_5820080_1836678_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNklUF_ctvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7DIeiiFUnz0/s200/76848_446188826970_639126970_5820080_1836678_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537498243964647154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2087672986737661773?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2087672986737661773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2087672986737661773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2087672986737661773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-remember.html' title='A Trip To Remember'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/TNkbhEBiXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fDS2wDrluGc/s72-c/75303_445908821970_639126970_5813506_2366853_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5203178954994053642</id><published>2010-11-01T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T03:35:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>As far as I know, Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we disagree with the differences between both gender and the outcome is bad. We judge people without us realising it and before we know it, there's a drift between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that the drift between the YF members are now connected again. It was good that we had a feedback session during our trip to Genting. The girls had a chance to understand the guys and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences between us, the disagreement between us...... We'll just have to live with that and hopefully learn from it and grow together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5203178954994053642?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5203178954994053642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/differences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5203178954994053642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5203178954994053642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/11/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6491196560133899627</id><published>2010-10-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:34:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm still having a writer's block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be flowing into me, I can't find the inspiration to write nor can I find any events interesting enough to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, to think about it, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget UNESCO, I thought it was the most boring thing I've attended so far. And all because of a certificate which claims to contribute a lot in our extra-curricular marks. But I still ended up there because all my friends were going. You see? This is what friends are for, following you whereever you go no matter how boring the event is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to the BBQ which was held in Uncle Liong Chee's house. And I must say that I ate A LOT! By the time I finished my last sausage, I was definitely bloated. I can't help but remember my episode with the potato. It took me 3 times to roast the potato and it was still half-cooked! Of course, I didn't want to roast it again. I need my potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Wee Kye came for stayover! Had a really fun time and of course, we discussed about the Non-Committee Day. And my oh my, did we have a really, REALLY hard time thinking of a new name replacing the old one. *Wee Kye, I think change to CRAB can la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Prefects' Gathering! Which I thought was really the best day of the month so far. And Anne!!!!!! I have officially become a fan of yours!! You looked so pretty that day!! I almost felt like nothing standing beside you. Cheh~ Perasan. Hmm, speaking of which...the sketch was a success! Which totally reminds me of our practise outside Giant. People were staring at us! Haha. Not forgetting the prank we (Darweenaa, Sumitra and I) pulled on the others! Haha. Sigh~ Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope life slows down at least a little for me to embrace and enjoy every second I have left before doom year-- Form 4 starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6491196560133899627?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6491196560133899627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6491196560133899627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6491196560133899627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2494172215097648419</id><published>2010-10-19T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:50:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>Why ain't there anyone updating lately? I thought everyone would have a tonne of ideas to blog about but apparently, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, blogging. Hoping that it will inspire people to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right, some sort of an inspiration I got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I have done so far after PMR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finally finished PS, I Love You! Joy!&lt;br /&gt;2) Made a bracelet. I'm so proud of myself. I'm shedding tears of joy!&lt;br /&gt;3) Sang for a choir which I thought was a disaster. Everyone was at their own key. Just pray that I won't mess up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4) Planted 7 trees with my best buds, Sumi, Weini, Shevi and Anne to make the world a better place to live in. *coughs* The air is still ain't clean.&lt;br /&gt;5) Started a "Life After PMR Holiday Journal". Which I think it's pretty lame 'cause I couldn't think of anything fun to write yet.&lt;br /&gt;6) Practised the "Earth Song" and "Heal The World" for tomorrow's event. Pray that I won't screw up!&lt;br /&gt;7) Have fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life without studies. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2494172215097648419?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2494172215097648419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2494172215097648419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2494172215097648419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3390458922820476534</id><published>2010-10-14T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:13:06.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Ru Min</title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you're supposed to write a note with 25 random things, habit, goals or facts about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person that tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to learn to sew!&lt;br /&gt;2. I hiccup at random time. =P&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to blog. &lt;br /&gt;4. I turn on my own radio channel when around with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;5. It's called JLynn.fm.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love Bruno Mars' "Just The Way You Are"&lt;br /&gt;7. I think I'm pretty. ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. I love high fashion!!&lt;br /&gt;9. I think I worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;10. I believe that the world is not going to end on 2012.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm bad in predicting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate pigeons when they all flap their wings at the same time!! Grr...&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm still keeping my hair which I cut last year. ^^&lt;br /&gt;14. I believe that girls can ask guys out too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;15. I love the Annoying Orange too!&lt;br /&gt;16. My first book is named "Bitter Sour Salty Sweet"!&lt;br /&gt;17. I've been experiencing a really bad writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;18. My cousin is the only guy I know that is a fan of Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;19. I like Justin Bieber's hair. =)&lt;br /&gt;20. My all-time favourite cartoon is "The Powerpuff Girls".&lt;br /&gt;21. I suck at Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;22. But I thought that the Chinese Paper for PMR was quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;23. This is my first time doing a tag. =0&lt;br /&gt;24. I plan to take Mass Communications.&lt;br /&gt;25. I want to go overseas to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! Phew! Took so long to think of 25 random things! Now, I'm lazy to tag another 25 people. Don't wanna give them more burdens on their shoulders anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ru Min, you know more about me now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3390458922820476534?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3390458922820476534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagged-by-ru-min.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3390458922820476534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3390458922820476534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagged-by-ru-min.html' title='Tagged by Ru Min'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7531148786226939576</id><published>2010-10-13T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:50:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Okay, *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR's OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I just can't stop screaming about it!! Have you ever thought that 10 months would just zoom past this fast? And have you ever thought that PMR was ever going to past? Honestly, I've started making plans on what I intend to after PMR and I never really thought that the "After PMR" was ever going to happen. Suddenly, it's after PMR. Like 'Whoosh!', the time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, let's not babble anymore on the topic PMR, it just hurts my brain at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! PMR over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just can't stop saying that. In fact, I can't think of anything to say other than that. Too much of PMR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I shall stop writing till I find something interesting to write. 'Cause seriously I think it's too much of PMR, that I can't think of anything exciting to write! Wow, this is scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7531148786226939576?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7531148786226939576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/ya-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7531148786226939576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7531148786226939576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/10/ya-im-back.html' title='Ya, I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-9137635107412819060</id><published>2010-09-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:28:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctuation</title><content type='html'>An English Professor wrote this on the board :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A woman without her man is nothing" and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the males in the class wrote :&lt;br /&gt;"A woman, without her man, is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the females in the class wrote : &lt;br /&gt;"A woman: without her, man is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation IS Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-9137635107412819060?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/9137635107412819060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/09/punctuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9137635107412819060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9137635107412819060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/09/punctuation.html' title='Punctuation'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7675688967460953752</id><published>2010-09-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:08:49.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Blog is currently ON HIATUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the obvious reason is. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, Roo, I'll do your tag thing after PMR, if you can wait ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7675688967460953752?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7675688967460953752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7675688967460953752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7675688967460953752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8903440434072791611</id><published>2010-08-23T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:38:25.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby</title><content type='html'>Today was rather a depressing day. I cried so hard and so long that my eyes started swelling up and hurts when I squint them. I just couldn't grasp the fact that I did so badly in my trial exams. Well, in Geography so far. Something also tells me that this is not the last breakdown of the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Never study last minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8903440434072791611?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8903440434072791611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/08/cry-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8903440434072791611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8903440434072791611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/08/cry-baby.html' title='Cry Baby'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6185523213221281963</id><published>2010-07-26T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:27:33.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 60 Minutes Of Being A Teacher</title><content type='html'>Like every other little girls, I only had ONE ambition -- a teacher. I would make chalks out of paper, 'mark' used exercise books like how my teachers do, keep the balloon stick as my cane and even made up names for my so-called students. But as the years go by, little girls grow more mature and more sure of what they want, I, like every other girls dropped my ambition as a teacher. I just realized that teaching wasn't my profession because I had a deep passion for writing. But deep inside my heart's core, I still had a thing for teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had my chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th of July, I was the substitute teacher for my Church's English Tuition Standard 1 Class. Teaching an imaginary group of students was a stroll in the park. However, now with real responsibilities put on my shoulders, I wasn't so sure if accepting to be the substitute teacher was the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, I received the materials and was immediately stunned at the exercises that were to be given the following day. I panicked as it wasn't my cup of tea. I was supposed to teach and explain Possesive Adjectives and Possesive Pronouns. I doubt you even know what that is. To be frank, I didn't know. So, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example : &lt;br /&gt;1) This is my blog. (Possesive Adjective)&lt;br /&gt;2) This is Joanna's blog. (Possesive Pronoun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to teach that to 7-year-olds! (Well, the other exercises were easier like comprehension and body parts and spelling. Just this one that's particularly challenging.) I have no diploma in English, no experience in teaching and I haven't even sat for my PMR! Which means I have absolutely no qualifications to be a teacher, unless getting an A in English for my UPSR examinations is counted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, at 3.00pm sharp, I reached my class and was surprised to see 5 innocent 7-year-olds sitting prepared for class. I was either late or they were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the attendance, gave them spelling test and started doing the worksheets. We read the comprehension together. I instructed them to label the body parts. They told me their answers for the spelling exercise. And then the CHALLENGING PART!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained Possesive Adjectives and Possesive Pronouns almost 10 times! And yet they claimed that they understood but with that face! How can you look confused but understand at the same time? Well, I can't blame them. They're really poor in their English and that's what teachers are for. Fortunately, it was time and I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 60 minutes as a teacher wasn't so bad after all, except the Possesive grammar. (ps, I practiced that in front of my sister many times. Can you feel the fear and nervousness I had?) I had fun and was definitely challenged. I had butterflies inside me at first but then I found the net to catch them all by the end of class. I was proud at myself for achieving something new. So, just in case my writing career goes down the slums, I know what I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6185523213221281963?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6185523213221281963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-60-minutes-of-being-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6185523213221281963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6185523213221281963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-60-minutes-of-being-teacher.html' title='My 60 Minutes Of Being A Teacher'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2563944328274347486</id><published>2010-07-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:46:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>Loved it! Loved it! Loved it! Loved it! Loved it! LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2563944328274347486?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2563944328274347486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2563944328274347486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2563944328274347486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7388782565079541573</id><published>2010-07-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:18:34.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>Yes, the semangat bola has mysteriously and silently crept its way into me. I used to really really HATE football but now, I'm a crazy fan of football though I do not know how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first football match was Germany vs England. And Germany won 4-1. Maybe that's why I started liking football and Germany was my choice to support. I knew almost everyone on the team and was really looking forward to a Germany-Holland finals but ended up with Spain vs Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you're wondering whether I watched the finals and the answer to that question is yes. But I didn't watch the extra time as I was really tired and because the game was B-O-R-I-N-G!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been so much fun if it was Germany vs Holland. All because Thomas Mueller did not play the semi-finals. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain won, I'm not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7388782565079541573?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7388782565079541573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-world-cup-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7388782565079541573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7388782565079541573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-world-cup-2010.html' title='FIFA World Cup 2010'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5905459908526418084</id><published>2010-07-12T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:50:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COPA IBA 2010</title><content type='html'>You know, events like COPA IBA and IBA Unplugged just don't get old. They really don't! Because it is these events that make our Christian life much more colourful and interesting, besides learning God's word and being more like Christ. Being a Christian is not just about memorizing Scriptures and attending Bible Class but also to fellowship with other brothers and sisters in Christ! Though I must confess that I'm not the sort of person who makes friends easily nor interacts easily, but I'm trying to work on that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the tournament, we were told that there were only 6 under-15 teams competing this year, including our team and that we have one in six chance of winning. Having said that, I was like "Great, it's gonna be SO MUCH MORE embarassing to lose this year since there's only 6 teams!" Surprisingly, I was proven wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, skipping the registration, short message and briefing part, the whole of Real Sports Arena was already packed with vibrant, excited and enthusiastic young people, including me. I was supporting and cheering for my team even before the match because I was a hundred percent sure that we were going to be knocked out during the first round. So to avoid the harsh discouragement that we were about to face, I started cheering. To my surprise, I was wrong. Oh, in case you were wondering what sort of a match this is, it's Captain Ball. Something like Netball, except instead of a net to shoot, a person who is the Catcher will catch the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 games were the best! Never before in the history of Port Klang Gospel Hall Youth Fellowship did we ever win a match. Well, I must say thank you to the whole team who put in so much effort and training to achieve what we did. To those who were in the team, me, my sister, Wee Kye, Audrey, Weini, Khye Xuan, Sing Li, Kavi, Marcus, Awyong, Priyanka, Caitlin and Nanthini. You guys did your best and thanks so much for supporting. So, ya, we won the first 2 games against Bandar Sunway and Petaling Jaya and we were ecstatic. Mainly because we never won before and because we won't be last AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 2 games, not so good. We got thrashing kau kau from Bangsar and TTDI. But, it was a good game though. There, I got to meet up with an old friend of mine. I never expected seeing him on court playing for TTDI and I never thought I will see him again. I must admit that he has grown much more good-looking and ya, I talked to him a little. Still the same old sarcasm and cheekiness. But, he's grown taller. I used to be taller than him but it's the other way round now. I used to think that guys who are shorter than me will remain shorter than me forever. Having learned about Growth in Chapter 5 Form 3, I completely changed my philosophy that guys who are shorter than me remain shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, we won 3 out of 5 games during the first round. The other team we beat was Shah Alam. And we got into semi-finals! I was definitely proven wrong and I'm totally ashamed for my pessimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we're playing against the GIANTS - TTDI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we lost that match because the catcher AND defender from TTDI is just TOO good. The girls were aggresive unlike the soft and gentle girls from our team. So, we lost the game and there was no third-fourth placing but I would like to claim that we were third because we were during the first round. With Bangsar first and TTDI in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals, we stayed back for finals and Bangsar took home the victory. A very close fight, I must say. There were 5 of us left in the arena and 3 of us supported TTDI while the other 2 supported Bangsar. (Yes, I supported TTDI since I had a friend there.) First, the score was 8-6 with TTDI leading. And then it was a draw. And then Bangsar scored another goal which means they led 8-10. TTDI didn't give up and made the score a draw again. And just in the nick of time, Bangsar secured the gold medal by scoring 10-12. Wow, close fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had fun. I think if there was an award for the best supporting church that has to go to us. We even made pom-poms out of rafia strings and cardboard banners to cheer for our team. It was definitely crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, COPA IBA just don't get old and I'm definitely in for next year's tournament!