<?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-8499987857408120021</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:00:29.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>391; Threeninone's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>a little rambling about life, and designs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3271486665819901094</id><published>2008-01-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:01:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you're reading this</title><content type='html'>And I'm glad you are. Well, reflect and think what you've done to me lately, or maybe a few months ago. And you'll see why I have this so-called 'problem'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho everyone this blog is closing. When I get the new one up I shall tell it to you via MSN for those interested. Just don't link to that blog at all. I don't like peeping eyes. &amp;amp;btw, if you want me to update you then tag on my tagboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3271486665819901094?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3271486665819901094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3271486665819901094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3271486665819901094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3271486665819901094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-youre-reading-this.html' title='I know you&apos;re reading this'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6280079454099147178</id><published>2008-01-01T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:15:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog hours ago but I was lazy, and I had a fun shopping spree with my mom and my brother. Upon going out of Hua Ho, I think I saw Jarrod, I'm not sure though, but his head was turned to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that spoiled my first hour of New Year was the fireworks. It was so noisy, and I felt as if someone wanted to explode my roof off, (which is scary because I’m living in a room upstairs, and I don’t have my sister to cuddle with when I’m scared) plus I spent a few hours hunting for a Red Book in Maple (and later on getting 3 from fellow guild members) and then doing a Guild Party Quest in Maple for two hours which was fruitless and useless. Plus the temporary guy was pissing me off. I hit the pink stones to get the earrings and then HE TOOK IT FROM ME, CAUSING ME TO COME IN LAST. LIKE WTF?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came home, I found out that someone was stupid enough to open the window and thus causing a very very pretty glass stained photo frame to shatter into so many pieces, and not tell me about it. Stop pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to wake up at 8.30 am, but then I forgot to set my alarm clock, so I woke up at 10.41 instead.I cooked lunch today, the fish fillets and the scrambled eggs. I'm glad they all enjoyed the meal, and finished every single scrap. So I'm glad. I can sure be a cook if I can't get a job in future :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 2008 everyone! I know I started my 2008 kinda crappy, but then I wish everyone's having a blast! (especially those who went to the party). I wish I could come, but I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6280079454099147178?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6280079454099147178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6280079454099147178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6280079454099147178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6280079454099147178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3487364971634957803</id><published>2007-12-29T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:55:49.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I seriously have nothing to blog about now. In short I ahd a great time at my nephew's first year old party, and I carried him until my right hand hurts real bad now. But it's worth it. I love this kid :) I see him as a potential footballer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, since I'm drowning myself in music, I shall type out my playlist (yes I am BORED). The one in italic is my current song &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drowning - Backstreet Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Words - Boyzone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Matter What - Boyzone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bubbly - Colbie Caillat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If You're Not The One - Daniel Beddingfield&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Save a Life - The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You - Glenn Medeiros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You And Me - Lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile - Lily Allen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At The Beginning - Richard Marx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Tomorrow Never Comes - Ronan Keating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's My Goal - Shayne West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Promises - Shayne West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand By Me - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All My Life - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're Not Alone - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What About Me - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back at One - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone to Love - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something Worth Living For - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Better Man - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next to Me - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over the Rainbow - Shayne West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sen no Yoru wo Koete - Aqua Timez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alones - Aqua Timez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful World - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boku wa Kuma - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakura Drops - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep River - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hikari - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flavor of Life (Ballad Version) - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Final Distance - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Love - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qian Li Zhi Wai - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ye Qu (Nocturne) - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zi You - Hwang Si Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yue Liang Wan - Hwang Si Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xin Tian Tang - Hwang Si Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wen Qing - Hwang Si Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Song Xing - Wang Li You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wo Wen Tian - Wang Li You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nan Ren Qing Nu Ren Xin - Tsai Xiao Hu &amp;amp; Long Qiann Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ai Le Bu Hou Hui - Gao Xiang Peng &amp;amp; Long Qiann Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jian Chi -  Wang Li You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yi Nan Wang - Tsai Xiao Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xue Zhong Hua - Wang Shi Xian &amp;amp; Sun Su Mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wu Ren Lai Zuo Ban - Lin San&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chia Li Mai Go Ka - Hwang Yi Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jia Hou - Jiang Hui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; My music list is a mess, isn't it? I've got English, Chinese, Hokkien and Japanese songs at the same time. So, what's your favourite song? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3487364971634957803?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3487364971634957803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3487364971634957803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3487364971634957803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3487364971634957803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-206647417002172682</id><published>2007-12-28T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:02:49.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I blogged</title><content type='html'>Again another complaint from a regular blog reader. Well I'll update it, fineeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my day walking around in the Mall with Tarap, and Ika, most of the time. Tarap took an annoying 8 trips to the toilet, and some within 10 minute intervals. Riiight. I'm going to force you to wear pampers next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Alvin and the Chipmunks. Like Jac said, it's gey and theres a lot of singing. But the Chipmunk voices are cute. Apparently I told Ika that I'd be smiling from ear to ear after the show -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I went to KFC with Ika. We spent a total of $15. Then to the Ego, where Ika insisted to buy me a necklace which costs her $9.90 -_-' (guilt). Then it was movie time. I gave up on waiting for Izzah and Iccha, plus my luggage aka Tarap was getting very impatient s I decided to just buy the tickets and rush to the movie. So much for planning -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Swensons where we all ate Double Scoop Ice Creams. Ika had to go so I brought her down and waited with her until her parents came. And then I met up with Iccha and Izzah in KFC., telling them of my whereabouts. Then I moved to Swensons to collect my brother, who then needed to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dating with Rory (aka Izzah) daddy came and brought us home. And we at Koi Jiu Mee Sua with egg at home HEHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm level 32 in Maple already which is good, because I'm not the lowest level there (soon). I can't wait to be level 39. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening and I'm not anticipating it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-206647417002172682?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/206647417002172682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=206647417002172682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/206647417002172682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/206647417002172682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-blogged.html' title='And I blogged'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-1831530128130338598</id><published>2007-12-25T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:44:49.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all~</title><content type='html'>My Christmas begun at 12.00 sharp, with my first greeting to Jac, who told me that it was one minute to Christmas. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my Christmas was an undoubtedly good one from the start. I spent my time chatting, and also doing some telephone directory cover with the aid of my friend Jac, who kept giving me great ideas and for looking at the results of my whacky brainstorming. You deserve your popcorn later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Hau, who was online when I was just starting the cover, thank you for your suggestions as well, although I don't think I've used much. Have a Merry Christmas in UK :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've finished one of two tasks already and all I've left is the blog contest. And then next year will soon begin in another 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I'm going to the mall to watch I am Legend. I hope I don't scream. I wanted to drag my brother along, but he's not interested. Poosh. I'll bring you on Thursday boy, to hopefully, see Alvin and the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was mapling and we were having fun with humans. I got freaked out, because the humans dealed so much damage. Luckily the lovely members of InSynC are always there to watch my back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret eating Hello Pandas because now I've a horrible rash. And I hate my rash, it won't disappear in a short time, it lasts for ages. And school's reopening! I can't believe that the much dreaded time is coming so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hau dearest, on Friday is Nabil's 1st Birthday celebration, but he is born on 29th. I'll eat your share of food at Dynasty, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when you're bored, click this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://piggieland.myminicity.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~* End transmission ;) *~*~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-1831530128130338598?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/1831530128130338598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=1831530128130338598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1831530128130338598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1831530128130338598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all~'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-2403918684105471821</id><published>2007-12-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:46:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update, cos Jac asked me to</title><content type='html'>I've been abandoning my blog for various reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation was fun, and since that day I slept late at night and woke up late as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been online chatting about crazy stuffs with crazy people&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Jac  about girls with super tight clothes as well as his question of whether a girl would like him. Duh, if girls like retards or gey boys like you, I'm sure you have someone :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Barry about my state of boredom. Usually ignored at the end though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a group conversation with Jac and Barry about Maple which usually leaves me blank or just putting &lt;strong&gt;O_O"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been annoying a particular friend's brother who loves to tease me so I complain that I'm bored and talk crap most of the time with him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been mapling just too much&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've annoyed Barry to the extent that he decided to ks me in maple. But he dced or just went out soonafter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went around Maple with Jac to see those monster people but ended up screaming with fear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I teased people in Maple with my ever so annoying nature which made someone in the guild think I'm a boy O_O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been procrastinating&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm supposed to design a cover but I'm completely out of ideas. Maybe I'll drop out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My blog competition progress is really slow. I haven't got my butt moving to do the design.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm supposed to research for BGIC but I haven't bothered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am reading a page a day of The Harsh Cry of the Heron.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been cleaning my room. Not quite finished since I on'y tackled the dressing table. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been playing with my brother. We ran about in my mom's bedroom taking toys and ticking each other. Plus he came into my room to annoy me while I cleaned it. Hau we're really getting along well =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tanyuan festival was *looks at the time* two days ago. I woke up at 5 am to do the tanyuans. Blekk, I felt so sleepy after that. To top it off, the remainder was already burnt thanks to the maid. Hau it tasted so gross!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all for now. I hope you're satisfied Jac. I talked about the **** like I suggested I would and I posted something rather than nothing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-2403918684105471821?