<?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-37821973</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:14:43.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>Well i'm basically a normal girl living an extraordinary life. I aint perfect and so is my life but I look forward to what life has for me. I enjoy all the shit and all the good that i go through. I'm living in Perth, Australia but i was born in Jakarta. Yes, my Indonesian is crap, if i had a dollar for every time someone tells me that, i swear i'd be a millionaire by now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-7224764189543406483</id><published>2007-11-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:53:03.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can't be bothered studying for Accounting or P&amp;amp;L. So doing this instead... hehehe. I'm in a terrible terrible mood right now, someone is really pissing me off. Can't wait for him to &lt;strong&gt;go back to where he belongs&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and look at this, I look like a MALE and this NON ASIAN.. have to admit it this thing is pretty smart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/92/81/22/928122_25634921925374pijkha45.JPG" width="400" height="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Three exams down.. two to go. I'm so over it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-7224764189543406483?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7224764189543406483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=7224764189543406483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7224764189543406483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7224764189543406483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-be-bothered-studying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-713165072423563867</id><published>2007-11-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:35.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RymDw_GEIQI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTKPFenWyoA/s1600-h/water.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RymDw_GEIQI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTKPFenWyoA/s320/water.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127774528331849986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Can't wait for this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It's exactly 2 more weeks till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;beach. shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-713165072423563867?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/713165072423563867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=713165072423563867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/713165072423563867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/713165072423563867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-wait-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RymDw_GEIQI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTKPFenWyoA/s72-c/water.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-6935283208017250577</id><published>2007-10-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:47:39.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished my Mocks yesterday. Yes, Bliss. But I'm going to start studying right away since TEE is less than a months time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreading my Mocks results, I think I did worst than my mid Sem. I actually studied more; last semester it was only 48hrs but this lot of exams was 79hrs. But.... The amount of stuff I had to cover was 2x as much, so if you calculate it that way I studied LESS. ARRGGHH!! I've never actually bawled my eyes over any school stuff, but I think it will soon change after I get my results back. Studied so hard for economics, but totally stuffed up an essay. Asked my econs teacher after the exam and he said the essay on trade and specialisation was meant to be on PARTIAL SPECIALISATION but i did COMPARATIVE ADVANTAGE!! ****!! That's a whole 15 marks and I could have done a million other essays instead of doing this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway had breakfast with my dad at Coffee Club and I told him that I have high standards for things. Such as my likeness of eating at expensive places i.e. coffe shops, restaurants, my likeness of quality clothes i.e. CUE and my likeness of good cars i.e. Audi R8 (ahhh its so hot!!) etc etc. And I think I'm going to be stuffed my whole life if I don't get a high paying job, because it would not satisfy my wants (more like needs). Well I can either: 1. Accept average things or 2. Get a high paying job. I think I'll try to achieve number 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been one year since... well I think my close friends would know. I'm SO OVER. So f***ing over!! I think I've already said it a million times but I feel like a piece of trash and so HUMILIATED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh and another thing, I'm not as evil as I thought I am. Hehehehehe!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="';font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is not about liking something when everything is good and perfect. Love is the action of embracing something or someone despite its weaknesses, bad seasons, difficult times, and differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Well I'm definately not in love then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-6935283208017250577?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6935283208017250577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=6935283208017250577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/6935283208017250577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/6935283208017250577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-finished-my-mocks-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-729018673140700426</id><published>2007-10-02T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:35:38.