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5905459908526418084?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5905459908526418084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/copa-iba-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5905459908526418084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5905459908526418084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/copa-iba-2010.html' title='COPA IBA 2010'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1599372392845105322</id><published>2010-07-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:24:07.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Today, I forgot to set my alarm clock, hence, I woke up late. Usually, I would wake up at 6.23am. (Don't ask why at the 23rd minute.) But today, I woke up at 6.36am. 13 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly made my bed and rushed to the toilet. Brushed my teeth, bathed, changed, tied my hair and had my breakfast in the speed of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I got to school earlier than I usually do. Ironic, huh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1599372392845105322?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1599372392845105322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1599372392845105322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1599372392845105322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/07/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7178343760989437635</id><published>2010-06-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:45:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>School's back and I just can't wait for the next holiday. One main reason is because I didn't spend this holiday the way I wanted to spend it. I didn't have the maximum joy and fun I was supposed to get usually during the holidays, which made we look back at how my sister and I used to spend our holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flashback-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we used up the whole "Middle Room" as our Playhouse. It was usually fully booked by my sister, me and all our stuffed friends. We would take out ALL and yes, ALL our stuffed toys from the big red basket and play with them as if they were alive too. Oh, how naive and innocent we were then! But who could blame us, we were just in our primary days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I was a little girl, my ambition was to become a teacher. Very predictable, you say? But have you ever thought of rolling pieces of papers to make chalks? Have you ever thought of using used exercise books as your "students'" exercise book to mark? Have you ever thought of making up names for your "students" and then mark their attendance? You could have probably saw that I was indeed very serious in being a teacher. So, I would often lay down my stuffed friends a.k.a the students on my bed or on plastic chairs and then teach them! With a book on one hand, and a "chalk" on the other hand, I was pretty serious for a young girl then. Sometimes, I would even borrow the cane from my mother to spank them! &lt;em&gt;Life was fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times, my sister and I would pitch up the Mickey Mouse tent that was given to us from our nieces (cousin's children) because they were migrating to Australia. We would pitch it at the corner of our Playhouse, putting in some pillows and chairs as the furnitures. It was a multipurpose tent. Sometimes, it would be a house, other times, it would be a restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of restaurants, I remember how we observed the restaurant waitresses when they took our order. They would always have this blue or black piece of paper behind the piece of paper they were going to write on. Apparently, it copies down whatever you wrote on the top piece. (yes, I know it's carbon paper.) So, my sister and I decided to make one. How? By using dark blue crayons and colouring the whole piece of paper. And it actually worked! But, you have to write really hard to have it copied. Since our parents didn't buy us the cash register, we decided to make our very own. Using a cereal box, white paper, cardboard, a small box and a tissue roll, we made our own cash register. It was original and very real. (I don't want to brag, but it's true) It had a screen, a keyboard, a drawer and the tissue roll is supposed to be the thing where the receipt comes out. Don't forget the money inside! Of course, we wrote and cut money out of A4 paper. Unfortunately, this original cash register is not with us anymore. My mom either threw it in the dumpster or recycled it. &lt;em&gt;R.I.P Cash Register... &lt;/em&gt; We had lots of plastic food and cutlery so we DIDN't make that, in case you're wondering. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...Life was fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another famous game we used to play is "Doctor Doctor". (It must be gandakan, otherwise it won't be nice calling it "Doctor" only, right?) At the tender age of 7, I knew that babies come from the mommy's tummy, (not the scientific theory yet) so my sister and I would take turns to be the "pregnant lady". You're laughing, right? Go on, because it gets funnier. We would put in a doll under our t-shirts and we would also take turns to be the doctor. We would lay on the bed and when the doctor comes in, we will shut our eyes while the doctor does some stuff and Ta-Da! Out comes the baby! And the mother would be overjoyed and thanking the doctor for delivering the baby safely. &lt;em&gt;Life was definitely fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would play so many more stuff in our Playhouse. We would also make so many more stuff in order to complement the whole game. It wouldn't be nice playing "Masak Masak" without the cash register or the paper money. It wouldn't be nice playing "Teacher Teacher" without the chalk and markings. And it definitely wouldn't be the Best Holiday without having my sister to play with me. Life definitely was a lot less complicated then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7178343760989437635?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7178343760989437635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/06/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7178343760989437635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7178343760989437635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5746765804652852053</id><published>2010-06-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:09:09.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Called Boredom</title><content type='html'>I know it’s been a VERY long time I haven’t update, that’s because of the obvious exam preparations, exam and even during the holidays, I have work to do! It’s like school at home! But now, I’ve done everything – Sejarah Folio, Geografi Folio, BM Latihan and Sejarah Nota. And I fell sick because of the too much stress completing my Folios. What a stupid thing to be stressed out about! Anyway, I got better, so no need for you to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall not bore you with the cliché “How I Spent My Holidays” but to think about it, I don’t really have much to talk about.  So, if this post gets too boring, you are welcomed to shift your mouse to the right hand side at the top of your screen and click the “X” button.  I know you have better  things to do. &lt;br /&gt;I’m currently using my cousin’s notebook to write this post.  Because his internet connection is a little bit slow so I’m currently writing this in Microsoft Word, and then I will copy and paste. I realized that the world of Microsoft has really change so much. This Microsoft I’m using is Microsoft Word 2007 and I discovered that I don’t even know how to use the Microsoft Word! I know I might be a little outdated but I don’t care, I’m just not the kind of person who freaks out when I’m outdated.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just searched “Apple” in Clip Art and this is what I get – “No Results Found”. Let’s try something else. “Table”, “Chair”, “Book” all gave me the same result – “No Results Found”. I’m like what?! They can’t find pictures of apple, table, chair and book but there’s formulas! Mathematics formulas! Ok, here’s some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A=πr^2&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the famous formula for the area of circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of my Mathematics Paper for Mid-Year Examinations. Sometimes, I just  wonder if I should praise and compliment my school or insult and tease my school.  You see, Maths exam was supposed to be on the Friday and KH and Chinese were supposed to be on the Thursday. Then, a week before the exam, a teacher came and told us that the papers on Thursday change to Friday and vice versa. A night before exam, (Wednesday night, which means the following morning I’m supposed to take Maths) a friend of mine told me that Maths is on Friday and KH and Chinese is on Thursday! Back to the original one! So, you see? Should I compliment or tease? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x+a)^n=∑_(k=0)^n▒〖(n¦k) x^k a^(n-k) 〗&lt;br /&gt;The Binomial Theorem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1+x)^n=1+nx/1!+(n(n-1) x^2)/2!+⋯&lt;br /&gt;The Expansion of a Sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f(x)=a_0+∑_(n=1)^∞▒(a_n  cos⁡〖nπx/L〗+b_n  sin⁡〖nπx/L〗 ) &lt;br /&gt;The Fourier Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a^2+b^2=c^2&lt;br /&gt;The Pythagoras Theorem. If you don’t know this, then you are way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x=(-b±√(b^2-4ac))/2a&lt;br /&gt;The Quadratic Formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e^x=1+x/1!+x^2/2!+x^3/3!+⋯,-∞&lt;x&lt;∞&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Expansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin⁡α±sin⁡β=2sin⁡〖1/2 (α±β)〗  cos⁡〖1/2 (α∓β)〗&lt;br /&gt;Trig Identity 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos⁡α+cos⁡β=2cos⁡〖1/2 (α+β)〗  cos⁡〖1/2 (α-β)〗&lt;br /&gt;Trig Identity 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all! Somehow, I get fascinated over crazy Mathematics formulas, and then when I get to learn it, I feel so angry for the person who invented Maths. But then, when I’m able to solve an equation or problem, I’m overjoyed and exclaim “Yay! I love Maths!”. In the contrary, when I can’t solve a problem, I’m frustrated and will mutter “Urgh! I hate Maths!” But, generally, I like Maths. Lol, so much for all the explaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, you can’t find a single result for pictures like apple, table, chair and book but have crazy Maths formulas in Microsoft Word. Next time, if you’re wondering where can I find a simple picture, don’t go Microsoft Word 2007. Google is better. Duh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5746765804652852053?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5746765804652852053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-called-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5746765804652852053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5746765804652852053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-called-boredom.html' title='Something Called Boredom'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2196558726443601123</id><published>2010-05-13T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:38:49.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An Unexpected Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when my dad announced that his company's annual dinner will be in a form of a family day this year, I had no idea what to expect when my dad also declared that we're all going. Well, my first thought was BORING because I expect speeches and speeches and speeches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong! I was totally taken aback when I realized we were going to Sunway Lagoon's Sun n Surf. At first, I had no idea where "Sun n Surf" is, (you can't blame me for not knowing this, I only went once to Sunway Lagoon and it's like 5 years ago or something?!) but now, I do. (duh~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to go a few hours earlier to shop in Sunway Pyramid. And at 6.45pm, we were in the front steps of Sunway Lagoon. My dad was the first to go in. Hawaiian girls welcomed us, and placed a garland of flowers on everyone. Since it was itchy to put around the neck, I neatly arranged it and put it on my head. &lt;em&gt;Pretty...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the speech, there was these people who gave a performance. Some Brazillian martial arts, I guess. After their short performance, they called out to the crowd and asked for 5 volunteers to do the same thing. The 5 will be given a prize. My dad, always being the sporting one, was the first to go out. He said that it was easy to do what they did (cartwheels, side kick and all those martial arts thingy) so he went out. It was funny watching him do, I actually took a video but I decided not to put it on my blog. So, the prize? A Nike pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just minutes later, the Hula girls gave a dance performance. And again, they wanted volunteers. My mom, being the not-so-sporting-but-will-do-it-if-you-say-so one, went out to dance after the constant persuading of my dad. Prize? A Levi's pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only a speech from the manager and then it was food time. One of my dad's colleague sat with us. After the food, me and my sister couldn't resist the man-made beach, so we decided to walk there. We stood and looked in envy at the kids who had their swimming suits on, I wanted so badly to just jump in and relax, sadly, I can't. I was wearing jeans. But we did splash some water a little. And my jeans did get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary : Not as bad as I thought. Must go to Sunway Lagoon after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Cousin's Back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my cousin's back from America! And so is my aunt! Thank God they were able to fly home unlike the unlucky passengers stranded in different countries due to the eruption in Iceland. &lt;em&gt;Thank God...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, after my sister came back from school, we went to their house to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if he just took off to America yesterday. But actually, he went back on January. Wow, time really flies. 5 months isn't long. *shrieks* 5 more months till PMR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talked a lot about his studies. 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I was one of the whole class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary and Lesson : NEVER be late for Science class ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2196558726443601123?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2196558726443601123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-in-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2196558726443601123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2196558726443601123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-774511311504009018</id><published>2010-05-04T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:51:07.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ever Wanted</title><content type='html'>Hmm, let's see what I've done so far with my 15 years of breathing on this planet earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Between ages 0-6 : Learn to do almost everything. From my first steps to drawing my family in a deformed way - Small head with extremely large bodies, feet that doesn't fit in super tiny shoes and over-complete lips with just a strand of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Between ages 7-9 : First exposure to the school. The 11-year study journey starts here. Learning new things such as addition, subtraction, Chinese proverbs and many more. All I ever knew what to do was have fun and to just enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Between ages 10-12 : The serious stuff comes in. Elected as prefect and then head prefect. Still figuring out how did I ever got chosen. Life was hectic then, (but just recently realize what hectic actually really means) school tuition class, Monday to Friday from 1 to 3.30pm. In the end, it paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Age 13 : First step into the Secondary School. Eversince I was a 7-year-old, all that I ever wished for is to see what Secondary life is like, and suddenly "POW!" I'm here. Continue learning new subjects like memorizing the terrible History facts and where Pasir Gudang, Bayan Lepas, Teluk Ramunia, Taman Negara Enday-Rompin and many more is located. I was still contented with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Age 14 : Never thought it would be so fast. Just another year, I'll be sitting my PMR. This is where my love life starts getting complicated and I NEVER want to go back again. Life was still blissful but at the end, I wasn't quite satisfied yet. Oh, and not forgetting my first drama was a success. (ignoring the comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Age 15 : Define "LIFE" - wasteful, useless, has no value, pathetic, unorganized, hateful, miserable, desperate with absolutely no goal to head to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that if you hate yourself, no one will like you. I just can't help it. Even if the others hate me, so who cares? My life has no meaning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have hated myself to the point where I just wish there is some magical wizard out there that can magically transform back to a child. Better, I didn't exist. Because with me existing, is just making my parents' life much more hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th Commandment: Thou shall honour your father and your mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, am I achieving that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's deteriorating day by day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself. Going against their rules, not obeying them, talking back and so much more. I just don't want to do it, because I know how much pain I've put my mom through. I know how much disappointment I make my dad go through. I've been trying so doubly hard to change my ways, but it's not working. I want to make my parents proud. So far, not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got my mom furiously mad. And I started shouting to myself, screaming and in the end crying. Yes, it's her responsibility to do what's best for me. But I, I try to blame her responsibilities for what she's doing to me. In the end, she's furious and I'm pissed. I don't even have the courage to apologize. What kind of child is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just some teenage puberty or is it for real? Permanent? Because if my attitude is going to be permanent, I don't know how I'm going to continue my life. No, I'm not thinking of suicide, (you crazy?!) I was thinking of getting out of my parents' life. It's no good for a girl who doesn't appreciate what her parents do for her to continue staying under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just hope I won't do it. I love my parents and I want the best for them too. Hopefully, God will help me to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn over a new leaf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it'll take thousands of leaves for me to turn over, all I want is to achieve the fourth commandment in the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-774511311504009018?