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/2403918684105471821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=2403918684105471821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/2403918684105471821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/2403918684105471821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-cos-jac-asked-me-to.html' title='An update, cos Jac asked me to'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-5352051806458331232</id><published>2007-12-22T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:32:03.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations are fun</title><content type='html'>My vacation was great! Aside from the horrible traffic jam at the border. Tsktsk. We expected no one to go for holidays today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get out of the house by 6, but we all woke up late. Well I didn’t but I fell back asleep immediately after turning off my alarm clock. We ended up leaving the house at 6.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove on and on in the car for a long time! About an hour and a half later, we were in KB. I pointed to my parents where the forests I surveyed were located. They had their own story about the place too O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has this bad habit of needing the toilet every now and then so we had to stop by Soon Lee in Seria. My brother punched me because I teased him (and it hurt :cry:) And then we went back in the car and my brother decided to take a 20 minute nap. Awww, cute XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on our journey to Miri. As per usual, on the two bridges, the kiddies at the back (namely my brother and I) would produce sounds of oohs and ahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Miri at last at around 9.03 (because I took a notebook to list down today’s events :D)  We went to Boulevard near Mega Hotel to eat breakfast at Sugar Bun. I can’t remember how much we spent but we felt full  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then bought shoes at Lea. I really hate buying shoes, because normally my size isn’t easy to find. So I ended up buying only a pair of shoes (and it’s high heels too!) while my mom bought three. I wish I had smaller feet  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Bintang Plaza. We got lost because we couldn’t find the road to the basement carpark since the area had renovations. And when we did, we couldn’t find any parking spots. Two car owners were being a total arse by occupying TWO slots instead of one. Selfish idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to the bookstore, but also a trip to the toilet because my brother felt the urgency to do so. My mom and I dropped off my brother at Popular Book Store with my dad, while we decided to go shopping for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that I spent about RM460 on clothes! I bought 5 tops at RM60 each, and a branded pair of pants from Italy costing RM160. It is the first time I spent this much, and also the first time I decided to follow the modern trend by wearing very fashionable clothes, all made in Korea and Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the bookstore after that and I searched high and low for Nicholas Sparks’ books. Unfortunately, the ones available were in crap condition so I decided to buy other books. I ended up buying only two books, namely The Harsh Cry of the Heron by Lian Hearn and also For One More Day by Mitch Albom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to buy shoes, since I needed them for school, and I needed a pair of running shoes since mine was all worn out. My feet were killing me because I wore the wrong pair of slippers (boo me :() and so I bought a cheap pair which is really comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then like usual we went to eat  It was already 3pm, and we haven’t eaten lunch  We ordered the clay pots from Sugarbun and also some BBQ Wings from Pizza Hut. And then we went shopping at Guardian to buy some supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Boulevard and bought more clothes. I bought two pairs of running pants, only realizing that I took the wrong one when I paid at the counter. I took a RM59.90 one instead of the RM29.90 one. But luckily the RM59.90 one was really nice and could fit those tops I bought earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to attack Nelson’s Ice Cream! I ate a double scoop ice-cream (Vanilla &amp; Yam) as well as a cup of sweet corn  It was delicious! I really love ice-cream  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on our way out of Miri, we lost our way  It wasn’t my fault, I remembered the road clearly, but my dad insisted that we follow his instincts. So we wasted about half an hour turning around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept on our return journey and only woke up when my parents reached a restaurant to order our dinner. Mmm~ my favourite food, Fu yong dan fan. It’s actually rice with soya sauce and scrambled eggs (with meat, vegetables and everything else delicious inside!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing maple a while earlier, because I felt bored. Plus because I slept on the return journey, I feel so fresh and awake :P  And I don’t intend to finish reading my book just yet! I need to last these books until February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-5352051806458331232?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/5352051806458331232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=5352051806458331232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5352051806458331232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5352051806458331232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/vacations-are-fun.html' title='Vacations are fun'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8799755843877616080</id><published>2007-12-17T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:43:56.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The glories of being tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rory&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiley&lt;/span&gt; have both tagged me, and thats by magic and sheer coincidence I tell you! I've been procrastinating for a few days and dealing with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some issues&lt;/span&gt; just now with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rory&lt;/span&gt;. Later on today I'll be on a date with the two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bui&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tagging rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Interesting facts about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll do this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. Brb. Lunch, nah changed my mind. I'm already full. WHAT?!! Mummy's baking?!! I'm ON!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttered Nestum Prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mummy, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT?!!!! -_-" you must be blind!&lt;br /&gt;7. NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. GET IT AWAY FROM ME &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciphering everything from code to proper English in proper sentences.&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastination is what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;2. I eat a lot, get tempted a lot but still eats although I promised to stay slimmer. Ptuii.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can cook and I love to cook too! Plus my cooking is delicious. And no Jac, you can't have them unless I get $300. NYEHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;4. I spend too much money but I still love to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; otherwise known as hanging out or being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;POKLEN&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;5. I am the most manja girl in my level, I believe. I still enjoy hugs, family times and bonding times. I still prefer shopping with mommy rather than with friends O=)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People can't change my mind. I'm not pretty darn it. Just keep your ideas to your head and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stop stalking me&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like to clean up my room or file papers. In school I look like a neat freak but you're been deluded.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate strawberries, berries, cheese, milk, etc. Put them near me and I'd scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone who reads this. Leave me a note when you've done this. HAU DO IT IN YOUR BLOG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8799755843877616080?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8799755843877616080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8799755843877616080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8799755843877616080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8799755843877616080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/glories-of-being-tagged.html' title='The glories of being tagged'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3961792997646277790</id><published>2007-12-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:07:07.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over at last</title><content type='html'>PRYNSA BOOKLET COMPLETE AT LAST! Our finishing touches were done in Teacher Norchua's house, and that's why I am grateful she's my biology teacher who won't drop &lt;del&gt;4H&lt;/del&gt; 5H (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry is to my beloved PRYNSA teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Captain Izzah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hot babe ;D I love love love you for coming over to my house for that *AHEM* we had. Thank you for staying up late with me and completing those dreaded reports. And thank you for lending me your ears when I needed to rant about those &lt;b&gt;creepy stalkers&lt;/b&gt;. Thank you for also rocking my boat ;D I was amazed at how super duper close we were after the presentation HAHA xD Nonetheless, I love you babe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Asst-Captain Annabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything =D Your whacky dream (laughs maniacally) as well as your amazing tolerance level surprised me. With PRYNSA, our nearly destroyed friendship is a wee bit improved =) Thank you Annabelle for being super helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hazwani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my model -_-" but I was disappointed (like Izzah) that you didn't turn up on the last day to complete the written report and work with us like a team. Anyways, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Malcolm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;roast pig&lt;/span&gt; for calling me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt; throughout the whole working process. Thank you for being so calm even though I snapped. Thank you for poking me when I poked you back. Thank you for chasing after me with those disgusting cheesy hands of yours after the meal. Thanks again for helping Izzah ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a &lt;del&gt;total gay&lt;/del&gt; stressed out person during PRYNSA while complaining that we weren't on neutral grounds. Thank you for tolerating my insults. Thank you again for writing a &lt;del&gt;crap&lt;/del&gt; superb discussion whereby Ms Lee gave us a classroom scenario. Like my hot babe mentioned, don't stress yourself out. You're going to lose more hair and start balding at a young age at that rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hafizuddin aka Vulture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizz! You amazing vulture with a black hole stomach! I have never met one with an appetite as huge as yours, who still managed to stay amazingly thin like a stick. You are one amazing dude! Cutting the double sided tape with you is fun =D And although kinda late, thanks for being my eXplomaths partner in Primary 5 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Faruq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for providing laughter with your burps =X It was hilarious! Thank you for letting me demonstrate my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I kick higher than your head&lt;/span&gt; kick which caused me to fall down because I forgot I wore slippery slippers. Thank you for also helping with the sticking of the double sided tape. Your complaints on how bad I made it will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your giraffe loving attitude rocks XD The sudden change in moods as we browsed phone themes was splendid! Thank you for sending me home countless times, through rain and shine, dark and light. Thank you for your patience with us, and your superbness in guiding us with the report. Like I said, that's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you teacher&lt;/span&gt; ;D Thanks for the delicious meals as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sir Zainal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there at the beginning. It would've helped more if you did help us in the end. Get well soon sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PRYSA 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you for making me sleep deprived, stressed, insane, etc! I hope our team can get more than $500 at the end of this =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etcetera people!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Teacher Robina for coming to our aid when the printer died. Unfortunately we can't save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Norchua for providing the printer at her house! And to her son who helped us with the printer occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents for providing the nourishing breakfasts as well as the time to bring me around. Thank you as well for providing me the internet connection and the hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chien Hau; for giving me a chance to sing with her for 3 hours while I did the written report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac; for being crazy while lightening my damp spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else who were concerned and helped in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFFICIAL HOLIDAY AT LAST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3961792997646277790?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3961792997646277790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3961792997646277790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3961792997646277790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3961792997646277790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-at-last.html' title='Over at last'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7259246194609678199</id><published>2007-12-12T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:42:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot</title><content type='html'>I officially dumped my bestfriend already, via sms of course. Serves him right for being bitchy to Ika. Anyways &lt;del&gt;today&lt;/del&gt; yesterday is a good day and a bad one too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, LATE. Subok was flooded last night because it rained. My room nearly flooded too, because the rain was seeping in through the windows. Luckily it was daddy to the rescue. Unfortunately, while trying to save my room from floods, I knocked downmy guitar, and so destroyed the tuning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, today my maid rearranged my room and my guitar's lost ALL the tuning. She placed its tuning against a table, and it fell, just darn great =( no guitar for me until I can borrow Syidah's tuner again ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, in school we finished the report! Well, kinda... Somehow we all still need to proofread. For the past few days, I've been sent home by Ms. Lee. And today was fun - we went to collect the photos. Apparently, someone my dad knew, is actually Sir Kifri's brother. ooo. does that mean I'm related to him too? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we ate Jolibee! The total cost for all of us is $44.70. I ordered Chicken Joy one. Me and Ms. Lee swapped the chicken pieces from others' Chicken Joy. I took all the breasts, while she took the drumsticks. Ooops, did I just reveal that? O=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ordered Ice-cream! Unfortunately, it melted -_- so I made it into a drink and Ms Lee and Ms. Lin were disgusted O_O Ahh, which reminds me, I'm hungry *grabs the custards that I was supposed to eat hours ago, but I fell asleep so I didn't eat them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr. Insurance Guy was there talking about the insurance policies to Ms. Lee while annoying us. Riight. I acted evil today to that guy. Apparently he's a DJ for 95.9. And that he was the emcee for the finals of PRYNSA 9. No wonder he looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so drained, but all my chat buddies appear online after the previous one has just gone offline, so that means, if it continues on, I won't sleep again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7259246194609678199?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7259246194609678199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7259246194609678199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7259246194609678199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7259246194609678199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/woot.html' title='Woot'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-4522234080213459973</id><published>2007-12-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:44:03.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa.</title><content type='html'>My last post had a list of epiphytes. Now I invite you to click this link, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=poikilospermum+sp"&gt;which is a search engine query for Poikilospermum sp&lt;/a&gt;. I'm the 6th result shown. OMG, I pity the researchers because they're going to read about my life and not the epiphyte. tsktsk. &lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Izzah for finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really intend to blog, but Jac always complains when I don't, right? Well Jac, I have not much to blog about, apart from today's boring incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, did prynsa, yeah, the common thing I do each day during this oh so lovely holidays, where I've been sleep deprived. I have not slept since 12 pm yesterday, which makes this my 34th hour of being awake without caffeine, chocolates, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surviving on projects, and it's not healthy for me. Apparently, your idea of taking pills is stupid, Jac, mainly because pills aren't suitable for hotties like me *pukes excessively*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lee treated us to Ideal. I bought the usual; Value Meal Two - Chicken and Fries with coke. AH! COKE IS CAFFEINE! Somehow the drink tasted like Ridsect to me, but I finished it anyways because I don't like to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz, who has a black hole tummy, kept eating and eating non stop, but he's so thin. According to Ms. Lee, he is a vulture waiting to eat Izzah's cheesy balls (?). I said that his sharp nose is his talons. Ohhhkay. RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bad mood all day because I was sleep deprived. I screamed at Malcolm several times, even though I wouldn't, but lack of sleep causes bad moods. I was nodding off when I did my work, because I wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, when I reached home and could sleep, I was too frightened of the loud thunder and the rain seeping through my windows to even sleep, thus continuing my prynsa workload. *sighs deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, post over. And to Jac, enjoy your trip to Malaysia. You lucky kid for having internet access in your hotel (was it fruity hotel? O_O?!! ) and for bringing a laptop over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like a typical MP reading announcements which have come to an end) End of post thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-4522234080213459973?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/4522234080213459973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=4522234080213459973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4522234080213459973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4522234080213459973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoa.html' title='Whoa.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8881474227394164836</id><published>2007-12-09T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:17:58.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not into drugs or anything. Well, I'm addicted to songs played by the Erhu. I finally downloaded all the songs I wanted. Well, the other day, I asked Jac if he had any songs with the Erhu and he was totally blank what it was, until I described it. I'm sure you readers are also blank and at a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="width: 36px; height: 112px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Erhu.png" align="right" /&gt;The erhu (Chinese: 二胡; pinyin: èrhú), also called nanhu (南胡, literally "southern fiddle"), and sometimes known in the West as the "Chinese violin" or "Chinese two-string fiddle," is a two-stringed bowed musical instrument, used as a solo instrument as well as in small ensembles and large orchestras. It is the most popular instrument in the huqin (胡琴) family of Chinese bowed string instruments, together with the zhonghu (中胡), gaohu (高胡), banhu (板胡), jinghu (京胡), sihu (四胡), and numerous others.&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erhu"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; and no, I don't plagiarize, right Zah? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ohhkay I'm in my I love Ancient Chinese musical instruments mood again. Updates for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, and we nearly died =D Luckily our &lt;i&gt;you-must-finish-or-else&lt;/i&gt; deadline was extended to Monday. I've done my part but I need Zah to confirm some stuffs with me before I can finalize what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me spam my blog with epiphyte genera and their family that we found during our fieldwork =D And btw, an epiphyte is an organism that grows upon or attached to a living plant. Epiphytic organisms usually derive only physical support and not nutrition from their host, though they may sometimes damage the host (semi-parasitic ones). Epiphytic plants use photosynthesis for energy and (where non-aquatic) obtain moisture from the air or from dampness (rain and cloud moisture) on the surface of their hosts. Roots may develop primarily for attachment, and specialized structures (for example, cups and scales) may be used to collect or hold moisture. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/epiphyte"&gt;Wikipedia (source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Acriopsis sp.Orchidaceae, Amydrium sp.Araceae, Asplenium nidusAspleniaceae, Asplenium sp.Aspleniaceae, Bulbophyllum sp.Orchidaceae, Claderia sp.Orchidaceae, Coelogyne sp.Orchidaceae, Colocasia sp.Araceae, Dendrobium sp.Orchidaceae, Eria sp.Orchidaceae, Hoya sp.Asclepiadaceae, Humata sp.Davalliaceae, Lygodium sp.Schizaeaceae, Phalanopses sp.Orchidaceae, Platycerium sp.Polypodiaceae, Poikilospermum sp.Cecropiaceae, Psychotria sp.Rubiaceae, Pyrrosia sp.Polypodiaceae, Rhaphidophora sp.Araceae, Scleroglossum sp.Grammitidaceae, Stenochlaena sp.Blechnaceae, Taeniophyllum sp.Orchidaceae, Thrixspermum sp.Orchidaceae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, random post over. Hahah this whole blog has gone random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8881474227394164836?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8881474227394164836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8881474227394164836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8881474227394164836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8881474227394164836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-2544919172969389482</id><published>2007-12-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:03:59.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When hot babes are locked in a room.</title><content type='html'>Well, I know I'm not a hot babe or anything, but it's what Izzah and I call each other. We ended up having a photo frenzy xP To all the people reading this entry, please note that we are not lesbians in any way, but we are here for entertainment's sake, and that the photos are of our twins xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First when Izzah came over, we decided, why not mirror images?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2093637812_f5bd1d634a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2092859065_0db9171e89_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a picnic, with Tiger Biscuits, Cloud Nine, 100Plus and Water. Our party was interrupted by an army of ants, in which I ambushed ruthlessly. We picnicked on the floor btw ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to being vain. In a warped way. We were pouting (imagines Jac actually pouting) and we decided, "Hey, why not pout at each other simultaneously?" So our results of pouting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/2093639310_301a983265_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2092863613_cd0069f717_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2092874825_ec5702b3fa_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other vain shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2092876227_c164f3b7b7_m.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2183/2092873433_7be32d3cfc_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2040/2092871945_84fecc3bdd_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/2092870177_07d7de2e59_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2092868631_e976a17d37_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2414/2092867223_5c7b00b534_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2030/2093642668_45957dd62e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'd face Ms. Lee. And to Zaaaayyyy who's reading this, YOU CANT HAVE 'EM HAHAHHAA xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-2544919172969389482?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/2544919172969389482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=2544919172969389482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/2544919172969389482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/2544919172969389482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-hot-babes-are-locked-in-room.html' title='When hot babes are locked in a room.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2093637812_f5bd1d634a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-358688337301786459</id><published>2007-12-05T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:07:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of my grandmother</title><content type='html'>Today is my paternal grandmother's death anniversary in the Chinese calendar so I went to my 2nd Uncle's house to 拜拜. Today I experienced something different from the usual ceremonies, instead of 拜拜ing, giving offerings and then eating, we 拜拜ed and then 念经. I noticed that my pronunciation has gone rusty. I spoke like an 红毛人, and no longer like a 华人. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we 念经 we had to kneel down and 拜拜. It was new to me. According to my aunt, she said that each time my grandparents/great grandparents have their death anniversary, when we 念经 they actually get better blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I spent my time drawing this morning at 2 am with YP. And I continued drawing even more. I did everything in Macromedia Fireworks, because Ika has my PhotoShop CD&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/2088101579_9869d2980a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/2088101307_83651747d2_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2088102167_6336ac526b_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-358688337301786459?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/358688337301786459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=358688337301786459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/358688337301786459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/358688337301786459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-loving-memory-of-my-grandmother.html' title='In loving memory of my grandmother'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/2088101579_9869d2980a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3917066992264545609</id><published>2007-12-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:42:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I dumped my bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>A bestfriend is someone you confide to, and is there when you need him/her. I feel that there is no longer a need for me to have a certain boy as my best friend, or even just as a plain friend. Let's call him Traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first thought I knew him a lot because we both talked a lot, shared bits and pieces of information with each other all the time, both online and offline. One day, his actions had changed, and suddenly I realized, &lt;i&gt;Do I even know who he is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that Traitor and I fought, it was the day that he and his oh so beloved girlfriend got together. The fight wouldn't have gotten that serious, but then he called me such horrible names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him a bitch, to see if he still tolerated me, and I wanted to thank him for being there for me even when I annoyed him. But his response was totally warped, and it was when I first realized, I really didn't know him after all. These are the exact words he said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you know, cy’s freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and freaking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;a bitch. a bimbo. of the worse kind&lt;br /&gt;a stupid whore of a mother fucker&lt;br /&gt;a cheap prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;a damn stupid idiotic bitch!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, right? Hearing your best friend call you all that. It made me cry. My best friend who I believe would've tolerated everything I've done, suddenly snapped because I called him names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, we were alright, until Traitor's obsession on his girlfriend grew massively. He rarely talked to me, and didn't even care anymore. All he did was snuggle and cuddle with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most he talked to me about was about his girlfriend, and what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up. I can't call him a best friend, and even more I can't call him a friend. Plus he hurt someone dear to me. I had to go straight and direct. I told him, when he was away, sleeping, via msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when he hurt my closest buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if ur going to be a bitch to someone who means a lot to me, it means the end our friendship. if we even had any&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was when I completely gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kid, when u read this, well, forgive me. i cant bear it that a lot of things have happened lately, and u kinda disappointed me. i don't know how to explain it buti just cant think everything over at all. it's impossible for me now. Ive tried everything. but its failed. i just don't know how to tell it to you. despite whatsoever, thank you for these few months for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've dumped my best friend. I feel half relieved, half unsure. Maybe this is for the better. The pain of knowing someone you care about most who starts treating you like crap is worse than the pain of dumping a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, emo post over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3917066992264545609?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3917066992264545609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3917066992264545609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3917066992264545609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3917066992264545609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-dumped-my-bestfriend.html' title='Why I dumped my bestfriend.