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was reading news.com.au I passed an article which is rather funny but normal at the same time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Convent closed after nuns in fist-fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONVENT in southern Italy is being shut down after a quarrel among its last three remaining nuns ended in blows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sisters Annamaria and Gianbattista, reportedly upset about their mother superior's authoritarian ways, scratched her in the face and threw her to the ground at Santa Clara convent near Bari in an incident in July that was kept quiet until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Archbishop Giovanni Battista Pichierri tried to reconcile the nuns but finally decided in late August that they had "clearly lost their religious vocation'' and asked the Vatican for permission to close the convent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sisters Annamaria and Gianbattista moved to another convent, but Sister Liliana barricaded herself inside, refusing to leave, the reports said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She suspected Bishop Battista Pichierri of planning to cede the convent to another community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Liliana had been at the convent since its founding in 1963.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but have a little snigger, after all this points out that at the end of the day we are all human beings; saints or sinners. I could also relate to the nuns since I'm currently not too fond of the new addition in my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-729018673140700426?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/729018673140700426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=729018673140700426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/729018673140700426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/729018673140700426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-i-was-reading-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-3664847132948870035</id><published>2007-09-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:13:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone asked me recently about what qualities I look for in a guy. As usual I just said nice, but frankly that's untrue. I mean, it is important to be nice but it's not good enough just being nice. And wouldn't any guy be nice if they were interested in you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I was thinking about it and I've decided on four important characteristics. Number one, based on my personal taste is definately charisma and lots of it. I hate guys who lack personality, are shy and just plain uninteresting. What impresses me the most is someone who is charismatic, is not afraid to talk and is down to earth. And you know those type of people that would fit into any group even though its not their "ideal" group, like being able to talk to adults and things. That impresses me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second, is probably maturity. I don't like boys whose life ambitions is to score a girl and all they do is play WarCraft or Dotta or whatever they play. The next quality is intelligence. Not like the nerdy type who don't seem to ever shower. But like someone whose not dumb and has common sense. The fourth is someone whose a gentlemen. I find that there is nothing worst than a guy who is insensitive and just plainly doesn't know how to treat girls. Someone who treats girls the same way as they treat their guy friends is definately not a gentleman. I like those type of people that open doors to strangers and is not embarassed to do gentleman things. But as my mum has pointed out its also a characteristic for playboys. That's actually true, but aren't all guys playboys? Well to a certain extent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't included good looks, it's what attracts me to a person but its not what look for in a person. But I should also note, from my observations that just because a guy is good looking it doesn't mean that he lacks all the other qualities. And just because a guy is ugly it doesn't go to say that he will have the best personality. &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/37821973-3664847132948870035?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3664847132948870035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=3664847132948870035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/3664847132948870035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/3664847132948870035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/someone-asked-me-recently-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-2947840637004503222</id><published>2007-09-18T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:52:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I received my Accounting Competition results back. It's a mock/mock exam and doesn't count towards our marks. But still, it gives an indication of how we would in Mocks. Well if this competition gives a good indication, then I'm not going to do very well in my Mocks. Came to accounting this morning and my teacher said "Kei I got a suprise for you" sarcastically. Being a dumb person that I am I didn't even notice her sarcasm and thought ohh maybe I passed. How convenient since I never even bothered studying for it. Then she said "Hahahahaha (sarcastic laugh), NOT". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw my mark 78/200, 39%. Wow! What an achievement. First of all, thank you accounting teacher (who shall remain nameless) for being a sarcastic bitch. It really eases the pain when I'm failing miserably. Anyways, I wasn't that sad after all its a dress rehearsal before a dress rehearsal. So things will improve right??!!?? I hope so! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the point of this blog is about complacency and expectations. In year 11 when I chose to do Accounting I've never expected to like it nor be good at it. But when I got the Accounting award last year I thought, well not bad, I can do well in this subject. It's definately harder the second time round, doing well. I expected myself to do well and so did other people, you've always got that pressure of turning back to see whether or not anyone has caught up to you. Whereas last year, I had no expectations or pressures. I simply ran as fast as I could and if that was number one then I was glad for it. This year the pressure has definately crept in, everyone always asks me for help (I think I give them wrong answers) and everyone compares your mark to theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To correct things, I'm definately shit in Accounting this year. It's mostly my fault, from being to complacent and not keeping my cool. It's ok, I'm alright with coming second, I've already accepted that. Like all things