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/774511311504009018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-i-ever-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/774511311504009018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/774511311504009018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='All I Ever Wanted'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-826378841823200558</id><published>2010-04-30T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:15:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IU Day</title><content type='html'>Which also stands for International Understanding Day. Yes, understanding different cultures like the theme for our school is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEXICO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, honestly, I'm not an Interacter but the Prefects were invited. Although only a few showed up. (Me, Sumitra, Shevita, Sukanya, Trishapreet.) So, early in the morning, at 8.30am, I arrived school wearing my Prefect's Uniform. (Sigh, thought we could follow their dress code : White top and black skirt) And only at about 9.10, the event started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and our Open Hall was decorated with little flags and a picture of a metadore (is that what they call the person who "plays" with bulls?) with a bull, obviously. Chairs were already neatly arranged, (but was all in a mess after the event), musical intruments were already put up and ready for show time. And then finally the guests came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, sang the National Anthem and then their Interact Club song. Then there was a performance. Satu Malaysia performance, as I like to call it, it's where all 3 races dance together but separately. I must be honest that the Malays danced the best, while Indians second and yes, Last in place is the Chinese. They all were in a mess, forgetting steps and not synchronised. At least, they did their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of performance after that. Speech first. (Thank God, Pengetua didn't come!) Lots of singing too. I must say that I was impressed with the singers. And not forgetting the guitarist. Great job, Amirul, Anwar and Saranju and others, whom I do not know! I loved the electric guitar! It was SO cool! From the classical plucking to the rock electric! Loved it, Loved it, Loved it, LOVED IT!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;Amirul, teach me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of dancing again. I wasn't impressed with some of the dancers. Main factor : They look like they're trying to seduce a guy with their dance. Hormone rages, I guess. They were overdoing it, shaking their butts seductively, thinking that every boy will fall for their booty shaking. Maybe that's why I was nauseous for a little while. Other dancers, a thumbs up from me. Didn't overdo it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, hormones definitely were raging. As one of the main reasons we (me and Shevita) went for this event is because of seeing guys! Don't get shocked, we're 15, what do you expect?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can you believe that guys like Justin Bieber actually do exist in Malaysia, Selangor, KLANG??!! Forget Justin Bieber, this guy was CUTER!!! Probably because he looks like a Mat Salleh. My guess, Eurasian. *screams* So, throughout the whole IU Day, we (me and Shevita, since Sumi wasn't interested even a bit in him) were checking him out like every other 15-year-old who just saw a cute guy. We were observing his every move. Oh, he's from ACS. He even played the Pinata, unfortunately, he didn't hit the donkey. Again, unfortunately, 2 girls from our school keep talking to him. &lt;em&gt;Sigh, whatever!&lt;/em&gt; I don't care. At least I had the chance of admiring his good looks. Pity other prefects who didn't come. &lt;em&gt;I'll definitely miss his good looks...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games, food, more singing, more dancing, (means more seducing. I almost puked.) Overall, it wasn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-826378841823200558?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/826378841823200558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/iu-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/826378841823200558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/826378841823200558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/iu-day.html' title='IU Day'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7762355228044503563</id><published>2010-04-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:48:11.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry, haven't been writing lately. Mainly because I've been busy so-called studying for the exams. Sorry, correction, Latihan Berfokus. It's a latihan where you focus on something, according to my English teacher. Somehow I feel like all my efforts in studying and revising is not helping me but in fact a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week went to Malacca for a Sunday School Trip. Yes, I'm not a Sunday Schooler anymore but the youth were invited too. So, I had fun. More details will be given later. After the exams I guess. (Oops, Latihan Berfokus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our Latihan Berfokus exam paper arrived our school. No thanks for the reminder that the Latihan Berfokus is coming soon. And I have not studied all the subjects finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an injection on Tuesday. Anti Tetanus something. Whatever. And it hurts! Till today. According to a friend's observation, they say that the nurse that I went injected more painful while the other was not so painful. Well, whatever. At least I can lift my arm without any pain anymore. Though it still feels as if there's a lump in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had dental check on Wednesday. And the dentist said "Sound" only once and "Partially erupt" 3 times! Okay, now I'm getting scared. Who said anything about erupt? I don't even feel any pain in my teeth! Well, I hope "Partially Erupt" means not fully grown yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that after the Mid-Year Exams, they will streaming our classes AGAIN! What?! Nothing else better to do? Anyway, better study harder to stay in Berlian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I leave, Good Luck to all Form 3s who will be sitting for their Latihan Berfokus on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7762355228044503563?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7762355228044503563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7762355228044503563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7762355228044503563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5296135485636593777</id><published>2010-04-07T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:58:10.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently.</title><content type='html'>April Fool's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't prank anyone nor anyone pranked me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I wasn't in class or I would have been the best victim ever.&lt;br /&gt;Hari Sukan.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Lekir won! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Duh, I'm a Lekir member!&lt;br /&gt;BSMM got third place for kawad. &lt;br /&gt;So disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;Kadet Polis won, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;Easter.&lt;br /&gt;My play again.&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself. &lt;br /&gt;The Christmas and this play shall be on my resume when I apply for a job.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, a play which was written by a 15-year-old will be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I narrated this time.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to give a chance for others to act.&lt;br /&gt;Cool choir from JIC and Kuala Lumpur Gospel Hall.&lt;br /&gt;PPD exams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me who they are because I have NO IDEA who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Some jabatan, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I have approximately 2 more weeks to study 8 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And currently, I have only done a 0.5 percent revision.&lt;br /&gt;PMR format.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, can't wait! *fake enthusiasm*&lt;br /&gt;Chairing for next week's Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat feeling excited and nervous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flashes smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5296135485636593777?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5296135485636593777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5296135485636593777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5296135485636593777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/04/recently.html' title='Recently.'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5344973571259876514</id><published>2010-03-28T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:29:14.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>Oh, I SOOOOO love my new layout!! Love it!! Love it!! Love it!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5344973571259876514?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5344973571259876514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5344973571259876514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5344973571259876514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-943652649768792862</id><published>2010-03-23T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:13:13.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are For</title><content type='html'>There's 3 types of people in this world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first kind are just born extraordinarily good. They're extremely kind, friendly, helpful, generous and they can hang around with just anyone in the whole wide world, be it of another race, another age, taller, shorter, prettier, uglier, fatter, thinner, they would just be great friends after a couple of introduction. And please note also that they are NOT perfect, NOT perfect, only God IS perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The second kind are just born plain evil. They're mean, evil, bad, they like to do bad things, make others miserable, do all those bad stuff bad people do and they would definitely love to see people suffering or getting tortured. This kind of people probably will end up in jail for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And last but not least, the third kind. They're everything in between, it sorta depends on where the person is more to - the evil or the good. Some can be more good qualities and attitudes than the bad one or some are the opposite. For an example, if I were to grade myself on a scale from 1-10 by God's standard, I think it's only a 4/10 for good and 6/10 for being bad. (In this category, bad doesn't literally mean going out to kill but you know, the rebellious teen kind of bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the only good stuff I do is respect and honour my parents, be good to my sister (sometimes only), help my friends with their problems and troubles and I think that's about it. For me, family's the most important and then relatives then friends. The bad stuff? Don't even think of listing it down. I'll bet that's it's going to be a VERY long list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a few of my bad attributes, Number 1, I get angry very easily. I may not be the same in school but at home, ask my sis and you'll find that I'm the total opposite in school. Number 2, I tend to be a little proud and arrogant when it comes to the things that I'm good at. Ask my dad, he'll tell you a story on that. Number 3, I become over dramatic and exaggerate things when I'm emotional and I know this pisses people off. Number 4, I don't like people to comment badly in what I've done and put so much effort in it because if one does that, I'll be VERY, &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; angry and you'll totally regret it. Because I can shout the four-letter word and other foul language when you make me very mad or hurt. &lt;em&gt;Can someone please help me to change these attitudes of mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I brought this up, (and would probably have my pride snatched away for listing down my bad attitudes) is because recently, I just received a sharp comment from a close friend of mine. They say that words can be the sharpest double-edged sword and it can also be the sweetest honey comb in the whole wide world. They also say that you get hurt the most by the people you love the most. Well, it's not like I love him that way, it's just that we've been good friends since we were 5 and since then we're (plus his sister and my sister) always together. But I just found out that he, HE can make that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a bad comment on what I did for the church last year. And he hopes that it'll won't be the same again this year. I was embarassed, ashamed, humiliated, and hurt by the words he said. It may be just a few words, but oh, it hurt me bad. I could practically feel the stab of pain and hurt in my heart when they told me this. I was angry and my first impression was to scold him bad and beat him as hard as I could like I'm letting out every single breath of fury on him again. I even wanted to plan out my revenge. And then I broke down, I couldn't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and Forget. It's easy to say but yet so hard to actually do it. But with the help of some of my friends in church and my family, I managed to just forgive him and to forget about it. Like nothing like this never happened before. I mean, everyone has a say about anything, and it just so happen that it's not a good one for that particular thing about me. I even almost get a lecture from my dad for saying that I want to go scold him the next day. He shook his head and said, "If you can't handle even a small thing, how are you going to face life next time when you work and your colleagues dislike you and make even WORSE comments?!" and he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also an encouragement from this friend who seems to be just so good to anyone, it's like she never sinned before but again, NO ONE is perfect except God. She said that in all things, there's always something or someone there to stop you from getting what you want, but that doesn't mean you have to give up. She also stated that it is only God's opinion that matters. Also from my cousin who actually told me that everything went well last year said that we should just forgive those who hurt us and he also encouraged me to keep up the good work because anything that anyone does for God, always is a good thing. My parents also told me not to get too worked up just because of this tiny thing and that I should just forgive him because everyone is entitled to an opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these encouragements and a short prayer to God, I managed to just get over with this problem. And to forgive him. Because if I don't forgive him, I'm pretty sure that the devil will be so happy because God's 2 children are not on agreeing terms. I don't wanna make my God unhappy, I wanna make Him proud and that He will say, "Well done, faithful servant." 2 Timothy 2:24 says "And the Lord's servant must not be quarrelsome but kindly to everyone, an apt teacher, forbearing, correcting his opponents with gentleness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not let this little problem hinder me from my service to God. The church elders might shake their heads after seeing this post (due to my bad attitudes) but I just wanna clarify that I'm a Christian. I may not be the beautiful butterfly yet but I am definitely the caterpillar, still learning and I want to change myself. To be more like God who forgave our sins and allowed us to heaven when we actually deserves to go to hell. Forgive and Forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends and family who gave me those encouragements, thank you. That's what friends and family are for. Even if I come about to any problems again, I shall just tell God to help me for 1 Peter 5:7 says "Cast all your anxieties on Him because He cares for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-943652649768792862?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/943652649768792862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-friends-are-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/943652649768792862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/943652649768792862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are For'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2925460614016134176</id><published>2010-03-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:27:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Birthday</title><content type='html'>It started of with the alarm clock ringing at 7.30 am. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt; What a time to be awake on my birthday. So, I woke up and then get ready to go to school. Yes, school for kawad practise. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt; When I went downstairs for breakfast, my mom was in the kitchen. Knowing that she'll come and wish me, I sat silently on the chair eating my breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she came out and said "Morning". She didn't wish me. Okay, I thought, maybe when my dad came down, she'll wish us together. And then came my dad, all ready to go to work. (Note:My dad's birthday is on the same day as mine.) That's when she said "Happy Birthday!" to my dad and not ME! I mean, I was sitting there, I'm not invisible! I was hurt. But something cheered me up, my dad gave me a camera!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going into the car, my mom came to me and said, "Happy Birthday Joanna! I was so focused on daddy that I forgot to wish you. Sorry." Great, my mom forgot my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school. Kawad practise and then, they sang the birthday song for me!! I was happy and glad and a little confused, because I don't know half the people there. Yet, they sang. How sweet! Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onlined. Because I didn't organize a party this year. And I totally realized that I needed one every year. I was bored. BORED! B-O-R-E-D!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at night, that's where the party begins. My dad came back from work and we had a birthday cake. Actually 3. One from his colleagues. (Owh, how sweet!) One for both of us (My mom bought it) And another from my aunt who just gave to me yesterday (She made it herself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RVyWHrAUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5qx1vWmemMY/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RVyWHrAUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5qx1vWmemMY/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450575772444721474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we sang the birthday song. My grandma was the lead singer. Haha, as she was singing the loudest. We cut the cake, made our wish, blow out our candles, and took photos with my camera. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZKmtg7qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g2-dgDr4mi8/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZKmtg7qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g2-dgDr4mi8/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450579487750155938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZLLY32PI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycCcwnb8H0c/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZLLY32PI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycCcwnb8H0c/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450579497595689202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZLkXpF6I/AAAAAAAAADM/9BsfNYVX4YI/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZLkXpF6I/AAAAAAAAADM/9BsfNYVX4YI/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450579504301414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together cutting the cake. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZMIkllvI/AAAAAAAAADU/V8FMz0DnzCI/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZMIkllvI/AAAAAAAAADU/V8FMz0DnzCI/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450579514019387122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part of the cake and his part of the cake. Btw, he's 50. Old, but forever young at heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZMntg7uI/AAAAAAAAADc/j7bVA9tNge8/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RZMntg7uI/AAAAAAAAADc/j7bVA9tNge8/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450579522378329826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RbT0jm2uI/AAAAAAAAADk/wToBloBs7qo/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+Pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RbT0jm2uI/AAAAAAAAADk/wToBloBs7qo/s320/Joanna%27s+Pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450581845108775650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus ah mah in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I spent my birthday this year. And I'm SO gonna call a party next year. I mean, I get bored easily. I wonder how my sister does it? She can just spend her birthday at home, without her friends. Wow! I'm not like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2925460614016134176?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2925460614016134176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-spent-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2925460614016134176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2925460614016134176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-spent-my-birthday.html' title='How I Spent My Birthday'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_elhV4QMSdL8/S6RVyWHrAUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5qx1vWmemMY/s72-c/Joanna%27s+Pictures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8946996715418925592</id><published>2010-03-15T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:36:59.