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8245725150492556989</id><published>2007-12-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:11:41.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I edited the entry time but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; font-size: 75px;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YENGPENG AKA PANDA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8245725150492556989?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8245725150492556989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8245725150492556989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8245725150492556989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8245725150492556989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8789374943321729397</id><published>2007-12-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:04:16.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>It's nearly 12, I haven't mapled since 4am, and I feel the urge to do something, so I've decided to update this blog. Plus Jac asked me to, since I think he's bored and he needs to read something from his ever so wonderful friend, me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to school to do PRYNSA. And it's holiday time. yeesh. We spent our three hours in the biology lab, and apparently NC will still be my teacher next year. Which is good, because even though she's strict, she rocks 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've written a brief paragraph for me to be included in the PRYNSA booklet. The text in italics are for fun to make my friend Izzah F. laugh as she reads this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Overjoyed was what I first felt when I knew that I was selected for PRYNSA. I knew that this was the opportunity to go deep into the local forests to study about what lies hidden in the Kingdom of Unexpected Treasures. The best part of PRYNSA was the field trips. At first, the thought of field trips made me grimace. I expected creepy crawlies, snakes, and all other species of animals that I used to be afraid of. PRYNSA changed my views about the forest. I would like to thank everyone, especially my cooperative teammates, for making my PRYNSA adventure a great and wonderful one, which enhanced my learning, knowledge and experience in the jungle. &lt;i&gt;AND ALSO TO MY HOT HUSBAND, THE CHIEF JUDGE FOR SAYING THAT I LOOK PRETTY IN A TUDONG FOR A CHINESE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poked/slapped Malcolm today for stealing my vanilla Twister. I gave the others willingly. Teased Annabelle about &lt;i&gt;her husband&lt;/i&gt; and laughed with Izzah about it later on MSN. Ms. Lee didn't giveus that much of a trashing, but we have to complete everything by Thursday. Fortunately, we have her, because the other one seems to have just completely disappeared from our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I'm already a huntress in maple. Thanks to Kah Boon and Jac's training at 2am in the morning. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8789374943321729397?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8789374943321729397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8789374943321729397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8789374943321729397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8789374943321729397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-146830307400100025</id><published>2007-11-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:27:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Mall I go</title><content type='html'>I went to the mall a few hours ago. It's midnight now. I shall try to recall events as they occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.20 pm: dilemma solved by zah suggesting clothing tips. Hehs, we virgos need style. HAHAHA. Sorry zah, I don't have denim. Worse part still, my pants were an inch and a half huger than my waist. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.38 pm: went out of the house. on our road out, mom n I spotted dad's car coming home. We decided to turn back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.41 pm: Got chased out of the front seat and moved to the passengers seat because dad and mom were both bringing me to the Mall. Decided to ask Teen where to go, but ended up realizing that her number is in the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; phone. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00 pm onwards: Went about asking what the heck Lee Teen's number was via MSN. turns out she had received my messages from MSN and miss-called me. At that time i was inthe toilet adjusting my oh so big pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Lee Teen and her 'gang'. Jac and Kevin C were there already with her. Soon Shu En and Shi Ning came. And so we went off to find Jarrod, since the boys went ahead we gals talked. And Jarrod came but there was no sign of Jac and Kevin C. They turned up later. And then in came de Zhen, the d00d who calls me &lt;i&gt;fugly&lt;/i&gt; because I sleep at 7am in the morning. Doosh. I punched him, but not hard enough. There were too many onlookers =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Best Eastern. I think I saw someone pick up a book (and seemed interested in it) with a review saying it was filled with mystery, &lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt;, etc etc. I wonder who. *points at Jarrod* He didn't buy the book in the end though =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Teen to buy tickets. Paid for Kevin G's share because he wasn't there yet. Then we went down and met the others in Best Eastern. Teased Shi Ning and Jarrod cos they're both Boss and both wore red LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin soon came and luckily I wore pink, not my blue Reebok shirt that I love. His shirt pattern and mine were too similar lol. I think it was at this time that Felix came. Then we all went to the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lanjaed Teen a $5 plate of Rice with Buttered Nestum Chicken. I ate the same thing. It was to show off to Jac because he likes butter Nestum food. Ended up unsuccesful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat, but gey de Zhen decided to talk bad about me, in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh, and before I could finish eating all my rice, I was already full and it was nearly time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yeng Peng =D She also wore red but had a pink jacket =p She was my partner of the night. whattheheck hahaha. We bought popcorn and went into the cinema to watch the movie, &lt;i&gt;Enchanted&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really interesting =D I really enjoyed it. I laughed loads too. And when the movie was over, we went out and went to the toilet. After washing our hands, we felt colder than ever, and so I put my hands into Lee Teen's pockets hahaha. I think it was Shu En's jacket though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the arcade. Shu En and Felix played a racing game. Felix won. And then after that Lee Teen and I played against Jac. It was a two on one game. Believing that Jac is pro, we played together and managed to score &lt;del&gt;100+&lt;/del&gt;121. Jac scored &lt;del&gt;70+&lt;/del&gt; 104 only haha in your face you pimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back at 9.50. Saw a lot of poklens with their bling bling. Eep. Walked hastily until I reached the main entrance. I couldn't see my car so I misscalled my mom. Apparently she was just so close to the entrance so yea, I just walked to the car after a van successfully reversed and went out. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and ate durian. Hahah I love durians! xD It was delicious and sweet. Took a  bath and then chatted with jac, uploaded photos to my friendster account, filled in my students particulars and blogged. Now I'm going to continue watching the Phantom of the Opera on Veoh.com TV ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, edit made with the slashed text because i made a mistake. thanks to jac for the correction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-146830307400100025?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/146830307400100025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=146830307400100025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/146830307400100025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/146830307400100025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-mall-i-go.html' title='To the Mall I go'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8950022178830645541</id><published>2007-11-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:55:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geekified.</title><content type='html'>Hau I'm updating =D No pictures though. I've got amateur photographers. DOOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I receive an award, it's always related to computer studies. I think I'm destined to be in the computer field, because all my awards come from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've received an award for being the best student in Computer Studies.It quite surprised me, because both Halim and I got the same marks, him being 0.5% more, but my marks were rounded off. I think they took into consideration that I've joined various activities, like Inforama and I've received a gold medal for obtaining high distinction in the Australian Computer Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, my CV file is full. There's no spare pages left forme to put in more certificates, and so I think I've to buy another file then. My trophy today is much more beautiful than the one that he top ten students from the whole form had, because my trophy looked like a trophy. Teirs looked like a food container we see each time when we go to visit houses during Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I saw a lot of egrets. In my family, we believe that egrets bring good luck, because of various &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; things which happened each time we saw them. I saw a whole flock of egrets today, maybe hundreds in that flock. And today I've got my report card back. I'm number ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such crappy results (to me) I couldn't believe I got number one. I expected two or three. I wanted to cry when I saw my report card. All my remarks were positive, and my biology teacher praised me, which was surprising because she has a very sharp tongue. This is her remark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She is such a pleasure to teach. She takes pride in completing all work and is conscientiou, intelligent and has admirable work ethics. Well done. Strive for a distinction at 'O' Level 2008.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was equally surprised. Since I'm at it I'll put most of the comments. Because one's in Malay language. &lt;i&gt;Malas ku type&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Her performance in all examinations throughout this year is excellent. She is very well-behaved. She is doing equally well in both theory and practical computer studies. She takes part in many co-curricular activities.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An excellent result. She has been consistent in her studies. A diligent student she is, I hope that she will excel further next year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chien Yee is a friendly and helpful student. She is also very organized and takes her studies very seriously. She makes sincere effort in doing her work. She is capable of scoring excellent marks in her O'level. Keep up the good work and aim for distinction in O'Level next year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chien Yee is a well behaved in class and participates actively in class discussions. She has done well at this exam, but there are still a lot of areas of concern. These include reflection, vectors and forces, static charges and domestic electricity. She should be doing the past years O-Level questions after revising each topic to gain experience in answering Cambridge type of questions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chien Yee has excellent writing skills which she constantly shows in her compositions. SHe will need to focus more onthe comprehension paper to achieve more balanced results next year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chien Yee has good foundation in Mathematics. She still has not performed her level best in examinations. Chien Yee seems to be involved in too many activities and loses her focus in Add. Maths. The slow down in doing her homework has some negative impact on her performance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just about it. No wonder people think I'm a nerd / geek / weirdo / talented / etc. It's not nice putting labels on my face just because I rock =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8950022178830645541?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8950022178830645541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8950022178830645541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8950022178830645541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8950022178830645541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/geekified.html' title='Geekified.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3153437812891973763</id><published>2007-11-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:00:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I remember those times in St. Andrew's where I made friends with a bunch of hyperactive boys who always play cara kaki and/or Pepsi cola during primary. These boys have been my best friends (but I'm not sure if they think me as one though) and will always be my best friend lol, even if we won't talk, because they've made me the tomboy I am today x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start of with JAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/998290760l.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="0" /&gt;This &lt;del&gt;gay&lt;/del&gt; guy who you can commonly see me annoying during Speech Day on Sunday has beenmy friend since young. It was him who taught me how to shade the teapot at the back of the classroom back in Primary 4G. He is also the one who introduced me to Maple, and he's also the one I always &lt;del&gt;cry&lt;/del&gt; complain to. Simply because he has his hyperactive cells that manage to turn my frown upside down. (: Best part of him is that he's a very sporty, 'polite' boy who came to my house during CNY to play with my brother's gang while leaving me alone T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARROD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/jarrod.jpg" alt="" align="left" border="0" /&gt;He looks nerd but he aint, trust me! He gets good grades, etc, but he's an all rounder! He's the soon-to-be Boss le! He's a great friend =D If I'm not mistaken, it was he who asked me if I wanted to play Cara Kaki. HAHHA kudos to you for that mate ;D All I remember most is the time you talked about Finding Nemo when I didn't watch it and it intrigued my curiosity to watch the show because all of you were talking about it =( and when I did I didn't regret it LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/brian.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="0" /&gt;He's the brain alright! He's smart, funny and he's a great pal =D He's a very very smart boy, very capable of doing anything. Don't think he's a nerd. He does study hard, but he plays games too! I think its Ragnarok Online, but then he's a really cool pal. As of today I'm still taller than he, but I'm sure he'd surpass me in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/857634816l.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Kevin here is actually the brother of my sister's friend. It was a pleasure meeting a friend like him, because he was smaller than I, yet more skilled in the game of cara kaki. He also plays maple, but I am more superior than he, as I have e-speed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSIAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/josias.