in life, you can't always be number one and if you are number one you won't be for long. However, I still agree with my saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why come second if you are capable of coming first"&lt;/span&gt;. Am I capable of coming first? Right now after my "suprise" I don't think I am. In year 11 I thought I've done it, accomplished something. But what I don't realise is that winning that award was probably the easiest thing I've done. I never thought what would happen after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's only 3 more weeks till mocks and not so long till TEE, I can probably find it comforting to know that this won't be as hard as the next lot of exams I will do in uni. I mean TEE is definately stressful, but if you think about it there are still many options available. Whereas if you were doing a uni exam your career depends on it. It's between starving and eating, well not really but do you get my drift? As you grow older the decisions you make, the things you do will count more and more. And from that you accumulate life's successes and failures. I certainly hope that I am accumulating one of my life successes this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-2947840637004503222?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2947840637004503222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=2947840637004503222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/2947840637004503222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/2947840637004503222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-received-my-accounting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-7718676107155316900</id><published>2007-09-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:31:21.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are bits and pieces of my thoughts right now... hehehe &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- So much homework and studying to do. I have 6 tests next week and a mock/mock Accounting Exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's only 7 more weeks till I leave Iona for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's only 7 more weeks till I graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's only 7 more weeks till I finish Mocks, TEE and highschool forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm so excited to get out of this rut of waking up, studying, going to school, studying and then sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I can't be bothered studying anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm rather sad that half of my All Saints' friends can't come to my party and they happen to be my closest friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's my birthday tommorow and my wish is (I know you're not meant to tell but oh well) to get my first preference in my TISC application. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If I got my first preference I would run around the streets and kiss anyone, even old people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I miss my dad because he's gone to Europe for three weeks, can't ask him to do my maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I miss my iPod because my dad took it away, every time I go to my room to listen to my iPod I realise that it's not there. MISS YOU iPod, even though the battery always dies and you're kinda old already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't like English, to be specific Mr Doyle, I don't think he's hot anymore, he gave me 56% for a moderated essay. GRRR!! I definately like Mrs Pettigrew better she gives me high 70s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My favourite songs currently: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Give it to Me - Timbaland and Nelly Furtado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Hard Way - Thirsty Merc &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Give me More - Britney Spears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Stranger - Hilary Duff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Slow Down Baby - Christina Aguilera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Summer Love - Justin Timberlake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do You Know (ping pong song) - Enrique Iglesias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-align: center; font-family:TimesNewRoman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="ececapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Never frown, even when you are sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ececapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-align: center; font-family:TimesNewRoman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because you never know who is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="ececapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;falling in love with your smile. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ececapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-7718676107155316900?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7718676107155316900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=7718676107155316900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7718676107155316900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7718676107155316900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-is-bits-and-pieces-of-my-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-8918169351990412944</id><published>2007-08-15T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:36.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL4CRcVC8I/AAAAAAAAABU/QBx3FxvpFN4/s1600-h/Ulla.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL3khcVC7I/AAAAAAAAABM/nR3yewNsOx8/s1600-h/PrntDressEast-Hampton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shouldn't really blog on weekdays...but what the heck this week I've only got one test so better make the most of my time. I changed my blog skin, thought the last one was a bit too asian for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite fashion blog is definately The Sartorialist. It has all these pictures of randoms on the streets of New York, Milan, Stockholm, etc who just look so effortlessly fashionable. These are my favourites....&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL3dBcVC6I/AAAAAAAAABE/x1vzIcd92iM/s320/MarinaParis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL3khcVC7I/AAAAAAAAABM/nR3yewNsOx8/s320/PrntDressEast-Hampton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL4CRcVC8I/AAAAAAAAABU/QBx3FxvpFN4/s320/Ulla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-8918169351990412944?