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Wish List</title><content type='html'>1)1 million bucks! (If I strike lottery)&lt;br /&gt;2)1 gigantic enormous giant mansion to live in (If my dad got the highest pay job)&lt;br /&gt;3)1 red hot sophisticated Ferrari (If I have that million bucks)&lt;br /&gt;4)1 totally hot boyfriend (If I met Taylor Lautner or Justin Bieber)&lt;br /&gt;5)All the modern gadgets in the whole wide world (If I have that giant mansion to store everything!)&lt;br /&gt;6)1 whole floor of fabulous clothes from famous designers (Again, if I had that giant mansion)&lt;br /&gt;7)Designer shoes specially designed from Jimmy Choo (If I am Princess Diana)&lt;br /&gt;8)Diamonds, precious stones and crystals (You know what? Make it 2 million bucks!)&lt;br /&gt;9)Endless trips to the shopping malls (This can actually come true)&lt;br /&gt;10)Shopping sales all the time plus endless shopping vouchers! (Oo..La..La..)&lt;br /&gt;11)A trip to everywhere in the whole wide world (Wait till I get my passport)&lt;br /&gt;12)Books and books and books! (Wow, I love my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps back to reality*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)A wish from that person&lt;br /&gt;2)A happy family&lt;br /&gt;3)No more quarrelings and arguements with my sister&lt;br /&gt;4)Best Friends Forever!&lt;br /&gt;5)A good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8946996715418925592?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8946996715418925592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8946996715418925592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8946996715418925592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday-wish-list.html' title='My Birthday Wish List'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3935808330701220227</id><published>2010-03-12T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:09:21.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 More Days!</title><content type='html'>4 More Days Till Moi's Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3935808330701220227?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3935808330701220227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3935808330701220227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3935808330701220227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-more-days.html' title='4 More Days!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6877793322333268652</id><published>2010-03-10T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:17:39.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Of The Flying Cockroach</title><content type='html'>Here's a little entertainment for you. So, sit back, relax and enjoy the hillarious screamings.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived 2 sisters. One day, while they were revising their homework, the elder one saw something blackish brown crawling up the cupboard. Instantly, she screamed at the top of her lungs and frightened the younger sibling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cockroach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shrieked the elder girl. Immediately, she grabbed her stuff and took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the braver one, the younger sister ran out to look for some newspaper while the elder girl continued screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Mae!!! Faster!! It's crawling to your photo frame!! It's crawling!! Faster!!!!" screamed the elder girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger girl quickly came back with a stack of newspapers. While the elder girl waited outside for the killing to take place. Suddenly, she heard a scream from the inside and she quickly ran back in to see what happened to her sister that caused her to scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happen?" she asked quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cockroach flew that's why I screamed." the sister answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the cockroach now?" the elder girl asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On your bed." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!?!?!?!" the elder sibling shouted. "MY BED?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the younger sibling started hitting the bed with her newspapers, thinking that the cockroach is still there. But, actually it has flew under the bed. The elder girl watched in fear as her sister's attempt to kill the cockroach failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Che, I need a torchlight." the younger one said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder girl swiftly look for a torchlight and gave it to the sister. They shined the cockroach who was silently perched under the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Che, the cockroach has to come out in order for me to kill it." the younger one told her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, ok. But how?" she nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Che, I need you to hold the torchlight while I shake the bed." the younger one ordered, obviously in charge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, ok." she agreed with her sister for the first time. Maybe because she wanted the cockroach to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me when it flies." the younger one instructed. "Is it moving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." the elder girl shook her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it moving now?" the younger one asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No--- Argh!!!!" she screamed again as the cockroach flew out to the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where? Where?" the younger one demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There! There!" the elder one shrieked as she pointed towards the hideous looking creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger girl took her weapons (newspapers) and whacked the cockroach as hard as she can. After a few blows of hittings, she took up the dead cockroach, laid it on top of the newspaper and held it in her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yerr, it's still moving!" she exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly lay it down and struck it again. Wrapped it in the newspaper, tie it with rubberband and threw it into the dustbin. Declaring victory to the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder sibling cheered and applauded and praised her sister as she declared victory as her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei, why are you girls screaming?" my parents finally came back from their meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." they grinned at each other and told the adventures of killing a cockroach to their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mae: My sister's name&lt;br /&gt;*Che: It means older sister in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you obviously know that the elder girl is me, and the younger girl is my sister. Go ahead, call me chicken or scaredy-cat, I don't care! What matters is that that cockroach is DEAD. Thanks to my sister. She saved the day. I actually felt a stab of pity in my chest when she started whacking the cockroach violently. I mean, it didn't deserve that, right? But still, it's the most eeky creature that I can't stand. So, what must be done, must be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this funny story. Don't laugh at me because without the screamings and everything, you won't be able to enjoy a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time, when you encounter anything like this, don't forget to tell me or post it in your blog! Believe me, laugh with those who laugh at you, and your embarassment will definitely go away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6877793322333268652?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6877793322333268652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventures-of-flying-cockroach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6877793322333268652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6877793322333268652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventures-of-flying-cockroach.html' title='The Adventures Of The Flying Cockroach'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6455154953235935167</id><published>2010-03-10T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:39:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have LOTS of things to blog about but no time to post it. So today, the time has FINALLY arrived for me to blog everything that has been on my mind. And I have LOTS and LOTS of time in my hands to post, at least until the next Ujian Prestasi arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, English week report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the teacher said, "Topic is open." for the Public Speaking Competition, my whole world came crashing down. Nah... Joking, it was just an expression. Well, yeah, it almost crashed because Public Speaking was supposed to be on Tuesday and by Monday night, I still haven't found a topic yet. Which was probably why I got so tensed up when my dad told me to rewrite the essay (and also the script for Public Speaking). Finally, everything went well on Tuesday. Teacher even exclaimed, "Very Good!" But I'm not sure if that means good, considering the fact that she told almost everyone those two words after they finished theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Essay Writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for this for a LONG time. So, go ahead and call me weird because I don't care. The 6 titles were given on Wednesday (competition day). 1)A holiday in a hill resort. 2)What makes a good teacher? 3)A meaningful day. 4)What rights and responsibilities should a teenager have? 5)A talent you wish to possess the most. 6)*continuous story. I chose number 6 because obviously that's my genre. And I wrote 3 pages! It's that too much? I thought my story was lame. It's about this rebellious, pampered teenage girl who got hit with a car. That's the summary. Long story short, she made her parents mad (rebellious part is for not respecting her parents) until her mom didn't wake her up, make her breakfast, send her to school the next day. So, she did this all by herself for the first time, which portrays that she's a pampered spoiled brat who doesn't help in house work. Then, after school, she walked home and met with an accident. And the first person she saw is none other than her mother. Kinda lame but I hope I can win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO frustrated AND disappointed! The teacher said 1.05 pm SHARP be in 5 Berlian. And that's what we did. But guess what, the teacher only appeared at 1.50pm. That's so not punctual! It seems that she had a meeting to attend to. Sigh... Nevermind, forget it. So, our group (Me, Weini, Sumitra, Jasmine and Yi Jing) started first and the teacher said it was very good! (again..)It must be because of me, *ahem ahem* the main star in the play. *ahem ahem* Anyway, there were another 2 more groups in Drama Competition. How pathetic is that? Again, I hope I can win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of English week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next part, EXAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, all I can say is that it's over and that I don't want to think about it again. So far so good, the results, I mean. According to some of the guys in class, I got 100 marks for Science! WOOHOO!!! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! If only I can get the same results for every other subjects because Chinese was VERY hard. And I really mean, VERY hard. Most of the questions, I pakai tembak. So I hope that I tembak correct. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the last day of exam, well, I'm so happy! Cause, no need to study anymore. Today, in school, due to exams, so we (prefects) thought that there won't be meeting after school. And we thought wrong. There is! So, during recess, me, Weini, Anne, Sumitra, Shevita, Divya, Vee Nie, practically every prefect went to the telephone booth to call their parents. It was cute. If I had a camera, I would snap a photo of it and show it to you. It was also a weird sight. I mean, "Prefects To The Telephone Booth". Weird. Speaking of telephones, have you guys watched the music video of "Telephone" by Lady Gaga featuring Beyonce? I didn't like their dance on the chair. So......dirty. I guess that's the most appropriate word. But the song is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just can't wait for holiday! Because I have everything planned already! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6455154953235935167?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6455154953235935167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/moment-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6455154953235935167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6455154953235935167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/moment-has-arrived.html' title='The Moment Has Arrived'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1008954630961627299</id><published>2010-03-01T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:01:51.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>He is 16.&lt;br /&gt;He is a Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;He is cute.&lt;br /&gt;He can sing.&lt;br /&gt;He can dance.&lt;br /&gt;He can play the piano, guitar, drum and trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;He is Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Joanna Tan, hereby declare that I am a HUGE fan of Justin Bieber. Thanks so much to my cousin who introduced me to this singing sensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked if the guys in my school were like him and I went, "Oh yeah, of course! In My D.R.E.A.M.S, man!" And he burst out laughing, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's his birthday today. I googled him. Happy Birthday Justin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm wishing Justin a "Happy Birthday"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1008954630961627299?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1008954630961627299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/justin-bieber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1008954630961627299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1008954630961627299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/03/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6713056598811053331</id><published>2010-02-27T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:03:49.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry, haven't been updating lately. Was busy with preparing for the Exams. But anyway, I think I can spare some time to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I haven't been doing much except for going back to school, attending Co-curriculum activities, collecting more ang pows as Chinese New Year hasn't end yet, attending piano classes (btw, I have started Grade 4 Theory. ^^), sleep, eat, dispose of my unwanted substances, breathing, bathing and all other daily activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did went to I-city on Tuesday. It was BEAUTIFUL!! Tomorrow's the last day, well, if you have the chance, please go!! I swear, it was so beautiful, but nothing is complete without having me in the picture. Haha.. I took a few photos, ok, maybe a lot. But I can't help myself! Sorry,I don't know how to insert photos, otherwise you can see how complete and pretty the picture is. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I will also be joining a lot of activities next week due to the English week.  First, public speaking. Actually I didn't want to join, but since not many students join, so my English teacher sort of persuaded most of us to join. Second, is the Essay Writing competition and I can't wait! There's only 5 prizes and we'll be competing among the Form 3s, Form 4s and Form 5s. Okay, what?! Now, how am I possibly going to win? But, the teacher said that me and Weini might have a chance because she read our essays before and said that we are half way to winning! And that's when Weini asked how about full way of winning? Then, the teacher didn't answer. Haha. I'll be joining Drama competition too. And I am actully one of the main actress.  Oh wait, I am the main actress! My group wanted me to act as the main actress because it recquires being angry and hot-tempered. And they said that I will be cute acting angry. Whatever! Another activity is the Australia Exam/Competition. I think I want to try that to see how my results will be and how my standard will be if I am an Australian. It's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, studying. Studying. Studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied. Sorry, only started studying on Thursday. I am so going to fail in this coming exam. Either way, please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for February in my school is "Hala Tuju Saya". So, on Thursday, a  lot of universities  came to promote their universities. Whoa, I'm scared. One time, a little baby just being born to this world. One time, I was just a crying toddler demanding her milk to be right on time. One time, I was a young little girl, still so naive when adults talk about politics.  One time, it was my first day in Primary school where I cried when my mom left me. And then one time, I was crazy studying for UPSR. And then another time, when it was still my first day in the Secondary School. And then now, a 15-year-old girl studying to prepare her PMR examinations. And I'm still imagining that I'm still a 5-year-old girl! Time seems to fly faster when I'm getting older. Suddenly, the 11 years of studying will end in another 2 years time! And then, I'll start college. Enter University. Graduate. Look for jobs. Work. Get married. Have kids. Take them to school. Then they graduate, college, university, get a job, work, marry, have kids and the cycle continues! And in no time, I'll be a naggy old grandma sitting on her rocking chair mumbling to herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging is part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6713056598811053331?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6713056598811053331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6713056598811053331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6713056598811053331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1505270750904817827</id><published>2010-02-18T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:15:07.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>It's the tiger year!! Wishing everyone a very Happy Chinese New Year!! May you have an AWESOME year ahead!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Chinese New Year not as "meriah" as last year's. Maybe because it's raining always. I actually enjoyed the sleep at night which is actually a bad sign because usually during Chinese New Year, you can't really enjoy sleeping, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Reunion Dinner with my family in a Thai Restaurant. I always like reunion dinner because you get to reunite with your family members again and also enjoy the good food and collect ang pow ^^. But it's funny that this is Chinese New Year but all the food served isn't Chinese food. Anyway, it was A LOT of food. And I really do mean, A LOT! Because we couldn't finish it. All 3 tables couldn't finish it. But it was unusual, unique. The food, I meant. And then we went back to my Ah Kong's house and eat again. Because you never stop eating when it's CNY. Come on, it's CNY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my parents went home while me and my sister stayed back for a little longer. And then my cousins starting spilling out everything that's funny that happened when they were younger and it was HILLARIOUS!! Sometimes, I wished I was born during their time because it does seem like they had a lot of fun. Anyway, only went home after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day! Friends came. Makan. Had fun. Family came at night. Played sparklers. Yes, we're still little kids.(No, actually all of them who were playing were already working adults) Clean up. Sleep. Sorry, I don't feel like telling everything in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, Happy CNY to everyone!! Hope you people collect lots and lots of ang pows!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1505270750904817827?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1505270750904817827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1505270750904817827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1505270750904817827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2611497695535179574</id><published>2010-02-09T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:16:30.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Year Anniversary!!</title><content type='html'>Hey all, do you know what day today is?? It's &lt;a href="http://www.anna-banana95.blogspot.com"&gt;www.anna-banana95.blogspot.com's&lt;/a&gt; birthday!! It falls on the same day as my friend. So, here's a little song to celebrate my beloved blog's 1st birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Happy birthday to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;   You have served me so long...&lt;br /&gt;   I wish to thank you...&lt;br /&gt;   Happy birthday to you!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!! HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!!! YOU SERVED ME WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so for today. Only what I remembered was the 'Speed Math' talk. I was impressed. In fact, I was having SO MUCH fun, that I didn't want to go back to class. But too bad, it only lasted for 40 minutes.  