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="0" /&gt;He's the kid who called so many girls Sexy Mama back in Primary Three, haha. He's really a mischevious kid at that time lol It was really fun last time, I recall screaming my head off when he called me that. But as we reached primary 4 or 5, we became buddies xD Oh, and his guitar skills are PRO. Really PRO. And his singing voice is lovely too! You get mesmerized by his singing and guitar skills at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/moses.jpg" alt="" align="left" border="0" /&gt;He's a really great pal with a passion for puppies XD I know he loves em! I love puppies too. Ahem. Now back to talking about him. He's hot according to some MS friends haha. He's a really cool dude ;D Plus he's a great friend with a big heart (: Well all of them here are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIDEON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/gideon.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="0" /&gt;I don't know what to say about this friend of mine. I remember pinching him and then he told my dad. HAHAHAH of course I denied, and I think I threatened him after that LOL. Gideon's a great pal, a really devoted person, as well as a great Basketball-er and guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="both" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon! I'm just glad my random blogging mood is back on track. I've more friends than this trust me, but at the moment, I'll just leave it like this and continue next time =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3153437812891973763?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3153437812891973763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3153437812891973763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3153437812891973763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3153437812891973763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7060890271951318874</id><published>2007-11-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:24:40.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm atm bored. Tomorrow I've got to do community service so yea, I won't be mapling all afternoon T_T I'm level 29, a level away to level 30, which is the second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda down lately, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-variant:italic;"&gt;I NEED SUGAR HIGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda reminds me, I owe Jac hello pandas and fererro rochers. and YP and Barry and Kuok maybe some hello pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Kuok used to be my classmate in PDS during kindergarten haha. I only recalled him as my dance partner during Kindergarten. It was for a performance, and I wore a blue dress hahaha. Good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some clothes in my cupboard today, one was an outfit I wore in Primary Two (?) when I was Ali Baba and also another for Primary 6 when I was a dancer for the Filipino Bamboo dance. Sadly I can't fit in them anymore =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but memories are worth keeping, depite how much grief or joy they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new philosophy now is, "Life has it's ups and downs, but never let it bring you down." Courtesy of my buddy, JAC =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hau, i miss youuuuuuuuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7060890271951318874?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7060890271951318874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7060890271951318874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7060890271951318874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7060890271951318874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3751277311776078756</id><published>2007-11-15T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:06:19.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSR IS OUT</title><content type='html'>It's official; PSR is out. You can download them &lt;a href="http://files-upload.com/files/620341/PSR%202007.rtf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you Halim for giving it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. my brother didn't get 5As. i.e. he cant get into MS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps, i'm not disappointed. I'm still proud of him nonetheless (: He's done his best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-3751277311776078756?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3751277311776078756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3751277311776078756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3751277311776078756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3751277311776078756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/psr-is-out.html' title='PSR IS OUT'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6754773117420590341</id><published>2007-11-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:38:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/10.gif" border="0" alt="IQ Test Score"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_idealist.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat you Halim ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I came to school super early. Prynsa members were supposed to meet at 8.30 and I mistakenly thought it was at 8. Doosh. Then I had a fun time until I found out my bio results. Doing. I've been geting 60++ for my sciences. Scholarship bye bye if that happens next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently babysitting my brother. I can't play maple tonight, because my computer has been reformatted. Hafiz's computer was really dreadfully infected with viruses until Annabelle thought that all her files were gone. Luckily I managed to retrieve them. Boo Hafiz, boo~! But Fiz, don't feel too bad, my dad taught me how to deal with my PC better. As I said, it's a blessing in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Maple is gone. I've reinstalled it, but now I need to download the patch. The stupid 100mb++ patch. So now I'm being deprived of my joy. And that is none other than gaming. Maple actually rids me of stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need to maple. I'm going to sleep early (provided my brother does so) and then wake up in the middle of the night to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6754773117420590341?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6754773117420590341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6754773117420590341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6754773117420590341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6754773117420590341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-37656821419356463</id><published>2007-11-13T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:20:28.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>Another green design. Bleaurgh. I really hafta get away from green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag me people! I know I've been quite dead here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-37656821419356463?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/37656821419356463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=37656821419356463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/37656821419356463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/37656821419356463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-4273912545017696300</id><published>2007-11-02T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:20:54.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil shoutout....</title><content type='html'>Hey there Ika babeh ;D This post if just for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people besides my darling Ika, click below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://ikster-1410.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8499987857408120021-4273912545017696300?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/4273912545017696300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=4273912545017696300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4273912545017696300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4273912545017696300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/11/lil-shoutout.html' title='A lil shoutout....'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7047522882558014141</id><published>2007-10-17T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:20:24.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Nafis *yikes*</title><content type='html'>This year, I've met a new comrade called Hanafi, who we believe is gay (no offense) for the fun of it. Well, I recall the day when I met his sister via Friendster and MSN, and then &lt;a href="http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-more-mark-and-wed-be-number-one.html"&gt;his cousin in RTB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was blessed with the opportunity to meet his parents at his house. *screams in horror* It was fun, but our parents did most of the talking, and somehow they mentioned Hanafi's cousin. The three of us, me, Nafi and Ika, giggled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there from 2 pm to 3.30 pm and I enjoyed myself. I gave Ika the toy I bought for her, plus a card that I made, and her mom gave me home-made biscuits *Mmmm~* It was... DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those miserable souls who suffers from non-active Hari Raya because of the public exams, I wish them good luck. To those who have exams and haven't started revising, I'd advise you to do so, because I haven't done so myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7047522882558014141?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7047522882558014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7047522882558014141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7047522882558014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7047522882558014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-nafis-yikes.html' title='Meet the Nafis *yikes*'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-33662592264054311</id><published>2007-10-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:08:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been killed...</title><content type='html'>...by the worst words spoken ever about me. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;The name suggestions for a nameless person are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yvonne Lim Yee Won HAHAH. A suggestion made by Kwang was simply hilarious, seeing that I've a friend named similarly :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another suggestion was Angel by Fatin, but then someone's taken that too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One suggested CY. But CY is such a sad name. Brings back sad memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I've spent my day rayaing and then cleaning up the house. I still haven't started on homework seeing that I've no mood for any, errr, stressing things. I reformatted my old computer and installed loadsa games plus Office XP for my mom to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better off at her room than gaining cobwebs in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hau: I'm so lazy to email you all the photos ive got lately. Can you just check them out at my flickr account? I'm emailing you the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-33662592264054311?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/33662592264054311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=33662592264054311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/33662592264054311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/33662592264054311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-killed.html' title='I&apos;ve been killed...'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7208856349655651699</id><published>2007-10-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:40:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Sorry for abandoning my blog for a while. I've had everything ready in a text file haha but I never bothered to post it until today after hours of boredom. Let's go in chronological order, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 8th: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter to Mr. Air-con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Air Conditioner,&lt;br /&gt;You have been in this house for over 8 years and you’ve been with me for only one year. Because you’ve decided to give me such a lousy remote to take care of you with, I have not been able to adjust your temperature of 16 degrees Celsius for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you decided to make me suffer the horrid heat by finally giving in to the ice you’ve got inside you. And I had to sweat profusely all day, and I couldn’t even sleep comfortably with the sounds you’ve made. I want to kick you out and get a new one (because the room I was previously in was a younger one, who never cried) and maybe that would be better. I just hope that daddy fixed you up properly, or else I’d smash you. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard enough that I have to climb the chair since that remote died (not because of the batteries, but because the inner circuit died) so giving me heat, in addition to the horrid heatwave that I feel, makes me mad because you’ve given me this equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Electrical Energy -&gt; Kinetic Energy -&gt; Heat + Sound Energy&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but it should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Electrical Energy -&gt; Kinetic Energy -&gt; Kinetic (moving COOL air) + (minimal) Sound Energy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Your  *deranged* owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends the randomness part of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow will be another day before holidays begin for Hari Raya and after that comes in exams. (Sarcastically) Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was late to class, because I had to arrange the auditorium. And the Queen instructed me and Lawrie (short form for Lawrence behind his back haha) to carry things for her, which was tons of containers of food from her car. It made me hungry too =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th October: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave in to Jac's request, which was to play Maple. There were a few reasons behind it, but most importantly, most of my friends over at St Andrew's play it like drugs (refers to Jac) others for leisure, and some just out of pure boredom (me). Another reason is that Lawrence doesn't want me to play it this month, because he wants competition for first place for the upcoming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now level 6 in Maple. Jac is level 100+ and he’s saying that I should be a hunter because it’s easy. Well, I’m trying my luck and it seems that I no longer fear those orange mushrooms. I killed more than ten already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main argument of why I didn't want to play Maple is that the monsters there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't it be cruel to see such a cute, squishy orange mushroom die? But ever since I leveled up and could get my revenge, I've targeted the mushrooms most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th October will be our annual Teachers Day / Hari Raya celebrations in school and &lt;em&gt;for once in the case that I'm involved we &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to wear &lt;strong&gt;uniforms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So much for the hopes of casual wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th October: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a dentist appointment today and the dreaded thing I feared most came true. My four upper incisors, have a “white spot” at the sides and that means that if they are not brushed properly, I may get cavities. Sigh T_T I want to have perfect teeth. And I'm haunted by dentist stories that Teacher tells us for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was babysitting my nephew, Nabil, today when his grandparents came to my home. He is so hyper I tell you. He jumped while I carried him, drooled all over me, and he grabbed my face. And I mean grabbed. Hahaha. But he’s still a baby and he’s cute so I forgive him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I went for dinner with Nabil's grandparents and I carried little Nabil around. Somehow, Nabil is fascinated with music, and things that give a rhythm. If I clap my hands, he will start giggling and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 9, and I continued to play Maple. I leveled up to about 8 or 9. At least that's an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 11: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saiunkoku Monogatari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched an episode of this anime this morning, and I got hooked to it. I love anything with an Ancient China setting so I've decided to watch every episode in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m up to episode 4, and I’ve got another 35 episodes to complete season 1 and then another 39 more for season 2. My conclusion? I won’t study this holidays ahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there’s a snake in my house today. EEP! My brother and I were forced to retreat upstairs while my mom and my stupid domestic helper (who loves to destroy the cakes we’ve baked thanks to her stupid remarks) tried to chase it out. My amah wanted to kill it but that is seriously bad luck. I had to telephone my dad, and my brother retreated to my room, while messing up my bookshelves, and then I heard so many screams! It went out and no one got hurt though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12th October: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly missed my sister as I heard all the songs being played in our CD player. It reminds meof the times I karaoke-d with her, plus teaching her to read the Mandarin characters, which I truly miss, because I used to enjoy the Chinese Language, and that my brother is uninterested so I've no students ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bothered to do much homework, and I'm now watching episode 34 of Saiunkoku Monogatari. Haha, I just realized how sleep deprived I am, because I slept late last night (or too early seeing it's 4am) watching anime and I woke up at around 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends my super long post. If you've read it to the finish without getting bored,I salute you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7208856349655651699?