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8918169351990412944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=8918169351990412944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/8918169351990412944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/8918169351990412944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/shouldnt-really-blog-on-weekdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsL3dBcVC6I/AAAAAAAAABE/x1vzIcd92iM/s72-c/MarinaParis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-7960218446982375050</id><published>2007-08-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsbKn8YrQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/FFad5u-M3e8/s1600-h/maserati-coupe-gransport-mc-victory-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RrxkqhcVC4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LUJ2Z8TDTAY/s1600-h/maserati-coupe-gransport-mc-victory-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I'm feeling these two emotions: &lt;div&gt;1. Humiliated- by a disgusting boy and I can't believe that after all these years I've been giving him the consent to humiliate me. I just feel so inferior and so dumb because of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A failure- lots of hard work doesn't necessarily mean good marks. Spent like over 5 hours studying for my econs and just managed to pass. I feel like I'm working my but off, having 6hrs of sleep every day and stressing towards a goal that is almost nearly impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite car right now. I always pass this car in the morning before school, quite nice eyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsbKn8YrQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/FFad5u-M3e8/s320/maserati-coupe-gransport-mc-victory-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/37821973-7960218446982375050?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7960218446982375050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=7960218446982375050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7960218446982375050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7960218446982375050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-week-im-feeling-these-two-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RsbKn8YrQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/FFad5u-M3e8/s72-c/maserati-coupe-gransport-mc-victory-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-1414479855141569213</id><published>2007-07-29T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RqxjHBcVC2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7baqK1ml_o/s1600-h/1_723813455l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my first week at school... well it wasn't really one whole week so I'm still on holiday mood. On Sat went go-kart racing with church, really good. I was a bit scared at first but I got used to it the second time. I was trying to come first so I over took people. But one time I was trying to overtake my priest because she was going quite slow and I actually hit her. I'm sorry God, please don't punish me. I got a couple of bruises and she got a cut arrrrgghh!! Felt really bad, so I went and bought her an ice-cream. So yeahh, that was my penance for my sin. I'm very sorry aunty once again I was just trying to win... and I did win!! Woohooo!!! ahahaha although it was just against the girls. But yeahh quite please. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RqxjHBcVC2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7baqK1ml_o/s200/1_723813455l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls after go-kart and my priest on the left. &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/37821973-1414479855141569213?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1414479855141569213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=1414479855141569213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/1414479855141569213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/1414479855141569213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/started-my-first-week-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RqxjHBcVC2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7baqK1ml_o/s72-c/1_723813455l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-414522296303769113</id><published>2007-07-23T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:39:29.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoLIdAYs nearly OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;eing spending the past few days in Murdoch library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Quite good, rather lonely actually but got heaps of homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and revision done. I ate lunch ALONE, just not used to eating and doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;stuff by myself and not talking for6 hours straight hehehe. Holidays nearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;over and I am looking forward to going back to school. Not because I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;spend every Monday to Friday studying my but off, but because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;this is the last term. Yippeee!! I am so glad that this is finally coming to an end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;4 more months until the term, mocks, TEE and high school is finally over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I've just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Gallows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;the last of the series sobs!! It was really good as usual and rather sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Heaps of people died and well I won't spoil the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ending but it was a really good ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;Have you every wished that you have never met someone? Not because you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;hate them, but because they have caused you so much problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;that maybe if you have never met them you wouldn't have felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;the pain? I wish I've never met a particular person, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;I really do, because if I didn't get to know him life would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;less complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it better to have loved and lost, or is it better to never have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-style: italic; white-space: pre;"&gt;loved at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-414522296303769113?