It's just so funny that when something you truly enjoy, it won't last long. But something you really dislike, it just doesn't seem to end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I like the 'Speed Math'. He's insane. But cool. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2611497695535179574?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2611497695535179574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2611497695535179574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2611497695535179574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-year-anniversary.html' title='1st Year Anniversary!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3622504041066339057</id><published>2010-02-08T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:33:15.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's because I'm in charge of the English column in class, that's why I've been researching. Not because I'm a goody goody who wants to learn new knowledge. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stupid fact, [that's what they (the website) claim]&lt;br /&gt;-Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people!- (No offence left-handers! Hey, I didn't say it, the website said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dumb fact,&lt;br /&gt;-The average person laughs 10 times a day.- (So, I guess my sister is not an average person!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird fact,&lt;br /&gt;-Clinophobia is the fear of beds!- (Ok, what kind of a person gets scared of beds??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A useless fact,&lt;br /&gt;-Diet Coke was only invented in 1982.- (Oh, ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange fact,&lt;br /&gt;-The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30ft.- (wow~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silly fact,&lt;br /&gt;-The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds!- (Err...ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rude fact,&lt;br /&gt;-Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn’t wear pants.- (Ok, now this one is hillarious! I mean, come on, Donald's a duck! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random fact,&lt;br /&gt;-Pinocchio is Italian for "pine eye"!- (Erm, WHATEVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing fact,&lt;br /&gt;-A crocodile always grows new teeth to replace the old teeth!- (Whoa, totally cool!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are loads more! I think you guys should go to this website when you're free or even when you're totally bored because the facts there are totally unexpected. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.funnyfact.com/"&gt;www.funnyfact.com&lt;/a&gt; for more hillarious but dumb, strange but amazing, weird but cool and other wacky, bizzare facts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3622504041066339057?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3622504041066339057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3622504041066339057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3622504041066339057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-114930862654239816</id><published>2010-02-02T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:36:59.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope!</title><content type='html'>No sign of recovery yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still coughing like a crazy donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Nose still blocked.&lt;br /&gt;Fever comes back occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat still hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-114930862654239816?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/114930862654239816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/nope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/114930862654239816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/114930862654239816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/nope.html' title='Nope!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-754149728655050728</id><published>2010-02-01T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:57:23.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great. I'm Sick. Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Please note, all these occasions happened on Saturday.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought that I can spend my Saturday like every other Saturday (the ones which doesn't recquire us to go to school) , but I was SO wrong! Instead, I was sick. Stuck at home to rest for the ENTIRE afternoon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever, cough, cold, sore throat and headache. All the synthoms for dengue AND H1N1. I was pretty afraid that I will get dengue again. But I prayed. I prayed hard and a lot. I thought God punished me by sending this illness to me (again!) because I haven't been reading the Bible. So I prayed again and again and again and again. Up till now, I have lost count the number of times I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only two possibility where I got the fever and the cough and the sore throat and the flu from. Number 1, my friend, who was sick a few days ago. Number 2, for standing 2 hours under the sun (with a little shade from the trees) while doing Pertolongan Cemas (yes, I did Pertolongan Cemas, and I can't believe I did! Luckily, no one fainted because I might be the next on to faint!). But I don't blame anyone or anything, I just blame that I do not have enough white blood cells to kill the bacteria and to maintain my immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to keep on praying and hope that I will recover fast and soon for Chinese New Year's coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-754149728655050728?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/754149728655050728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-im-sick-now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/754149728655050728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/754149728655050728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-im-sick-now-what.html' title='Great. I&apos;m Sick. Now What?'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3974524780996887115</id><published>2010-01-28T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T03:22:03.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Messed Up Life</title><content type='html'>What's up with this messed up life of mine? Everything doesn't seem to be going as I want it to be. It's messed up, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I get involved in a lot of activities, which I'm not complaining about, it's just that, I have never been this busy in my 15 years of living, so this little busy feeling may be a little foreign for me. Messed up is because I'm not a very organized person. Ask those who saw my Treasurer's book last year. I can't even understand it sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't crushes supposed to be a secret? Well, how on earth did that guy know about my crush?????? The only people who knows are my 3 very best friends who keeps any secrets (no way it's them!), a few of my close friends who obviously won't give away any secrets, my crush (yes, I told him. But I told him not to tell anyone. And I really trust him.), my sister (why would she want to tell anyone?) , my 2 church friends (Okay, why on earth do they want to tell someone???), and...and...that person. Biggest suspect because this person actually begged to know. I didn't tell this person. Great. My life IS OVER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me these days. Being all moody and sensitive. Maybe because it's messed up. Something that anyone says that offends me, I'll get mad at them! But I'll brush it off immediately. Or maybe because I didn't get enough sleep at night, that's why I'm being so moody and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!! Messed up. Someone please help me get it Un-messed up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3974524780996887115?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3974524780996887115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-messed-up-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3974524780996887115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3974524780996887115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-messed-up-life.html' title='My Messed Up Life'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2278333832042634718</id><published>2010-01-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:35:32.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical And Predictable Day</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to post? What to POST???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just another typical and predictable day in school and life. Except that, today, before going in to the class, we had a "short" assembly. Seriously, does the Pengetua really writes down her speech or is she just randomly speaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got into class late (same like last Friday) and my Maths teacher didn't come in. And you may think that since she's not in, there's no homework but NO!!! Suddenly, this sweet, innocent, petite, can I say quiet? Girl who has an amazingly soft and squeaky voice but at times she can really scream and shout, goes in front of the class, took a chalk and wrote this on the blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do in Maths 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Ex. 2.2E 2,3,4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Summative Exercise, do in textbook."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, it doesn't mean that there's NO homework when the teacher doesn't come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it's the Chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! Can't the teacher just make up her mind? First, she said that we need 2 books. One long one and one short one. Then, our next class, she told us NOT to use a long book but instead write or paste the essays that we will write behind the short notebook. FINALLY, today, she insists of using just ONE book, which is the LONG BOOK and told us to copy down whatever stuff we have written in the LONG BOOK. And the ironic part? When we reminded her that she actually told us to use just ONE BOOK, and paste/write essays in the back of that ONE BOOK, she said, "Ah? When did I say that? That can never HAPPEN!"Except that, she said it in Chinese. URGH!!!! I doubt that she will stick to the same ONE LONG BOOK. I'm sure she'll just change to ONE LONG BOOK AND ONE SHORT BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next, RECESS! So, I quickly went to my duty place to do my duty. Like duh~ And then came Darweenaa who told me to follow her to the fourth floor to tell the guys to change back to their uniforms. Yes, GUYS. Girls checking on GUYS. So we went and the hilarious part? A few of them got locked into the 3 Baiduri class because the girl with the key sort of locked them in? How can she not know that there were still people in the class?? Anyway, the were locked in and those who wanted to change can't go in to take their clothes,right? So, this is what they did. They told those who were IN the class to help them take their uniforms. So, Darweenaa and I just walked away because who wants to look at them change?????? Then we past by Zamrud, well, we accidentally turned into that direction and guess what?? MORE guys changing. URGH!! I sort of overheard a guy saying "Why? Want to see us change??" Eww, that's gross. We tried chasing them down except for the ones locked in. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Sivik. Sigh... No comment. Went down to library and guess what the teacher told us to do? Read. Ya, read is TOTALLY normal. Read what? KINDERGARTEN BOOKS!!! Sheesh!! Does he know that we're in fact Form 3 not 3 years old?? Well, of course I went to search for a book that suits my age!! And I got "The Bar Code Tattoo". It's kinda scary because the content is so much like the Bible! If you Revelation, you can totally understand what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, BM. You know, I'm starting to like BM nowadays. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm improving? Anyway, did a Ringkasan and guess what! (sorry, for writing Guess What so many times.) The technician came to repair the fan!! Woohoo!! After 3 WHOLE WEEKS, he finally arrived. At first, it was REALLY hot. But now, it's so cool that Weini even sneeze and said that it's too cold now. Ironic, huh?? No buah tangan today which means no homework today. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to come home. Yay! But I have to attend Piano class. Sigh... Went to Ah Kong's house later and then came home to...... SLEEP!!! *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Today is not that typical and predictable. Many things happen, so I guess it's a Not-So-Typical-And-Predictable-Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2278333832042634718?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2278333832042634718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/typical-and-predictable-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2278333832042634718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2278333832042634718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/typical-and-predictable-day.html' title='The Typical And Predictable Day'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-6342539524584911861</id><published>2010-01-21T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:40:44.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have ever been this busy BEFORE!! Seriously, it's like the day is longer but the things you do is SO MUCH MORE!!!! And can you believe that it's already the third week of school?!?!?!? Which means the days are creeping slowly(or maybe fast!), and before you know it, I'm sitting for my PMR already. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Red Crescent Meeting&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Piano Class&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Kokurikulum&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Free&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Replacement for Piano Class if Tuesday didn't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO busy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the time to write a proper post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-6342539524584911861?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/6342539524584911861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6342539524584911861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/6342539524584911861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy.html' title='BUSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1672404064935077623</id><published>2010-01-13T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:50:33.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Not Know That You're Hurting Me?</title><content type='html'>Why must you make things so hard? IF you're trying to make me FORGET you, then I must sadly announce that you're failing to do so. You're constantly on my mind like NOBODY'S BUSINESS!! Honestly, I WAS going to be a psycho if it wasn't for the advice from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you're hurting me? That I often cry silently to myself? That I often feel like there's a needle trying to prick my heart? That I often think about you at night and then feel so uncomfortable? That I want to look at you so badly but I can't? That I ALWAYS want to talk to you when you pass by me? That I just want to pour my feelings but afraid because of YOU? If you weren't being so hard and complicated, I wouldn't get hurt. Is it that hard to just let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hurting me to see you lie to yourself. It's hurting me that you're NEVER going to tell the truth. So WHAT should I do? To tell the truth? Or just let you go? Will you still change your mind after I tell the truth? Or will I be a girl with a BROKEN HEART after I let you go? I totally regret for not doing what I should have done. But what's the point of regretting right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I don't blame you for the damage I'VE done, I just blame you for noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this? To create the bond in the first place and then try to break it? Is that what you're trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1672404064935077623?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1672404064935077623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-not-know-that-youre-hurting-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1672404064935077623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1672404064935077623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-not-know-that-youre-hurting-me.html' title='Do You Not Know That You&apos;re Hurting Me?'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-91461024042448738</id><published>2010-01-07T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:21:11.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth Day Of School</title><content type='html'>What do I think of Morning Session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It's in the morning&lt;br /&gt;b) It's early&lt;br /&gt;c) It's still dark&lt;br /&gt;d) I have NO CHOICE but to wake up early&lt;br /&gt;e) The day sort of passes by FASTER for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;f) The teachers are SO MUCH MORE better than afternoon session&lt;br /&gt;g) That you have to change back to your school uniform after your PJ lesson is over&lt;br /&gt;h) That I have to be in my duty place at 7.05 am SHARP or else I'll be in trouble&lt;br /&gt;i) I get to go home early&lt;br /&gt;j) I get to go home earlier on Thursdays and Fridays. (I don't know why Thursdays too)&lt;br /&gt;k) I get to sleep in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;l) My day becomes longer&lt;br /&gt;m) It's not as bad as I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk anymore on the Educational topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just realized that I have nothing to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it really makes me wonder how can one blog everyday? Yes, Weini, YOU! And others too. Or is it because my life sucks and theirs are so filled with explosive thrill rides that will leave them breathless? And then they blog about it. (Quote from Wipeout ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I have totally nothing to blog about, I'm signing off.. And I can bet you that YOU will never want to come visit my blog anymore, since it's all so boring and unfun. But I will appreciate your loyalty if you still do continue viewing my blog. At least, that's what I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodlez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-91461024042448738?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/91461024042448738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/fourth-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/91461024042448738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/91461024042448738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/fourth-day-of-school.html' title='The Fourth Day Of School'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3296620889095270911</id><published>2010-01-03T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:03:42.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School 2010...</title><content type='html'>I was wishing that this day will NEVER arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this sort of wishes NEVER come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, the first day of waking up early after 2 years of waking up late, I woke up at a surprisingly early 6.30 am. My alarm clock went off and I was instantly irritated by the thought of waking up early just to get to school. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously, I had no choice but to wake up. Jealous with my sister who was still snoring away. I got ready for school. And boy, you shouldn't take your bath EARLY in the morning while it's drizzling. I was FREEZING the whole time I bathe. FREEZING!!! Yes, body shaking, teeth knocking against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to school. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I like school is because I get to meet my friends. Finally, after 1 and a half month of holiday, we get to meet each other again. I was hoping that my class won't be on the highest floor again. But guess what?! It's on the TOP FLOOR!! And it's the last class on the top floor!! Which means it's the furthest from the teacher's office, principal's office, library, dewan terbuka, prefects' room, foyer, book shop, koperasi and then the main gate. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the teachers came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to like my History teacher. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to be squashed with A LOT of BM homework.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to study Maths myself, since my teacher is a Penolong Kanan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to try and at least like Geography, since my teacher says it is VERY EASY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to enjoy English like every other year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to be afraid of my Science teacher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel that when you study morning session, the day goes faster.It's like one moment you're at home preparing for school, and the next moment is you're back at home. &lt;em&gt;Which is good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! First day of school, I have already done an essay, studied a poem (BM komsas), revised my Form one Science (Respiration, and about the gases and percentage of them being inhaled and exhaled.), learned what Transversal is and got a piece of paper of which we must fill in the States and the Ibu Negeri (which I don't really know.) And then all of a sudden, the day's over! Such joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, all that I can look forward to, is the weekends. &lt;em&gt;Just 4 more days... Or is it 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3296620889095270911?