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7208856349655651699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7208856349655651699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7208856349655651699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7208856349655651699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-3988134391158825941</id><published>2007-10-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:46:53.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>I was teased on Saturday thanks to the Principal's harmless joke. She jokingly called me Mrs Saxon because I take photos of every event, and Annabelle mercilessly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You dumped the Old Prynsa guy for Mr Saxon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, that pisses me off, considering that I had it rough on PRYNSA. Sigh. Maybe I should quit? Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me, I owe Mr Darlin the photos. Gahhhhhh. I've got to burn the CD and now's 11pm =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to shout that....&lt;br /&gt;IKA'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP =D My baby sister is going to be a year older *tears trickle down cheeks* I love love love my baby sister. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, more to be posted, but I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those having PMB &amp;amp; O Levels.&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/8499987857408120021-3988134391158825941?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/3988134391158825941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=3988134391158825941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3988134391158825941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/3988134391158825941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8603081029052075835</id><published>2007-10-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:48:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I'm really, really happy today. Today was the chemistry awards ceremony, and as usual, I was snapping away but somehow my camera didn't function that well during the awards presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted my friend Jarrod from St. Andrews. He is a nerd haha (: but then yeah, he's smart and gets great grades, plus he's a gamer. Whoa. All in one (: I also saw Guo Hong from Inforama receiving the award today. Whoa. He's smart too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask Lawrence to put on his songkok (because we MS Students must not look like ruffians) and so he did, even though he tried to fight back lol. Then I saw Wee Hean   without his on his head, so I told him to wear it too. I'm such a &lt;del&gt;nice&lt;/del&gt; annoying MP, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Jarrod was interviewed. And knowing that he said that he didn't want to be my victim of the day (even the day of the Inforama Awards ceremony =_=" ) so I took two photos of him for evil intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I did a very very embarrassing thing during computer class. Mr. Yoga was talking about veterinarians and animals and then he asked me about OLE objects for a doctor to use for his patients. Then I was blur, and I said, "The pictures of the animals." I thought he was still talking about the vet. Boy did I feel embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped out on A-Maths class to deal with the auditorium. It was frustrating to do the banners, sweep up the floor, etc. Luckily the cleaners helped to vacuum. Malcolm came in at 8.15 which was officially late! OMG hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. Pictures will come, some other day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8603081029052075835?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8603081029052075835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8603081029052075835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8603081029052075835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8603081029052075835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-9031344590043436374</id><published>2007-10-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:55:47.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't blogged for a few days, and so I'm going to post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some of&lt;/span&gt; the photos I took today (amounting to 90) during the Biology Toronto Awards Ceremony. (I'm sure most of you noticed the girl moving here and there with a camera and smiling sometimes to the parents &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aka my parents and my brother&lt;/span&gt; present at today's ceremony.My family came today on behalf of my sister, who you all know is studying in UK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 5 scorers got a gold medal and certificates. Then there was some other award thingies. Hahah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1472528134_cadeab18a0_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/1471676557_4bb5721681_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1058/1472527380_12c129a4f1_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/1472527050_86f24da3fe_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1113/1472526622_383332d334_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/1471674321_14e0520a26_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1373/1471673281_30e6fb2354_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/1472525054_48fe9c09d9_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1107/1471673049_5c4489c834_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/1472524024_e0ec623297_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1340/1472523596_c5b21ef0c8_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1182/1472523134_e415d52caa_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/1471671239_9afa1412ea_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/1471671239_9afa1412ea_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-9031344590043436374?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/9031344590043436374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=9031344590043436374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/9031344590043436374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/9031344590043436374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1472528134_cadeab18a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-218841703914748007</id><published>2007-09-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:23:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm allergic to dust, that's what I just realized, considering that I used to be allergic to certain food preservatives. And worse still, I've still a room to clean. Eurgh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've settled my bookshelf but there's this problem of &lt;b&gt;what&lt;/b&gt; to put in the shelf beside my bed. I have just received it, it's teeny tiny compared to my one, and I'm still trying to figure out what random trash I can put there. All my piggy banks and decors have gone to the other one, and I still have three layers to fill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My study desk is apparently neater, but the bags corner and papers still need improvement. The table I'm using now, which has been with me since I was a young girl, is now empty, except that I put a lamp, speakers and my food supply on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dressing table was neat, but now all random accessories have been found, so I placed them there. Ahhh, I wonder if I'll get this place clean by tonight. And school reopens tomorrow. *nervous breakdown*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched 'A Walk to Remember' last night on YouTube but then the loading was really lagging, so I watched from 10.30pm to 2 am. It's a really nice show, and I cried. Hahaha! I keep crying when I watch any sad movies. I love the songs from the show, and apparently, I've got the songs long ago. Haha. Wow me~ Hahaha.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now to resume my cleaning campaign!&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/8499987857408120021-218841703914748007?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/218841703914748007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=218841703914748007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/218841703914748007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/218841703914748007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/makeover.html' title='Makeover'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7149101608704447918</id><published>2007-09-29T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:47:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexel</title><content type='html'>I'vedid a vexel of myself, without spectacles. It doesn't really feel like me, nor do I really like the original photo. Nevertheless, I did this with 217 layers (Grins at Hanafi) And so here's the end result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/cycopy.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reference is really dark, I look very emo, and also I have huge, scary eyebags. It was originally sideview, so don't ask me to change it otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/Picture1073.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's all for now. And enjoy your holidays =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and Ika, I'm not beautiful in this picture. You're still the beautiful one =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7149101608704447918?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7149101608704447918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7149101608704447918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7149101608704447918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7149101608704447918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/vexel.html' title='Vexel'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7000152971804856861</id><published>2007-09-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:07:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting my past</title><content type='html'>Back in 2002, I loved to play neopets. I had an account, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;50 000 NPs&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby Kougra&lt;/span&gt;. I was a content girl until I got bored of it. Because my sister was excelling in better than me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I signed up for neopets again, after I could not recover my perfect account. My kougra has gone bye bye, not that it died, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;famished&lt;/span&gt;. I was last spotted on Neopets around TWO years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tancutty391&lt;/span&gt; on Neopets, but I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tancutty00&lt;/span&gt; last time. The real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tancutty&lt;/span&gt; belonged to my sister. And like usual, I'd copy her =P I've a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kougra&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquachubby_yee&lt;/span&gt;, a mix between the names of my two favourite pets, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquadarling_yee&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ixi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_aquachubby_&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby Kougra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just summarize this whole thing. I'm becoming a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; again. Whee me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting better at NFS Carbon, more like more &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kalok&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot say that I've got training, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always always&lt;/span&gt; and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, need to use the hood view or else I'd just crash and make lousy drifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I'm off to play Neopets. hahaha. At last, I found something to do online besides &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;ging and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt;ting and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;ing. (8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7000152971804856861?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7000152971804856861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7000152971804856861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7000152971804856861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7000152971804856861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/revisiting-my-past.html' title='Revisiting my past'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-4135333470725776674</id><published>2007-09-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:48:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gain&lt;/span&gt; what you've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;? I always had. But not on this occasion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 months&lt;/span&gt;, losing about 4-5 kilos, and within &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a month&lt;/span&gt;, I've gained back all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really frustrates me. Just a month, aka, this month, I went to eat at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many many restaurants&lt;/span&gt;, because well, I've been invited to them. And each time the food is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouth-watering&lt;/span&gt; and delicious. I can never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resist&lt;/span&gt; the temptation of good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've gained 4 kilos. That makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt; in terms of BMI =S I think I look obese too =S Or is it just me being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my 4 kilos gone! Go away! Shoo~ Don't come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was one of the rare occasions that I cooked. Haha. It was my specialty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CORN SOUP =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to cook at home during weekends. I cook for people on the condition that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're asking me to cook &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my specialty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've prepared all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'dead'&lt;/span&gt; meat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You just believe I'm simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the best chef&lt;/span&gt; to do the cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Alright, ignore the last sentence. It's a joke!