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/414522296303769113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=414522296303769113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/414522296303769113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/414522296303769113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/holidays-nearly-over_3784.html' title='HoLIdAYs nearly OVER'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-3461918958687732360</id><published>2007-07-16T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Official School Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RpsPIaQt60I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ch3ot5SXLQI/s1600-h/katie-leung-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OHH... I've just realised that I haven't blogged for a pretty long time. It's the second week of the holidays and it has passed so quickly. The first week, did my normal routine catching up with my girlfriends from All Saints'. Went and saw Knocked Up which I must say it was very very funny. Ahhhahahaha Izzy from Grey's Anatomy is the main character and she's hillarious and very pretty may I add. I also went to another TEE Revision course, did Accounting and P&amp;L. I saw heaps of people I knew, not very good since I get distracted very easily. Andrea was in my accounting class, what a coincidence since we did Accounting last holidays at another place. Silly girl Andrea is, always borrowing my paper so I have to rip pages from my notebook and always complaining when I didn't tear it properly. And one time I was eating a hello panda biscuit with white chocolate filling  (yummmm) and I dropped one, so I decided to hide it between the table legs. But the next day I looked for it and it wasn't there!!! NOOO!! someone ate my panda biscuit!! Not that I was planning to eat it but it's a bit mean eating other people's food!! GRRR!! I bet that person was Asian and liked hello pandas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P&amp;amp;L was soo boring, a total waste of time. The teacher was an ex-Ionian teacher and she was really snotty and just didn't teach us anything. Steven was in my class, so basically spent like the 10 hours there catching up and laughing at the teacher. The teacher was saying stuff like how she finds it hard remembering dates of consitutional events and I wisphered "because she's old". I kept on saying "because she's old" everytime she did a granny thing. And one time she told us that she looses track of time easily and Steven wisphered, more like shouted "because she's old" and I bet she heard!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out for coffee with my homegirls, just like the old days. I'm serious I think even if 10 years passed and we went out for coffee it would still be the same. Like we'll still be idiots gossiping and laughing at stupid jokes and laughing at the same people.  Then went to watch Harry Potter with my dad and brother. I know, I'm a very nice sister hehehehe. Kevin was so excited like I don't even know why and we came half and hour early and I was really pissed off. But it was a good thing cause it was so packed when we got there. My dad kept on burping cause he ate to much fizzy lollies lol, he was sitting next to this fat woman and she totally brought the works. Like she had a plate of food and wine and all that stuff. The movie wasn't even that good, the book was so much better and they totally cut out so many scenes and information. When I was watching I was expecting these scenes to happen but they just cut it out!! No!! But I'm definately buying the book this Saturday, cant wait!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they made the actresses look really ugly in the movie. Hermione and Cho Chang are really pretty but in the movie they just looked average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SEE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RpsPIaQt60I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ch3ot5SXLQI/s200/katie-leung-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you just have to watch the movie to compare because I can't be bothered finding and uploading another pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Please excuse the obsessive blog skin, blame Victoria Tan because she got me addicted to My Girl which I must say is the best Asian drama I've watched. Actually it's my first Asian drama but it was really really good and Gong Chan is really hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-3461918958687732360?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3461918958687732360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=3461918958687732360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/3461918958687732360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/3461918958687732360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-official-school-holidays.html' title='Last Official School Holidays'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/RpsPIaQt60I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ch3ot5SXLQI/s72-c/katie-leung-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-381211462710307994</id><published>2007-04-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:37:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... this week has passed so quickly. Today I went shopping with mum and bought new boots yay!! they're like Mrs Powell's but not identical. It was on sale but it still costs a fortune, but I love them!! My plan to study didn't exactly go to plan, fell asleep after shopping. I've been doing that a lot quite lately falling asleep after school and stuff. Note to body, please get back to old sleeping pattern i.e. wake up at 6.30 am and don't die until 11.00 pm. So didn't get any homework or study done today, noooo!! must make up for lost time. So tommorow I will wake up at 6.30 to do some study before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and on a random note how good is Michael Bubble's new single "Everything". AHH I love it!! and I just found out that he is dating Emily Blunt the chick from "The Devil Wear's Prada", so cute. She's so lucky....she can have her own mini concert whenever she wants hehehehe. Well I better go to sleep... my dad is  threatening to stop my internet. Ohh and I've also decided that if I don't get to UWA I will go to Murdoch, I don't want to but it's my plan B. I mean I'd rather be in Murdoch but do Law instead of doing Commerce in UWA. Commerce is alright but it's normal and I don't want to be normal. But I'm still sticking to plan A. Now that I've come back to school I'm beggining to think that there might be a tiny chance that I can do it. Just a very tiny chance. Like if I froze all my marks for my subjects right now I would get in, but exams are wayyyyy harder ...grrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I REALLY have to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-381211462710307994?