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3296620889095270911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3296620889095270911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3296620889095270911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First Day Of School 2010...'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7200627508517736718</id><published>2009-12-27T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:36:56.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2009, Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Year 2009 is going to end very soon! And yet another year-2010, arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 has been a wonderful, fun-filled year with full of surprises. And also quite a busy year too. So much more busier than last year because of my being a treasurer in the prefects' board and also my being a senior for the afternoon session prefects' board. And also since I'm more involved in the youth fellowship in church, going out tracting and also the guitar classes, that certainly took some time away to practise and to learn. Don't forget the curiccular activities in school! Almost every Saturday. Busy, tired, Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year 2009 ends, I'm sure there are lots of things you and I have to be thankful about. I certainly have A LOT of things to be thankful. And certainly lots of Do's and Don'ts for the coming year. Here's a list of things that happened the first time to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Be a treasurer. This definitely recquires a lot of discipline and you certainly must have a very organize book. Otherwise, in my case, no one can understand what I wrote in my book, except for me. Being discipline is also one of the main attitude you should have because you must have the discipline to control the money and not simply using it. That's called a bad treasurer if you misuse your position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Be a mentor(is this how it's spelt?) to 3 new prefects. I don't think that I did a great job but all 3 prefects got the job but one quit half way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Experience almost getting dengue. Almost. I should thank God for the recovery otherwise I would have been stuck in the hospital and miss my exams, which means, I will be last in the class. But thankfully, that didn't happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Getting 9 blood test in a row. Wow! 6 on my right hand, and 3 on my left hand. After all the blood tests, I was declared Dengue-free! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Missing Prefects' Camp to attend Church Camp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Write a book. A complete book. Next aim is to publish it. And to write more books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Have a teacher as a good friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) Go to airport and say goodbye to a very close cousin. (And now he's back!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) Sew a barbie doll shirt for my barbie doll. Yes, I still have barbie dolls and honestly, I do play with them sometimes. Comb their hair and change their clothes. Actually I have given away so many dolls, the remaining 3 are kept because their my favourites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) Write a script for the youth fellowship play. Wow! First major project and it was a success. If I have the time, I think I will write it in my other blog. So, Look out for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) Be the main character in the play I wrote. What? You don't think I can act? Hey, I have been acting since 12! Where I was chosen to act out of so many other students! But, I wasn't the main character just a supporting character, but still! I can act!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) To blog. I really enjoy blogging. So, you'll be reading more of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, new year resolutions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Read the Bible daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Be a better person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Study harder for PMR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Don't get addicted to Korean Dramas until after PMR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Study Harder again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Write new books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Sew clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I just want to wish all of you a HAPPY NEW YEAR!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7200627508517736718?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7200627508517736718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-2009-hello-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7200627508517736718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7200627508517736718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-2009-hello-2010.html' title='Farewell 2009, Hello 2010!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3578406960523170695</id><published>2009-12-22T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:59:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! My Cousin's Back!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! My cousin's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy! LOL!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3578406960523170695?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3578406960523170695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-my-cousins-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3578406960523170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3578406960523170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-my-cousins-back.html' title='Yay! My Cousin&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-123909442193810331</id><published>2009-12-22T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:28:32.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Girls' Christian Camp 2009</title><content type='html'>Wow! Just one word, WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly an amazing experience for me and a great opportunity for me to get to know more friends. I think every girl should want to join the camp, because you get to taste good food, meet new friends, learn new hobbies, learn more about God and have fun! Well, unless you dislike the fact of sharing a classroom with 30 other girls or you dislike being yelled at for me bathing so long or you are a spoiled brat who doesn't like to do any chores, such as, serving food, washing the toilets and cleaning your dorms. Truly this is an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's camp theme is "Of Rags and Riches". A total of 7 of us participated in the camp. 4 groups-Agape, Charity, Phileo and Storge. I'm in group Storge. All this actually means Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time in camp but this camp was a more touching one. On the first night, Mr Alan gave a talk and he explained the verse John 3:16. But what really touched me was the video "The Passion". It basically shows how our Lord Jesus suffered for all of us. Somehow, this sort of videos almost make me cry. Yes, yes, I cried. I can't help it. To watch our Lord Jesus-the Son of God, die on the cross and being mocked and spit at and then watch the gruesome scene where he was nailed on the cross, that made my tears flow so uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next night, where Miss Moey showed us the Nick video, really inspired me too. He was born without arms and legs, but yet he is still so cheerful and smiling 24/7. Just then, it strucked me that I should be very grateful with what I have. I shouldn't be grumbling and complaining always when I can't be the school's best athlete, or not being a fast typist, or I can't draw as good as others. Because I should be VERY thankful that I was born WITH legs and arms. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I enjoyed a lot is the food and the games. Real good food. Home-made. Thank you for the great food, cooks! We had nasi lemak, chicken rice, spaghetti, loh si fun, chicken wings and so much more. One day 6 meals. Elevenses, Lunch, Tea, Dinner, Night Cap. Wow, still it is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games? Hmm, not as fun as last year's but it is still enjoyable. One game is like Amazing Race. The other game is something like treasure hunt. Except that you are supposed to find the things that are listed in the piece of paper which was given to the group leaders. BUT, there will be a few problematic people- one blindfolded person (and I was the one for my group, sigh!), one who walks backwards, two hoppers and five being tied up. All in all, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group won the "Best Improved" award, since we were the last in every category on the first day. And we slowly improved. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I didn't really enjoy is that this year's schedule is different from last year's. So, we didn't get to sleep as late as we want on the last night, since the camp concert is on the last day. But, we still have the Guardian Angel thing. Guardian Angel basicallly is someone who takes care of her mortal. I received two notes and stickers and lollipop from my GA (Guardian Angel). She spelt a word wrongly so I thought it was from a small girl, but! I didn't think that it was from a nineteen-year-old girl, who actually is also my group leader! WOW! Sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies! I joined the wrist corsage, and I loved it! Workshop! Seeing God In The Ordinary, taught me how to do quiet time and it really is very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, is the hardest one. Maybe because of the concert and also the farewell part. The bond and friendship we have developed must suddenly be separated. I really enjoyed every moment we shared and the thought of leaving is sad. We hugged and said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. I didn't shed any tear, which was rather surprising. Maybe because I know that we will still meet next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I really learned? I finally realized that this God is a serious thing. And that it shouldn't be a joke. I realized that God really loves me and so I should love others too, as they were also made in the image of God. So, I really decided to rededicate my life back to the Lord and I promised to always love Him and that He will help and guide me even as I grow as a Christian. Conclusio, thank you everyone who were there in the camp! Thank you, group leaders! Thank you, Miss Moey! And before I sign off, I just really want to thank Him for forgiving me no matter how many times I displease Him. Thank You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till camp 2010...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-123909442193810331?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/123909442193810331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-girls-christian-camp-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/123909442193810331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/123909442193810331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-girls-christian-camp-2009.html' title='All-Girls&apos; Christian Camp 2009'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3206809427829238152</id><published>2009-12-09T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:22:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry about my blog. It's sort of under construction. You see, I wanted to change my layout but I didn't know how. So I asked my friend to teach me and I tried to do it alone. But this is the result. I didn't really have time so I simply chose and edited it. So I told my friend to help me change. Be a little patient ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the wait will be worth it. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3206809427829238152?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3206809427829238152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3206809427829238152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3206809427829238152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-under-construction.html' title='Blog Under Construction'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2460989682557053060</id><published>2009-12-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:45:57.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH! Blocked.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kind of blocked these days. I can't find a topic to write about. Even my second story, yeah, it's stuck. Urgh! I hate it when I do something and don't finish it. Now, I think I'm going to tear off all the pages where I wrote that story and try to write another one. Sigh. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, did a lot of stuff. I went to my friend's house to practise the skit. Did a few props too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, cousin's house again. Played Zuma. Level 4-4. Really addictive. My eyes were watering by the end of the game. And then ate Roti Canai. Then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2460989682557053060?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2460989682557053060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/urgh-blocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2460989682557053060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2460989682557053060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/urgh-blocked.html' title='URGH! Blocked.'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-4791582511325094991</id><published>2009-12-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:46:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying My Holidays This Way</title><content type='html'>Ok, let's see what I did during this holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, all the basic daily activities which includes breathing, sleeping, eating, waking up, going to the toilet to do you-know-what, bathing, sitting, standing, talking, laughing and other daily activities you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's the holidays, definitely I will be watching tons of shows. Not to mention, korean dramas too. And movies, and also cds which my sister borrowed from her friend. And New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean my room. In fact, it gotten much more messier than before. Because I sorta took out everything that should be thrown and left it on my room floor. So it's basically still messy after the cleaning. Well, I'm not just going to leave it like that, certainly not. I'll find another day to clean it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I painted my toenails. Got really bored, just trying to be a little make-up obsessed on my cousin's wedding day. So, painting my toenails is all I did for an attempt of make-up obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SHOPPING!! Actually I only went one day. Since I watched New Moon, so my mother, sister and I decided to shop a little. Bought a dress. Well, trying to get another day to shop. You know, I'm kind of shop-crazy. If you're my friend, you will know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I baked. I mean, I helped my sister and mother to bake. I did just a small part by sifting the chocolate powder and mixing the chocolate icing and also sprinkling the cute, colourful little balls on top of it. It's nice. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I sewed. A Barbie Doll top. I'm so proud of it. Sleeveless. Next project is to sew a sleeved-shirt and collared one. SO PROUD OF MY ACHIEVEMENT!! I was practically leaping of joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to my cousin's, grandfather's house and aunt's new house. Yup, my holiday is not spent going overseas for holidays, but spending more time at my relative's house. I helped decorate the Christmas tree in my cousin's house. It's still not done yet since they can't find the lights and other decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cut hair. Really short now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Choir practise. Every Monday and Friday. Now I have to go for another practise. My sketch practise. I wrote the sketch and we're acting it. Wow, my first BIG project!! Hope it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Oh yeah, I was sick for a short while. Fever, cold and sore throat. Luckily didn't worsen to Dengue fever. I can't survive another series of blood tests. But I'm better now. Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Went for wedding dinners. Another one this Friday. Wow, I'm going to be fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On the computer. Blogging, checking mail, surfing the net and other stuff you do on computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Celebrate sister's birthday. Happy Birthday! (Actually it's yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;More next time....&lt;br /&gt;Tuddlez~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-4791582511325094991?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/4791582511325094991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/enjoying-my-holidays-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4791582511325094991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4791582511325094991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/12/enjoying-my-holidays-this-way.html' title='Enjoying My Holidays This Way'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-183581707707192504</id><published>2009-11-26T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:36:59.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>First of all, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!". I just watched New Moon this afternoon. I was pretty impressed that my friend could buy the tickets for us. I thought it was going to be tough but no, the theater wasn't even full house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of the main reasons I watched New Moon was actually to drool over Taylor Lautner. But first, I must admit, that I didnt' like him at first because of his long hair. I thought he looked ugly but then when he cut his hair (or took off his wig, whatever!), he was gorgeous. I know, go ahead and comment in my chatbox or whatever. Because that is not going to change my thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is SO much more better than Twilight. SO MUCH MORE! Because you know why? Twilight is all about Edward and Bella and no Jacob!! But New Moon features more of Jacob and less of Edward. And also because New Moon has more actions than Twilight. You can officially call me obsessed. Go ahead, see if I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in my previous posts, Bella should be with Jacob. I know, you might be pretty much annoyed from the fact that I keep repeating this but to tell you the truth, I'm gonna repeat it as often as long as Stephenie Meyer changes the storyline to Jacob and Bella! Which I know wouldn't happen, so continue being annoyed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can call me cry baby because I almost shed a tear or two while watching the movie. For me, it's so sad. If I were in Jacob's shoes, I must have cried my heart out to see my best friend betraying me after what I did. It was sad. Real sad. I'm sorry, Jacob. Blame Stephenie Meyer for that. Urgh! How I wished I can edit the story and create a new one. I'm so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than that, it was awesome watching the werewolves change to wolves. Especially Jacob with perfect abs. He's so hot. I wonder how it's like to have a hot werewolf or even a gorgeous vampire to protect me. Bella must be a lucky girl. Even the parts where Jacob takes off his shirt, for anyone who dislikes Taylor, cannot deny that he has a great body. Everyone in the cinema went like "Whoa.." or "Wah.." during the part he took his shirt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall not bore you anymore with how awesome Taylor is but tell you some updates. Right now, I'm a short-haired girl. Just got a hair cut. Sorry, no pictures for you. I still have my hair, you know? You see, my hair was really long, until the hip and I wanted to cut short, really short. So, I flicked through some magazines to get some ideas on what to cut and then I decided to cut in neck length. And the hair dresser went "Wah, so short, you know? You dare to cut ar?" In chinese. So, I just smiled and nodded. And then she tied my hair and took her scissors and cut it off. So, I still have my hair, for rememberance, that's what the hair dresser said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I signed off, let me once again remind you that Taylor Lautner is HOT!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-183581707707192504?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/183581707707192504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/183581707707192504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/183581707707192504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5255922014379732249</id><published>2009-11-19T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:41:05.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Are Here!</title><content type='html'>Boy, is time flying faster or am I just so occupied with things that I didn't realize that it's already almost the end of year! Just about another 4 weeks or so, we'll be celebrating Christmas already! Wow! There's just one question in my head, is time actually flying faster when you're getting older? Well, I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so anyway, what I've been doing during the first few days of holiday is stay at home and do nothing. Yup, nothing at all. Well, yeah, I did some things but it doesn't really count as beneficial things. Like lying on the bed staring at the ceiling day dreaming about stuff, walking around the house to find entertainment, watching television and playing cards with my sister. The only thing that counts as beneficial is reading "Eclipse" and playing the piano. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, for once, I totally disagree with a storybook. I mean, I always agree with the novels that I've read but The Twilight Saga, uhm, not really. Though I've just read "Eclipse" but I know the ending already.  Well, Stephenie Meyer might know what Happily Ever After is, but I think that Bella SHOULD be with Jacob. Yeah, a lot of my friends agree with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'll tell you more on what I think of the story next time. I think I'll be watching "New Moon" with my friends next week, so I'll make sure to give you an update on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, playing the piano has become one of my favourite pastime. Though I can't believe that I used to dislike playing the piano. Maybe because when I was young, I was sorta forced to learn and not because I wanted to. But now, I don't know why, maybe some piano bug bit me and now I'm starting to love, LOVE piano. And I'm proud to let you know that I have learnt how to play one of "Twilight"'s song, which is "River Flows In You". It's really nice, ya know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's all. Nothing much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a happy holiday! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5255922014379732249?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5255922014379732249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5255922014379732249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5255922014379732249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays Are Here!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8957336832273295888</id><published>2009-11-12T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:13:48.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awkward Moment</title><content type='html'>It's not like they were sitting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they were hugging each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they were holding each other's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they were staring at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they were happily talking with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I felt awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my feelings trying to show but didn't know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it because I was disgusted by just looking at her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make any eye contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even dare to go near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a part of this complicated life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8957336832273295888?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8957336832273295888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8957336832273295888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8957336832273295888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-moment.html' title='The Awkward Moment'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-9186326187866742346</id><published>2009-11-06T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:17:24.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Horrors Finally Over!</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally let out a huge sigh of relieve. For the exams are over! Let's party, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more BM's sajaks, no more English's Phantom of the Opera, no more Chinese's proverbs, no more KH's account, no more Science experiments, no more Maths' formulas, no more Geography's highways and forests and no more History's perjanjians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this feeling is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before the exams, my sister could already practically smell and taste the freedom. Ironic, huh? All that's left now is the results. Urgh! The results! Already got a B for KH. So dissapointed. 3 more marks. Why?? Why do this to me?? I studied SO hard (while my friend only studied a little) and yet a got a B!! (and that friend of mine surprisingly got an A! How funny!) Urgh! Now this feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update anyway. Other than studying, I guess I did nothing else. Because it feels like an eternity that I haven't write a post already. Gosh, you guys must be missing me. Nuh-uh! Don't say that I'm perasan or shock sendiri because I do feel that way. Considering the number of people commenting in my chatbox.  And considering that there is a person who can't wait for the other part of my story. Mwahahaha, you guys miss me. Just admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just SO glad that exams are finally over! All that's left is the six weeks of holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that feeling IS great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, hmm, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, after all the studying and preparing for the exams, suddenly I have no idea what to do other than that. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do some sewing. Yeah, one of my wishes in life is to sew my own dress which I will be attempting to do that during this holiday. And I have already assured that whenever I get frustrated if the sewing machine just doesn't do what I want, my sister gets to slap me. Yeah, well, not that hard. Just slap on the thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's actually something I HAVE TO DO this holiday. I mean, I WANT TO DO. Unless, you have a better suggestion? Please do give me, okay? I don't want to waste my holidays just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I AM SO HAPPY EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!! I know, I know, I'm exaggerating it, but who cares?? Exams are O.V.E.R!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-9186326187866742346?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/9186326187866742346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-horrors-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9186326187866742346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/9186326187866742346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-horrors-finally-over.html' title='Exam Horrors Finally Over!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-1446583054806599410</id><published>2009-10-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:56:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted To Korean Dramas</title><content type='html'>An-yeong ha seyeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know if that's the correct spelling but that stands for Hello in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I got bitten by the Korean Drama Bug! Now call me a Korean Addict I don't care! You can't blame me either! Blame the school!! Why? Blame them for having so many holidays!! You may ask "What does that gotta do with Korean Dramas?" Well, it has everything to do with Korean Dramas!! Because of school holidays, I got to spend my school holidays in my aunt's house. Well, she watches Korean Dramas so I got to watch it with her too! And that's when I got bitten by the Korean Drama Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I know. Korean Dramas are boring and dull and plain and slow, but somehow I don't know what attracts me to them. It's not like the Korean actors are much more good looking. It's just... Oh, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series I'm sorta watching now are "Jolly Widows" and "My Too Imperfect Sons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say anymore, so Adios! And good luck for your year-end Exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-1446583054806599410?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/1446583054806599410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-korean-dramas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1446583054806599410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/1446583054806599410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-korean-dramas.html' title='Addicted To Korean Dramas'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-2410390004866941722</id><published>2009-10-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:23:52.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out!</title><content type='html'>Check out my other blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.an-authoress-story.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.an-authoress-story.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me but it's mostly about short stories or poems that I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go enjoy!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-2410390004866941722?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/2410390004866941722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2410390004866941722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/2410390004866941722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out.html' title='Check Out!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-3765808456741175941</id><published>2009-10-06T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:11:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>It all started in the morning. Where all the prefects gathered in Botanic Park to have a farewell for the Form 2 prefects which were organized by the Form 1 prefects. (Awh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of food. And Puan Ooi's cupcakes were so delicious! So, there were cupcakes, jelly, mee hoon, nuggets, watermelon and PIZZA!!! So you can actually imagine how much food I have taken in. Because I tried everything and by the time I finished the one slice of pizza, I felt like a big hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely had fun and enjoyed ourselves tremendously. Although I did get an ant bite. You see, that Saturday morning was a very windy morning. And as you know, the Botanic Park has lots of trees planted everywhere so there was this one leaf. One leaf which decided to fly away landed on my neck. And the first reaction is just get it off, which I did. And I didn't see the ant! It was huge! I mean, for an ant size, that was HUGE! And it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the ant. So, the Form 1's organized games. Treasure hunt. WOW! One word. Tiring. This checkpoint is in one end and the other checkpoint is in the other end of the park. So tired by the time we get to the other checkpoints. Although it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, oh yeah! We were given a bottle of stars! How sweet is that? So, I came home and slept. You know, I need to recuperate my stamina. After that, we went (as in me and my sister) to YF. In case you're wondering what's that, it's Youth Fellowship. Guess what? ONLY 9 PEOPLE SHOWED UP!! And it was all girls. Played a game. It's called the neighbour game. Kinda nice! It's like "da feng cui" (Sorry, I don't really have the program to write Chinese words. New monitor so my cousin sorta reformat the whole thing and now the program is deleted. But, I am trying to get my father to download it in again.) The concept is same. All you have to do is find a chair to sit! Easy, you may think? NO! I was the victim most of the time! Do you know how hard it is to get a chair?? It's not like the chair has legs but the person sitting on the chair drags the chair along with them! And how do you expect to sit when someone's butt is still stuck on the chair??? But, I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Bethany Chapel invited us to have a game of captain ball with them. And I met my friend! How cool is that? So we played. Had fun and definitely made a few more friends! In the end, we won. I mean, our group won. So, my mom came and fetched us home and bought us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the most memorable part. My family came. Since it's the Mid Autumn Festival, so we decided to have a little party. With food and music and definitely LANTERNS! Unfortunately, we were out of mooncake. Ironic huh? A Mid Autumn Festival with no mooncakes. Anyway, we played lanterns and unfortunately again, 2 of favourite lanterns were sacrificed during the time of playing. Rest In Peace, dear lanterns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't really the memorable part. So we started getting bored of changing the candles and then taking care of it so we decided to play with FIRE! Yay!! Right... I think after this incident, we won't have the same reaction again. You see, we got this candle, I'm not sure of the name, but I think tea candle. Whatever. So we took out the wax thingy and put in our own wax. You know, the one that got stuck in the lantern or the one which dripped out of the lantern. And we put in some of wicks too. So we lighted it. First it was a small flame but! The BUT, the flames sorta got connected to each other and became quite a big flame. Well, still wasn't big enough to burn down the whole house. Then my family and cousins went home. So we wanted to clean up the house as it was getting late. Me and my sis decided to put out the flame. I tried blowing it away, like what we always do when it's our birthday. First attempt-FAIL. It sorta got bigger. So my sister took the watering can (Not really the watering can, but the kind you find in florist's shop. The one you use to spray water.) and she started spraying water. And the flame got bigger! Bigger than the first big flame! So my sister started to panic and the first reaction is to spray more water!! Which she did, which made the flame SO big that if it was near a curtain, it could actually burn down the whole house! Me? I ran away. Duh~ I mean, who wants to get burnt innocently?? My mom was there and she was staring at us with that scary look. And started scolding us. Luckily her mood wasn't so bad, otherwise we will surely get a good lecture about what to do and what not to do when it comes to fire. My dad? He came out of the house and stepped on the candle and "Poof" the flame was gone. So you can actually say that he's the hero. He even patted my sister's head and said "Nevermind, good experiment." I mean, how many fathers say that after their child almost burn down the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, it was indeed a good experiment. We actually laughed after this incident. But it was actually kinda funny. All the putting out fire and flame getting bigger. To think about it, it actually IS funny! But it definitely won't be if WE REALLY did burn down the house. Instead of laughing, we'll be crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I definitely understand that peribahasa about small fire is our friend but big fire is our enemy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-3765808456741175941?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/3765808456741175941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3765808456741175941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/3765808456741175941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-4883391237277288387</id><published>2009-10-01T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:19:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana In Pain</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried over that person! It feels lousy, lame, stupid, pathetic, and did I mention LOUSY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, crying is in fact, the best method of all time, to forget about our troubles or problems. But the problem is, YOU weren't a problem but why was I crying then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Why must this feeling hurt so much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have given up earlier, then the feeling wouldn't hurt SO much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-4883391237277288387?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/4883391237277288387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/banana-in-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4883391237277288387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4883391237277288387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/10/banana-in-pain.html' title='Banana In Pain'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5463956603505601777</id><published>2009-09-24T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:08:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me!! Well, you know who you are. You know that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILL NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; answer but why do you still call?? Are you some stalker or you're just trying to be funny? Well, it's NOT funny! Stop calling me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be friends, then stop calling! Because it's annoying me A LOT! I can't concentrate on my studies. (revisions at night, I meant) Just stop it, seriously. I may be small, not confident but I beg you, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT DIAL MY NUMBER EVER AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; Unless there's an emergency, of course. Which I highly doubt considering the number of times you called me for no reason. What's your problem anyway? Too much credit in your phone that you want to spend it on me? Oh, I'm flattered, but I don't want to be a burden so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP CALLING ME!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Hate It A Lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You can ask my sister. She knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regret giving you my number. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5463956603505601777?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5463956603505601777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5463956603505601777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5463956603505601777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT!!!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7050661128913335741</id><published>2009-09-23T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:02:18.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Yo! Wassup? Please don't answer the sky because even I know that. Don't even answer the ceiling because that is just as lame as the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little update about what's going on. Since it's the holidays, my family and I have been catching up with shopping. Actually it's just me, my sister and my mom. My dad just followed and sat on benches outside the store while we do our shopping. Well, it was more of a window shopping. After 7 hours of shopping in Sunway Pyramid, we just bought a hairband. And after 7 hours of shopping, my sole was hurting. A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was London Tipton, I would have bought so many things! There was a cute top in Marks and Spencer which I love. A soldier hat in Forever 21. A cute pair of sandals in Vincci, actually 2. And magazines. Oh, I wish I was London Tipton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually bought 2 t-shirts. But this is AEON. One top has 4 girls and it is written "We're Friends" at the bottom. The other is a girl from the side view giving a flying kiss with writings such as "BFF", "Flying Colours" and "Everything Good". Kinda cute. And I also bought a book. "I Was A Teenage Worrier". It's not a novel but it's a book who tells you not to worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than shopping, I have done some studying. I think I'm getting lazier and lazier each day. Because I just can't concentrate in studying. My mind will drifting to something else. I get distracted really easily. Like for instance, praying. (I'm sorry, God, for getting distracted so easily that sometimes half the time the elders in church were praying I was thinking or daydreaming, rather about something else. I am so sorry. Please help me not get distracted. Amen.) You can't blame me. I mean, they pray for almost 5 minutes! (I'm sorry God again for talking like this about the church leaders) So, I should really stop getting distracted so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I? Oh yeah, before getting distracted, studying. I couldn't focused my mind on something. Why?? Is it because of the truth I just told him? Is it because I want to do more shopping? Is it because I miss my friends? (Honestly, I do. Even a week of holiday is like a month of holiday. I miss my friends) Or is it because my sister is constantly asking for my help in completing the Rumusan of her PJ folio? Maybe I have this "Easily Distracted Syndrome". (For my cousin in US, see if there's a cure for this. You know?? Like the pill you said which gives you a sensation like falling in love after eating it. Okay?) Maybe I'm having too much things on my mind right now. Gotta let it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Complications. Distractions. Confusions. Craziness. Madness. Calmness. Happiness. Sadness. Anymore? I don't know. Life's full of surprises! I just hope that I don't get too much surprises until one day I may get a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what does that have to do with Updates? See, I get distracted SO easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, better stop with "distracted". I'm starting to get annoyed with that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched "Beauty and The Beast". After so many times watching that show, I still don't get bored. It's nice. I love it. Especially the last part where the beast transforms back to human. I love it. And that crazy Gaston obsessed with Belle, being self-obsessed too! That just gives the story a lot more interesting. I love it! And seeing how Love can change the Beast's attitude is just amazing too. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my life's like that too. Happily Ever After. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7050661128913335741?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7050661128913335741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7050661128913335741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7050661128913335741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8579158220395978355</id><published>2009-09-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:15:04.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>Notice for everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been loyally and faithfully reading my blog, I must wish you guys a huge thank you! Because if it wasn't for you guys, I wont be here writing for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this blog will be temporarily closed. I'm not sure for how long. I will still write once in a while but it will be temporarily closed as I cannot find the time to write. And also because the year end exams are about to come so I will be studying my butts off instead of writing nonsense. But I will still write, don't you worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8579158220395978355?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8579158220395978355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8579158220395978355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8579158220395978355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-7878605874288367172</id><published>2009-09-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:10:19.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realized Something</title><content type='html'>I realized that I'm starting to like David Archuleta's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is the title of that song, but it keeps ringing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't blame myself for keep singing that song, it's been on in the radio for a very long time! And don't worry, you get to hear that AT LEAST 3 times in the radio A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me title of that song, I'm sorry, I'm just hopeless at songs. You either have to hum the tune out otherwise I have no idea what song you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that song goes like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saw you from a distance...&lt;br /&gt;  Saw you from a stage...&lt;br /&gt;  Something 'bout the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;  Something 'bout your beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In a sea of people,&lt;br /&gt;  There was only you,&lt;br /&gt;  Don't know what the song is about,&lt;br /&gt;  Suddenly now I do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on. See, can you actually imagine the number of times that I listened to the song until I can actually memorized almost the whole song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am now a David Archuleta fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-7878605874288367172?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/7878605874288367172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realized-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7878605874288367172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/7878605874288367172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realized-something.html' title='I Realized Something'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-251621832841637372</id><published>2009-09-07T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:01:48.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Are Tough!</title><content type='html'>Maths ARE Tough AND Complicated AND Confusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really turning my brain upsidedown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with finding the area of a sphere? Or even a half cylinder! As if it's going to help me in the future?! Okay, maybe this is important for some people BUT NOT FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths is complicating me! First, the objective is to find the area of a cylinder. But it's in half! So then you have to find the whole area and then divide into 2, which is wrong, since that's what my teacher said. So, you have to do it another way which is totally turning my brain and I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next question will be finding the area of a cone. And then you have to find the area of the circle first using pi. And if the question didn't put radius, you have to find it yourself. And then you'll have to find the cone which is actually a sector by using the answer of circle multiply the length. Length means the slant length not the ninety degree length! And if the question didn't give the slant length, then you have to use Pythogoras Theorem to find that length! WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the question wants you to find the area of a prism. What if the prism so happens to have 8 surfaces? So we're supposed to count until we get mad or until we start to grow white hair? Except that we haven't learn how to find the area of an eight surfaced prism, but I'm sure we'll learn one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about angles?? We haven't got to that yet! Sheesh, if this is hard, what is hard when we're in Form 4 learning Add Maths, which is what my dad used to say that it is INDEED very TOUGH! I'm scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths oh Maths...&lt;br /&gt;Please have mercy on me...!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die of solving too much problems!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-251621832841637372?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/251621832841637372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/maths-are-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/251621832841637372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/251621832841637372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/maths-are-tough.html' title='Maths Are Tough!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-8379235764307853006</id><published>2009-09-04T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:19:02.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Best Teacher In The World!</title><content type='html'>And the best teacher award goes to......&lt;br /&gt;MISS NADIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe time flies SO fast! It was as if yesterday was the first day she started teaching us! Two months (or maybe three) just flew pass us like a wink of an eye. I just can't help but say "Thank You" for giving us such wonderful times we had during English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day Miss Nadia will teach us. (Actually Wednesday was the last day since she didn't teach us yesterday and today) I am so sad! Because next week we won't have her as our teacher anymore, it's someone else, someone stricter, someone fierce, someone scarier. (Although I'm not scared of her, but I'm just trying to explain the personality of that teacher) I used to be so looking forward to her class. As it is very fun and every single day, there's a different activity. Not only that, sometimes if we participated in a game, she will give us sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in 2 Berlian will not deny that Miss Nadia is IN FACT the best teacher. I wrote some stuff about her during my post of the "Funnest Day Ever!", but I just simply can't stop writing there because she indeed is the BEST TEACHER! She's just those kind of teachers of look at students as her friends. And that is definitely so COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her dearly. I'll miss everything of her. I'll miss her "accent" (She does speak with a little accent, but I'm used to it already.) I'll miss her baju kurungs. I'll miss her short hair, neatly tied up into a small ponytail. I'll miss her unique way of teaching us. I'll miss her mahjong paper projects. I'll miss her games (Sometimes she does let us play. But educational games only!) I'll definitely miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Miss Nadia (if you're reading)&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of 2 Berlian, we just want to say a huge thank you to you!&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Miss Nadia~!&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-8379235764307853006?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/8379235764307853006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-best-teacher-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8379235764307853006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/8379235764307853006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-best-teacher-in-world.html' title='For The Best Teacher In The World!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-4950947632529383615</id><published>2009-09-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:34:27.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Up Your Mind!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the first day of school after the school holidays. FINALLY! I was suffering from boredom for the past week. Finally I get to go back to school, and it's not like I love going to school too! We humans are just so demanding. One minute we want to do this thing and the other minute we want to do something else. Actually demanding is not the right word. What word is that again?? Sorry, my brain just can't search for the correct word to use. But you know what I mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they just make up their mind?? 5.45 or 5.30?? Oh wait, I forgot. Can the teachers just make up their mind? I don't want to be waiting in school for 25 minutes again! Before the holidays, the teacher gave out notices, telling us that the school starts 12.40 and ends at 5.30. Then, just before the school holidays, which is the day before the holiday starts, a teacher announced that school starts at 12.55 and ends at 5.45. So now everyone was clear about the time changed. Actually not everyone. Some of friends still smsed me and asked me about the time. Whatever. But that's not the point I'm trying to point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the teacher again announced that school ends at 5.30! What?! I told my mom to come to school at 5.45! Sheesh, they just can't make up their minds! I'm not trying to criticize the teachers, what I'm trying to say is that the teachers should be more organized. You don't want the students to run around the school compound right? You don't want the students to be loitering around in Giant right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-4950947632529383615?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/4950947632529383615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-up-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4950947632529383615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4950947632529383615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-up-your-mind.html' title='Make Up Your Mind!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-920030644453887476</id><published>2009-08-27T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:05:01.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must holidays be so boring? All we do is stay at home (unless you're going for a holiday with your family, then good for you! But if you're not, then too bad!), watch tv, read your novels, finish up your homework, daydream, and etc etc. (I don't think you will even study,right? I mean, we're already complaining when it's a school day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom hardly allows me to go online so I'm like so boring at home. I do have something to do during this holiday but I just don't feel like to doing it. Geografi folio! I mean, who wants to do that?? It's so boring, I don't even know what to do. It's still in that file, nicely stacked on the shelf, collecting as much dust as it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of my holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Weini (And my sister's friend too) came to my house and we played Pictionary Mania. Did some prank messages and also copied some Geografi folio stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Watched a movie (The Devil Wears Prada). Went out with cousin at night. Stayed there till very late at night. Played Wii there. Had a really fun time. It was a life time chance for me and my family to watch our parents do the hula hoop game. Watching them shake and turn, it was just so funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Stayed at home. Checked my mail and updated my blog. Read a novel "New Moon". I borrowed that book for almost 2 weeks and haven't even read it yet. So I figure I should start reading it already. And then we watched a movie at night. "Facing the Giants". A Christian movie. Really nice and touching. It makes me feel that God can do anything. God can do everything. He can do anything if you just believe in him. Nothing is impossible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: (Which is today) Woke up really late. Had my breakfast. Yay nasi lemak! Practised my piano and also guitar. Learned how to pluck. Pluck the guitar, I meant. Played some Play Station. The racing car one. Had my lunch. Yay chicken rice! Then watched a movie. "She's The Man". Awesome show! Best movie I've watched so far during this holiday. Really funny too! And then my cousin took us out for dinner in Kim Gary. And then now we're back. And I'm using his computer to write this post actually. Thanks for letting me use anyway! I have nothing else better to do. Except to play Wii with them. But I'll just finish with my post first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&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 think I have finish my post. So, so long! Farewell! And have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-920030644453887476?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/920030644453887476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/boring-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/920030644453887476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/920030644453887476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/boring-holidays.html' title='Boring Holidays!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-879540543597618524</id><published>2009-08-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:55:53.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holidays</title><content type='html'>Everyone wants to have holidays, right? I mean, all the stress and all the troubles, sometimes you just want to throw all out and just have some time alone, relaxing, right? But the problem is, we humans are never satisfied. When it's the school days, we want it to be a holiday. But when the holidays finally arrived, we will be sure to complain. Right? Come on, just admit it. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing this holiday is just watching movies and watching movies and watching movies again. Where did I get all these movies from? My sister's friend's dvds. Most are old movies which we haven't watched yet. Here's the list of movies we've watched so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Twilight&lt;br /&gt;2. Inkheart&lt;br /&gt;3. X-Men 2&lt;br /&gt;4. X-Men: Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;5. Hotel For Dogs&lt;br /&gt;6. Bedtime Stories&lt;br /&gt;7. Flushed Away&lt;br /&gt;8. The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;9. The Confessions Of A Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;10. Click&lt;br /&gt;11. Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't really watch all these movies during this holiday. These are actually the movies that she borrowed from her and we watched. I think there's more but I forgot. These are the list of movies that she borrowed but haven't watch yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;2. Monsters VS Aliens&lt;br /&gt;3. The Tale Of Despereaux&lt;br /&gt;4. She's The Man (Borrowed from cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these movies are nice. Only a few which I disliked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the kind who likes fashion a lot, I recommend you to watch "The Devil Wears Prada" and "The Confessions Of A Shopaholic". I liked that show because of the fashion and the clothes. The only factor I liked "The Devil Wears Prada" was because of the clothes and accesories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows that I disliked was "Twilight" and "Bedtime Stories". "Twilight" is boring. The whole movie except the last part was just plain scenery, okay, maybe not so plain, slow dialogues, no action at all! Except the endings. "Bedtime Stories" is okay. Better than "Twilight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both X-Men movies were nice. I think I like action movies that's why I liked this 2 movies but not "Twilight" and "Bedtime Stories" (Although both this movies do have action scenes, it's just too little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie that I liked a lot was "Hotel For Dogs". I thought this movie will not be nice. Boring and whatever. But when I watched it, I was absolutely wrong. Really touching. I love this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others was just okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, spending your holidays watching movies are quite fun too. At least 2 out of 24 hours is spent to watch movie. Now, you just have another 22 hours left to worry about what you're gonna do. Well, I have a bunch of movies to watch, so no need to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-879540543597618524?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/879540543597618524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/879540543597618524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/879540543597618524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-holidays.html' title='School Holidays'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-5388838277670645325</id><published>2009-08-24T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:14:05.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnest Day Ever!</title><content type='html'>(Friday's story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day might be fun but it held a very important meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that there's only another week left before Miss Nadia (our English teacher) leaves us. And then it's back to the other teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nadia's like the most coolest teacher ever. I mean, which teacher says "Duh!" or "Whatever~"? Well, she does! She's just the best teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she leaves us, we decided to organize a farewell party for her. And today's the day! There were lots of food. What we saw was a lot, but what we had was just so little. I'm sorry but I have to say this in public, I want some opinions from them. You see, there were actually enough food for all of us (all 41 students but 2 were absent so 39), or that's what we thought. But. The BIG but! The food was not enough! Now how can that happen?? The answer is simply easy. Everyone crowded around the table to feed just for themselves. Okay, not everyone, those people. Those people crowded around the table to feed themselves. JUST FOR THEMSELVES! Not thinking about others. AT ALL! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not wanting to talk about the negative sides, I wanna tell about the positive sides. I don't know who, but thank you lots! Because the cupcakes you made (or ordered) was just simply delicious! And thanks for printing our names on it! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some music time. Anwar brought his guitar, Vee Nie brought her violin, Benjemin brought his er...voice? And they sang for the teacher. Actually Miss Nadia sang too! It was really nice. I had a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all good things must come to an end. It finally ended. The farewell party, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll definitely miss her. Definitely miss her teachings. Definitely miss those students singing. (The teacher's way of punishing students who don't bring their books is by singing) Definitely miss her interesting activities. Definitely miss her mahjong paper projects. Definitely miss her unexpecting way of teachings. And definitely miss her "Duh-ing!" and "Whatever-ing~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, farewell Miss Nadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall meet again sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-5388838277670645325?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/5388838277670645325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/funnest-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5388838277670645325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/5388838277670645325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/funnest-day-ever.html' title='Funnest Day Ever!'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845300824724294678.post-4046554298758240848</id><published>2009-08-20T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:58:59.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel...</title><content type='html'>I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845300824724294678-4046554298758240848?l=anna-banana95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/feeds/4046554298758240848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4046554298758240848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845300824724294678/posts/default/4046554298758240848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna-banana95.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel.html' title='I Feel...'/><author><name>I.AM.AN.AUTHOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05147811028031946868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmn5w_aBb4/TyJlyCgY9_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SehK0ePgN8g/s220/380401_2029081625206_1789063006_1378786_1477701606_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