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I can cook really well without being afraid of the wok and fire. Plus I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bake&lt;/span&gt;, with my mom that is =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, apparently I'm not that masculine after all. Today I've been called a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt; girl by the two boys from 4B. Well, that's a form of self defense too, right? Hiii-ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at around 12ish because of the rain. Oh how I dread rain. Rain usually comes with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thunder and lightning&lt;/span&gt; and I'm a bit scared. Especially without the person who I would run to in times of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to school again to deal with Prynsa work. It's really really tiring. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I was concentrating on the nice, comfy, fluffy and soft pillows on my bed, waiting for me to cuddle in... ahhh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Whoa. Another long post I've had in ages =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-4135333470725776674?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/4135333470725776674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=4135333470725776674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4135333470725776674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4135333470725776674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-8901033420211906543</id><published>2007-09-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:41:49.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh. Urine.</title><content type='html'>Our bio practical test today was about... URINE. Not the real thing, but the question was something like..&lt;br /&gt;"Determine what the person is suffering from by conducting tests for Protein, Bile Salts and Glucose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that this question came out because... MY SISTER HAS DONE IT BEFORE. Okay, you must be wondering what's so grand about that. That's because I studied about it =D Lucky lucky me. I do not regret studying from my sister. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Happy birthday to Fish. In two days it's Choo's bday too. Haha September is just so full of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping tomorrow's Chem Practicals is going to be alright. Titration, identification of ions. I think I can do this. I hope I can do this. I will do this~! hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;That reminds me, Hau, I know you read this. Tag here, pretty pretty please? @_@ I'm begging. And you're miles away so just tag tag tag!!! Haha, you don't comment too so just tell me via msn, mmkay? =D&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-8901033420211906543?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/8901033420211906543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=8901033420211906543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8901033420211906543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/8901033420211906543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahhh-urine.html' title='Ahhh. Urine.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-1168808089776936357</id><published>2007-09-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:55:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapy Birthday to Wilson</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Wilson! (because I know you read this blog too hahahah) Enjoy yourself on this day, other days after this day, and many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many... more days to come. Well, you get the picture ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt confident when I first entered the classroom. Then my confidence level went so low that it reached the earth's core. I felt butterflies in my stomach, panic, and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause? All the other people responsible for bringing their books to study last-minute and bombard me with questions which I found a hard time explaining. And worse still, when people panic, I panic. How I wish I've got my mother's (or Mr. Soh's) skill to remain calm in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Q1-3 of the practicals OK. It was Q4 that worried me. Sigh. At least I completed it, compared to Nafi who didn't do the graph since (he claimed) he was playing with the rulers. LOL. And Lawrence the insane Deputy God decided to make a model of a man, complete with arms and legs, but no hands and feet mind you, and after that he destroyed it, and made it to a certain structure which floated above water. Hmmm, so much for higher density causes it to sink lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue" size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILSON!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-1168808089776936357?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/1168808089776936357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=1168808089776936357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1168808089776936357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1168808089776936357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/hapy-birthday-to-wilson.html' title='Hapy Birthday to Wilson'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7006000360916117251</id><published>2007-09-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:50:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian? o_O</title><content type='html'>Mr. Goh of MA4A continues to call me a lesbian for the past two days. Just because when he asked me, "Do you ever hug boys? Or Girls?" I said yes to girls, and boys are my family members, he said that I am a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Lawrence and Ika &lt;3 as backup, so we bombarded him with the words gay, and scolded him for calling me a lesbian. Lawrence promised to beat him up tomorrow lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I get for having a didi like Lawrence, and an adik like Ika. I've got backup ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7006000360916117251?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7006000360916117251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7006000360916117251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7006000360916117251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7006000360916117251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/lesbian-oo.html' title='Lesbian? o_O'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7453683363570118687</id><published>2007-09-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:39:46.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;: Lookie at version 3. This is brighter. The old one gave me dark, morbid thoughts all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during maths lesson, where we were granted with the thing we always have wanted, Free Period, or more like "complete your hw you owe teacher" period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazmi used me TT___________TT he made me calculate so much maths, while at the end all I had was the wrong answer and I had to redo things all over again TT______________TT But I had my sweet revenge too. When I did the right one, I didn't allow him to see it, and instead just handed it in. But then I taught him how to get the answer in the end, so I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drew random things while the boys stated what they wanted me to draw. Somehow I can't draw Jazmi's request properly, no matter how hard I tried. The end result was a very messy piece of paper =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm a weakling, while &lt;a href="http://raz92.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faruq&lt;/a&gt;'s a wimp :P Well, we were supposed to ignore someone but &lt;a href="http://raz92.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faruq&lt;/a&gt; couldn't resist first, so he lost and I laughed at him and insulted him. Then when that someone asked me why I said sorry, I couldn't resist the temptation to talk to him haha. Okay, &lt;a href="http://thesecretmemoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://mysecretmemoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;fi&lt;/a&gt;, this shameless plugging is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bio was interesting. I honestly enjoy Bio, because it makes sense, but I don't enjoy studying it for practicals and exams. And oh no! This Monday marks the beginning of Practical Exams, and I'm totally unprepared. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I'm stuck with 4C, not 4A. Phew~ (no offense)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7453683363570118687?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7453683363570118687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7453683363570118687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7453683363570118687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7453683363570118687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-1507428523661056762</id><published>2007-09-19T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:06:50.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitars and checklists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've bought a guitar at last! $79.90 was the original price but, well, thanks to a privilege card, we've got 15% off, so it was bought at the price of $69.90! Cool eh? I actually had it on Sunday, but I forgot to post =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, life has been this and that lately. I don't want to elaborate on it. I've done good to one who's done evil to me. Fullstop. Got jealous. Check. Feel sick. Check. Enjoy class. Check. Scrape windows during bio. Check. Shouted at Lawrence. Check. Try to steal Nafi's possession. Check. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. So there's a little picture of what my life is about, eh? :D&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/8499987857408120021-1507428523661056762?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/1507428523661056762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=1507428523661056762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1507428523661056762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/1507428523661056762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/guitars-and-checklists.html' title='Guitars and checklists.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6263714221530736794</id><published>2007-09-13T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:20:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utada Hikaru</title><content type='html'>EDIT: Here's an updated vector with more detailed hair haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/hikki.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="400" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how much I love love love Utada Hikaru? Right now I've got all her songs in my computer, amounting to about 500mb space, and I've decided to draw her face in Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't exactly look like her, but I spent three hours photoshopping her. I'm so nappy because she looks human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/utadahikaru.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="400" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments? Oh yea, this took three long hours, and in between breaks people were chatting with me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you dislike Japanese songs, just try to listen to an english version of First Love,by Utada Hikaru. If it's nice to you, then listen to the Japanese version. Another I'd recommend is Hikari (Simple and Clean) and also Sakura Drops and Final Distance and Deep River. Gosh, the list will go in if I continue. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an offer. Give me a picture of you, any picture of you, and I'll use the computer to draw you. I'll try to be realistic, and show every feature there. Don't worry, I usually don't show pimples :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6263714221530736794?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6263714221530736794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6263714221530736794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6263714221530736794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6263714221530736794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/utada-hikaru.html' title='Utada Hikaru'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-7008012865448912192</id><published>2007-09-13T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:52:52.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall</title><content type='html'>I went to the Mall twice this week, once on Monday and another one on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I went with Syidah. She was waiting for Mizan so we karaoke-d at the K-Box in the arcade. We sang Wannabe, Drowning, Thank God I Found You, Get Down, Spice Up Your Life and Mirror MIrror. Syiok XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when Mizan came we went to the arcade. Then Syidah and I went to Swenson. After that we rushed to watch a movie called Invisible. Kinda scary with those gunshots but it was alright. Sad ending. And I CRIED. HAHAHAHA. Syidah laughed when I told her i cried. She didn't believe me haha. Then we went to the pool area and then i went home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I went to the Mall with Ban, Faizah, Ika, Nafi, Ayub, Ayub's sister, Aiman and some campmate that Nafi and Ban knew. And we had a great time XD Since Ika didn't know everyone, so I spent more time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Apartment 1303. Scary brabis lol. We all (girls) screamed. Nafi hid in his shirt lol and ayyub was somewhere. Aiman didn't come yet. I got kinda creeped out by the camp guy, but me and Ika just ignored him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the K-Box and so Ika &amp; I sang Drowning, Wannabe, Mirror Mirror, Never had a Dream come true, and also hahaha couldcha believe it, Livin La Vida Loca. Hahahah. Hanafi joined in during Mirror Mirror but he can't sing it nicely HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the boxing thing at the arcade. I hit it almost as hard as Hanafi haha. and they called him a girl because of my strength hahaha. Then we played the basketball thingy and our highest score was 72 whee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went window shopping, the girls that is, and the guys went to Pizza Hut. Hahaha. We window shopped at the toys area that i usually go to ahhaha. Then when we went to pizza hut, ayyub lanjaed us because tomorrow's his birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about $50 on the whole of wednesday and $37 on monday. Wednesday was more because I lanjaed Hanafi, Ika, Ban and Faizah a movie ticket. bleargh. $20 on tickets, $10 on movie food,  $3 on  lunch and  $10 at DQ. And I can't remember what else I spent on. Hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_980.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruneian Sunset Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_977-001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture says it all haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_977.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_976.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafi drinking a mixture of water and cheeze sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_973.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; ika karaokeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_970.