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/381211462710307994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=381211462710307994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/381211462710307994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/381211462710307994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-7944081856402357484</id><published>2007-04-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:45:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to school in 2 days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds really silly but i can't wait. Only because I wasn't really allowed out these hols and I can't wait to finish the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School has been challenging but I enjoy every bit of it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had the All Saints' ball on the Sat and it was an absolute blast, had so much fun, caught up with everyone that I haven't seen for nearly 2 yrs. It just made me realise how I miss everyone so much. Miss u guys!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm a bit tired now so should go to sleep. Nites!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057019570139736738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/Ri4kgXxgqqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A_ndb5nHG9s/s200/IMG_1016.JPG" width="412" border="0" /&gt; My bestfriend and I at the ball. Love you Jess!! &lt;/em&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/37821973-7944081856402357484?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7944081856402357484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=7944081856402357484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7944081856402357484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/7944081856402357484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-back-to-school-in-2-days-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6ZCWryZK-8/Ri4kgXxgqqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A_ndb5nHG9s/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-116860198252934656</id><published>2007-01-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:39:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007...Bring it On!</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since I've blogged. Came back from Indonesia/ Singapore a few weeks ago. It was really fun despite the problem that I had in the airport. I nearly got caught in Jakarta for having two passports....for those who know, its not allowed. Well sorry!! its not my fault my dad decided to keep my Indo passport. My dad's plan was to use my Indo passport coming into Indo which means that I don't pay for a  Visa and would stop the "bullying comments" from the Indonesian immigration (Indo people using Aussie passport= Indo traitors). Well the stupid plan went terribly wrong. It was the travel agent's fault, the stupid man put my full name instead of my first name in the ticket after being told not to. Since my Indo passport doesn't have my last name on it ...yes I am an orphan with no family... I was forced to use my Australian passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like hell stressed on the plane....I'm thinking jail time....I'm gonna be another Schappelle Corby!!! I didn't have enough money to pay for the upon arrival visa....shit! i thought what am i gonna do.  But Thank God my dad sorted it all out. I was walking into immigration when i saw this man holding up a sign "Kei and Kevin Sukmadjaja". Woooohoooo!! SAVED!!!  I've decided that I like Indo now....bribing is definitely convenient. PHewwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I stayed at my aunty's house for a week.....She's definitely one hell of a gossiper and may I add a very very funny person. She's probably the most social woman I've known. We went to Bandung for two days with my other cousins. Very fun, despite the fact that my cousin brought her two very annoying girls. I wish that when I do have children I would not have daughters as annoying as them. I was so frustrated at dinner that I counted how many times they cried. My count- 8 times. Note to self: in the future please do not be a bad mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had my grandparents' 60th Wedding Anniversary, well that was really exhausting. I had to greet the guests and walk them to their table. If I was in my shorts and trainers that would be ok, but I'm talking about a long dress which keeps getting caught and not to mention very very high heels. The night was really really good....lots of laughs especially at this particular Japanese guy with a very prominent chin aahahahha. When he left we gave him roses .....and he was like "Oh Thank You!!!" I couldn't stop laughing.. later  my cousin saw him with all three roses inside his blazer pocket. He was probably 30, I wonder what his wife thinks about his prominent jaw?? Sexy?!??! BAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I had to leave the hotel early for my driving lesson.  Few days later I found out that my dad never packed my dress. No!!!!! I was pissed cause that was a bargain and I'm never gonna get the same bargain ever again. Well I obviously got the blame. Called Shangrila but they said they didn't have it. But then a week later they found it, obviously someone stole it and was forced into returning it. My dad told me that the worker probably got fired for stealing my dress......well I felt bad, obviously some poor man or woman is jobless because of me. I mean who wouldn't steal the dress?? I've decided that I don't like Shangrila anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lessons was hell fun. Took it with my cousin and her driver was also in the car. We sucked during the first lesson....I'm suprised no one vomited but eventually we got better and better. I only dared going 60km/hr. The car was really bad it was manual and had no power steering. I told the driving instructor that their car was crap and they should get better ones. He got angry....well I was only telling the truth. I doubled his tip after that to make up for my insult.....Geezz!! its not even his car. I nearly ran over a motocycle, I think he kicked the car in anger,  I would feel really bad if I killed someone. My other cousin ran over a bajai (its like motorcylce/ car) when she was younger. The bajai tipped over and the driver got hospitalised. I can't believe her...she's seriously crazy. Before every lesson I had to buy my cousin's driver a panadol, he's seriously insulting. I'm definitely a pro manual driver now. But it feels funny driving an automatic. If anyone has a manual to lend to me...you're in safe hands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually go back to Indo every 2 or 3 years but I want to go back next year. Well after I've received my TEE. Its a little scary....to think that this time next year I would already know my TEE result and would probably know which uni I'm getting into. I'm thinking of moving to Melbourne...my cousin lives there,  I can live in my parent's apartment which is in the city = good shopping and there's lots of Indos. But i just found out that Melbourne Uni doesn't do undergraduate law. Damn.....well Sydney is not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-116860198252934656?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116860198252934656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=116860198252934656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116860198252934656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116860198252934656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007bring-it-on.html' title='2007...Bring it On!'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-116493490740876168</id><published>2006-12-01T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:56:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006......</title><content type='html'>Who knew that I would be so addicted to blogging. So Ive decided to recap my year, the last 320ish days. Well, I always view every year as being better than the last. The more you grow up, the more people you meet, the more hurdles that you have to get over and the more fun your life becomes. Having spent the last 16 years in this world has taught me a thing or two about life. It goes faster and faster, this year has probably felt like 4 months of my life when I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I gone through this year? A hell of a lot. I have had lots and lots of changes, firstly I moved schools which was a big stepping stone for me. Having left my beloved All Saints which I must say is the best school that I have ever been to. Having spent the last four years there, I had to farewell my group of girlies and most of all my beloved homegirls. But closing a door means opening a new one, and boy have I opened one big door. Iona? What can I say bout you? Yes, I do like it there. The first day was the worst. Before I reached home I was already sobbing uncontrollably. But as the days went by it began to get better and better. I do still complain about it, the fact that everyone is so quite and well behaved freaks me out a lot, the non-existence of male testosterone annoys me and the little cute nuns running around the convent still gives me the laughs. But yes I have adapted into the Catholic-all girls school…very well indeed. Do I love it? I would say that I’m in between liking and loving the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the whole shaping into a newer me, into a better me. I have been doing some soul searching this year. What is it that I want in life? What do I want people to see me as? Well, I want to be known as someone who is nice, caring and smart. I have to work really hard on the nice part. I mean, I can be nice but I’m only nice to the people I want to be nice to. But I can work on that, hey!! Ive got the rest of my life to work on that. Ive decided I don’t want to be pretty. Pretty doesnt impress me, if I see a pretty well dressed and dumb girl it makes me laugh. You’re pretty? So what? There are billions more pretty people in this world, the fact that you were fortunate enough to have good genes doesnt make you special. Being pretty is not anything to be proud of, well maybe if you did go and get surgery or botox. But its different to being smart, after this year Ive realised that no one is naturally smart. Even if you are more gifted than others you still have to put in the effort. The fact that you can have the perseverance by getting your lazy ass off the couch and taking that text book out and study, thats something to be proud of. But smart nerds who thinks that no else is smart makes me sick. Like the ohhh I must be a doctor otherwise Ill die type. They make me want to puke. Especially those who get jealous at people who get awards and say not so nice things, not that Im naming any names *cough cough*. Well it’s not like she would read this, she’s probably studying this very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5594/856/1600/102979/IMG_0243.JPGedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5594/856/200/995815/IMG_0243.JPGedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ive just realised that Im starting to bitch in my very own blogg. Errr, yes I am a bitch. That I need to work on. Ahahaha. And what else happened this year? Well Ive learnt to love and to cherish the things that I have in life. I feel like God has given me this so wonderful, almost perfect life but I have given nothing in return. Im at a phase right now where I can tell my mother everything. Well nearly almost everything, I would say 99%. Before I used to be like EWWW!!! Not telling her anything. But Ive changed that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my dear mother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who laughs at the weirdest things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perspective and it has been very rewarding. The thing that I like about my mother is that she doesnt procrastinate and worry. She doesnt talk about my problems consistently, instead she treats it as something simple, light, almost non-problematic. The thing with me is, and most