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyub n the boys karaokeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_969.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n ika. vainnn :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_902.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Syidah at the pool area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_900.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syidah &amp; mizan haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/img_898.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp; Syidah. vain XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-7008012865448912192?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/7008012865448912192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=7008012865448912192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7008012865448912192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/7008012865448912192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/mall.html' title='Mall'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/livejournal/th_img_980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6410556134625353868</id><published>2007-09-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:25:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Design</title><content type='html'>Alright, it was time for a new design. Throw your remarks like diarrhea please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6410556134625353868?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6410556134625353868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6410556134625353868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6410556134625353868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6410556134625353868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-design.html' title='New Design'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6933328206894442801</id><published>2007-09-09T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:26:17.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricatures</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night at the Airport Restaurant, which charged us $32 per head for those above 12, there was this Malaysian cuisine and culture theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy, Uncle Jack, who drew caricatures and so seizing the opportunity, my mom, my brother and I requested for it. When he drew us, it looked so similar, but the more we gazed into the picture, the more it doesn't. Ah well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady, with her son in the queue. She wanted her son to stand beside the one being drawn (which at that time was my cousin) so that he'd be able to "jump-queue". The actual queue was me next, and my uncle said, "Don't let the lady get her way. You've waited longer." Uncle Jack said he needed a break after drawing my cousin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand on the arm of my cousin's chair (since I was sitting) and when she was done, I stood up and sat in her chair. Then the boy whined. Ptfff. He said, "Mommy! You said I would be next, why did she go first? So unfair one! I was supposed to be next, you promised me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brat much. Then his mom said, "Aiya, no such thing one, uncle's taking a break, later on we'll come and you'll be drawn." In my heart, I honestly think that the boy was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spoiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not to mention that he became this way because of his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inconsiderate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was to jump queue, and upon his mother's instructions, I would fight. I've been waiting for a long two hours, and if you would just jump queue like that I'm going to make you regret it. If your son can jump queue, then what's the point of queuing in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Uncle Jack came back, a father and son beside me seemed to be in a rush to go. He was just a kid of about one year old, and his whole family was rushing him to go home. Seeing the kid who was about to burst in tears, when Uncle Jack asked me if it was alright to let the kid go first, I agreed. Well, that's because I can't be mean to anyone near tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kid's turn, the bratty kid and mother came back in. The mother said, "Can you do this boy's first? He's been waiting for such a long time." Without answering, Uncle Jack smiled and started drawing my face. Uncle Jack asked Uncle Teh Tarik (I don't know his name, but his teh tarik skills are so cool!) to sing a song that Uncle Teh Tarik wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the song was nice, and that was about Uncle Jack drawing the faces of those, who are patient and impatient. I think Uncle Jack purposely said that to indirectly tell the lady to be more patient. Hehe. While he was drawing me, my head was rather low though. And I couldn't smile my vanity pose, because students from my school was there! And they were staring at me O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dtsuyu/1348719625/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1344/1348719625_75a0cf7b10.jpg" alt="Caricature" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I must praise him for his guess that I love reading and also using the computer. I thanked him and smiled very politely. Then Uncle Teh Tarik said, "You should've smiled like this when he drew you. This smile is prettier." I just smiled even wider, and then as I left my seat for my uncle's turn, the bratty kid &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pushed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me, and sat down.Obviously I'm pissed off by the boy's attitude, and worse still by his mom. Rude, inconsiderate, etc. But overall I enjoyed my day, or more like night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was online until midnight on Friday? My friend was showing off the neatly and nicely furnished bedroom and the elephant carpet. Haha. I, in return, showed my untidy room. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were chatting yesterday and her Barbie isn't that bad to her, so far. She calls my sister cute and sweet O_O even in Cantonese! O_____O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6933328206894442801?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6933328206894442801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6933328206894442801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6933328206894442801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6933328206894442801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/caricatures.html' title='Caricatures'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1344/1348719625_75a0cf7b10_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-5874769599506423191</id><published>2007-09-02T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:21:04.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>One more mark and we'd be number one. I got 8/10. In total we had 10/20. St Georges had 11/20. Sigh~ Dilah cried though. I just smiled. I can't cry, because I didn't get that guilt feeling of letting myself down. And Dilah's questions were hard, so I couldn't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my birthday and I don't feel like celebrating at all. I've celebrated mine already when my sister was still in Brunei. I just hope tonight, at midnight, I won't be bombarded with birthday greetings. I'm sure I have to return all those greetings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met Nafi's cousin at RTB yesterday who was very, very annoying. Nafi said that it was what his cousins are made of, annoying. They look alike, in a weird sort of way. I told Nafi that since I'm getting to know his family, it's called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet the Nafis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. First was his sister, then his brothers, then now his cousin. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't get one mistake. I just wish I didn't :( At least not third, like last year, right? Teacher says that she wants me to join again next year, and so I said, "&lt;strong&gt;I want e-Portfolio teacher!&lt;/strong&gt;" because I know web designing and HTML, and I can design. Why opt for something you totally don't know (like this year, I was FORCED to take flash game) when you cando something you expertise in and actually win :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher threatened to put me with Lawrence for next year. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want!!! Lawrence is alright but.... very &lt;strong&gt;annoying&lt;/strong&gt;. Yesterday he shot a ping pong ball at me, at somewhere we can call wrong. Then I chased him, threatening to spill water all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be teamed up with someone, I choose Nafi (for his occasionally whacky ideas that makes sense :P ) and also Ayyub (my partner for two years yo~) And that is, if I was given the choice of choosing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have one more trophy in my cabinet, but this trophy was labeled wrongly. Instead of "Empowering Education Through ICT", the trophy read, "Empowering Education &lt;em&gt;Trophy&lt;/em&gt; ICT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my to-do list now :) *obviously nothing better to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1st September - Inforama Grand Finals against St Georges and Chung Hwa.&lt;/strike&gt; done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2nd September - Party XD&lt;/strike&gt; done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd September - My birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3-5th September - Pretense of acting on camera for RTBto show that we actually do our Prynsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th September - Inforama Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7th September - Party!!!! *if we can that is*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th September - Mom’s birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all will successfully pass by :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-5874769599506423191?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/5874769599506423191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=5874769599506423191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5874769599506423191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5874769599506423191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-more-mark-and-wed-be-number-one.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-5590979522929524928</id><published>2007-08-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:13:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Tears</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was undoubtly a good day for me, and also a bad one. I spent the first half of the morning at SMB, and was the representative for the MS students who went to receive awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted my two close friends from my childhood namely B and J. J is taller than me, wheee~! And B, well he's taller obviously, but still shorter than I. And I spotted Shim, haha, and he was the one from his school competing in the filas last year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be in the finals, because teacher wants me to. Despite whatsoever, I will still get a prize. Better than nothing. I got no 4, btw, and that is soooo close to no 3, which was the position eligible to get an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my Maths D results back. &lt;del&gt;It's 96.9, and I had a mistake.&lt;/del&gt; Teacher made a mistake in my marks and apparently I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;100%!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I've got my Add Maths results back too. 83.9. I was careless. I could've gotten a lot more marks, and possibly 100% if &lt;strong&gt;I had not been careless&lt;/strong&gt;. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test is this Monday. I haven't really revised at all. I'm so gonna miss my chem teacher. He is gonna stop teaching us soon. Saturday will be his last day with us as his class, and I even asked him if I could possibly get help from him via email when in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sprained my ankle, yes, and it's swollen. Whee me! I feel so proud of myself. I've sprained my ankle over 5 times this year and I'm still a klutz. No improvement in self stability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-5590979522929524928?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/5590979522929524928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=5590979522929524928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5590979522929524928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/5590979522929524928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/08/smiles-and-tears.html' title='Smiles and Tears'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-6822020630869919799</id><published>2007-08-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:57:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>How does it feel like when you wake up at exactly 5.29 every morning and wait for the alarm to ring a minute later, then wishing for sleep and when you're just about to fall back into slumber you hear knocks on your door, telling you to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;It feels terrible. I automatically turn on at 5.29am, including Fridays and Sundays. At least those days you can still sleep and go on until midday. Unfortunately, it's a school day today, with two tests, namely Maths D and English.&lt;br /&gt;Maths D was surprisingly easy, but I'm sure that I won't get 100%. I may be careless. English was alright, but I think I might've plagiarized my sister's story six years ago. I took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; ideas (not all, mind you) because I was feeling completely blank and had no time to re-brainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I would fail Bio because I didn't really study. That night I was busy snoozing with all the notes around me, and the laptop nearby. I miss sleeping early, but then now I don't get sleepy even when it's 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's computer exam (which I honestly would not bother studying) but then I still have to beat that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palui&lt;/span&gt; boy Lawrence, aka my Xiao Di Di (for he calls me Jie) so yeah xP I'm darn tired now, but then I've got all these notes T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-6822020630869919799?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/6822020630869919799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=6822020630869919799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6822020630869919799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/6822020630869919799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/08/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499987857408120021.post-4750481420245897604</id><published>2007-08-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:31:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>It's late, I know, how crappy that I've to do this so last minute. I had problems with the design, and now that I'm done with it *wipes sweat* I'd like to announce to you the birth of ThreeNinOne's Blog! The design is thanks to an inspiration from Dii, my partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatbox (still thinking what is the best)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Blogger codes for those who can't design (stares at friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link exchanges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499987857408120021-4750481420245897604?l=threeninone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/feeds/4750481420245897604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499987857408120021&amp;postID=4750481420245897604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4750481420245897604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499987857408120021/posts/default/4750481420245897604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeninone.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