my friends would agree. Is that I tend to over worry and get paranoid with little things. Its always the little simple problems that I dread. You can blame it on my star sign, us Virgos have attention to detail and we are perfectionists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I have learned is love. Well not totally, but Ive had my first taste of it. Before I use to laugh at those people who do silly things for their loved ones or when they are like ..I miss you so much, I cant live without you... I would think FREAK, love is gay, love is stupid... those people are stupid. But this year Ive found out that Im wrong, very wrong. Love made me do silly things. Really silly things. But I dont regret anything that ive done, its a part of growing up. You make mistakes and you learn from them. I always thought that being rejected would suck, but it doesnt, well not as much as I thought it would be. I dont know if I have a larger self-esteem than the average person but it hasn't made me feel worthless or unwanted. Its made me more whole, the fact that someone for the first time in my life didnt say yes made me more human. Im used to everything being given to me for once it hasnt...that in itself is something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think ive written enough, I dont quite know what you have to write in your blog, i think youre meant to write what youve done. But instead I'm pouring my thoughts ahahahaha. So the bottom line is 2006 has been great, definately an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;::Kei::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-116493490740876168?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116493490740876168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=116493490740876168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116493490740876168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116493490740876168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006.html' title='2006......'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37821973.post-116476563376250284</id><published>2006-11-29T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:23:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anti social life of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. This is probably my one hundreth blog, but my last one was made a few years ago and lots has happened in between. Reading back at my last blog makes me laugh, I mean i was only in year 9 but the stuff i wrote...hahahaha. So today I tried to sleep in having finished my exams yesterday Yipeee!! but i couldn't, waking up at 6.30am every morning for the last few years has totally stuffed up my body. Sleeping in is like a chore now. What else is a chore now?&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home doing nothing, being a total vego. I used to love staying in and doing nothing but it feels so empty now. I'm leaving for Jakarta in less than a week on the 5th of December. I hope I have a hell of a good time, cause im in need of a good time. All this year i barely went out, wasn't allowed. I feel like my social life is so dead right now. I'm just too busy or too tired to go out. I've barely caught up with my All Saints' friends, miss you guys so much, it seems like the good old times were so long ago. My homegurl's birthday was two days ago!! Happy 16th Birthday Jess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i felt like calculating my TER score even if i haven't begun TEE yet. I calculated the scores of my Semester 1 report and got a 91.35. Well its not bad, anything with a 9 in front is good. But i want a 97.00 and nothing less. Yes...damn is so freaking hard. I feel like i'm never gonna get it, because i'm so freaking lazy. I sometimes think that i don't deserve the marks i get, because i barely put any effort. I barely did no exam preparation for my last exam and I'm so dreading the marks i'm gonna get. I totally stuffed up Economics, didn't even do the graphs or tables. Human Biology was horrible i think i was gonna have a Cardiac Infarction thinking about the damn thing. What else was bad? well P&amp;L was suprisingly not as dreadful as i thought it would be. English was predictable and I hope i did well in Foundations and Accounting. Without those two subjects I think I will be the dumbest shit ever. So my goal for my exams is 70% average and no 50%. I don't think I'll be able to reach it, i certainly don't deserve it. But fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout exams and school now. I can dread it next year when I'm in year 12. So i've been watching the OC re-runs. It made me even feel worst about my social life, those kids go out every night and i don't even go out every weekend. I'm so glad that it's the holidays, I'm gonna spend BIG in the Jakarta and Singapore. I don't care that my dad is gonna kill me. I still have to buy a dress for my Grandad's party and a Ball dress. Well i can't wear the same dress twice can I?? Last weekend my dad became a church elder. So proud of you daddy!! Few years ago he was sleeping during church, well i guess he can't anymore cause he'll be sitting infront. He's been telling me all these problems and goss about the church, who knew that a church could have that much. Seriously even the church has a more unreal life than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna stop complaining about my damn social life. I'm not planning on having one next year. I don't mind just as long as I get that 97.00 TER. GRRR!! it seems so unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5594/856/320/51106/IMG_0097_2.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A very unrealistic picture of me, as my mum has pointed out, this doesn't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;::KEI::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37821973-116476563376250284?l=imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116476563376250284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37821973&amp;postID=116476563376250284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116476563376250284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37821973/posts/default/116476563376250284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsuchasillygirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/anti-social-life-of-mine.html' title='The anti social life of mine...'/><author><name>Kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827607706789592793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
