<?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-4003616433020667972</id><updated>2011-09-26T05:37:00.655+08:00</updated><category term='Ace-ing it'/><category term='When boredom strikes...'/><category term='of happy days and celebrations'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Annoying tags.'/><category term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category term='Amusing Finds'/><category term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category term='Random blabbering'/><category term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><category term='Nuff&apos;(nang) said'/><category term='Five days a week - school'/><category term='Cravings'/><category term='Moments of happiness'/><category term='Friends bring fun'/><category term='Lists'/><title type='text'>sukirtha seran's prattle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2828342087491344036</id><published>2011-08-19T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:21:10.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I kept my word,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;and here's my brand new blog. I'm still working on the blog posts and stuff but you can start linking me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-sukirtha-way.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-sukirtha-way.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2828342087491344036?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2828342087491344036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-kept-my-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2828342087491344036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2828342087491344036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-kept-my-word.html' title='I kept my word,'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6370222583531641505</id><published>2011-07-30T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:50:52.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Project Resurrect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My humble&amp;nbsp;apologies&amp;nbsp;for completely facing out this blog from my life. However, I'm in the midst of bringing this little part of the cyberspace that belongs to me back to life in no time. I call it, Project&amp;nbsp;Resurrect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6370222583531641505?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6370222583531641505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/07/project-resurrect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6370222583531641505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6370222583531641505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/07/project-resurrect.html' title='Project Resurrect'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1327956353138395806</id><published>2011-05-21T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:45:35.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Changes, the only constants in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, like I said in the short note I posted before this, a lot has happened. I can truly say that the time I spent not blogging, I spent living and doing a bunch of things I loved doing (and cramming for the Mid Terms *groansssss*) and being a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mid Terms, I am in the midst of enduring their wrath now. All I can say is that exams have never been more draining. In my PMR days, I just circled the answers I knew and the ones I didn't, I just picked logical answers, shaded the OMR sheet and took a nap. 15 minutes before the end of the paper, I check my paper and then hand it in just in time. Now, I'm constantly racing against time, writing lots and lots of nonsense. By the time the exam is over, my fingers look like prunes- red and squashy and my brains feel like mush. Boy, I have never appreciated objective exams more, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I am now on my way to blindness. Maybe I exaggerated a little too much but what I meant to say was that I am now four-eyed. I wear spectacles now. &amp;nbsp;:'( And I hate them, they make me look much too nerdy and it's just annoying to have stuff on your face.&amp;nbsp;BUT, since it's exam season and I should get into NERD MODE, they kinda help me get into character. Haha. A full fledged nerd I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces (Check!), Nerdy Spectacles (Check!), Pigtails (NO WAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/5739941979/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="NERD MODE - ON! by Sukirtha, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="NERD MODE - ON!" height="334" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/5739941979_d53bd7736e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I've also snipped a good 4 inches off my tresses. I was very satisfied at first because my head felt as light as a balloon but after the blow wore off and my hair was back to it's bushy self, I'm beginning to miss those locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/5740497660/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Messy little head by Sukirtha, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Messy little head" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/5740497660_3ea8384719.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in my Indian GEAR.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to end here, for today. I need to sleep and STUDY BIOLOGY AND ADD MATH before I get murdered next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbk9tjcYj1qazstso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbk9tjcYj1qazstso1_500.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1327956353138395806?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1327956353138395806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes-only-constants-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1327956353138395806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1327956353138395806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes-only-constants-in-life.html' title='Changes, the only constants in life.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/5739941979_d53bd7736e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3025468204722377380</id><published>2011-05-04T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:11:25.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So much has happened. If only I had some time to document all my thoughts and feelings. Exams are nearing, homework is pilling up and I'm struggling to keep up with the speed of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3025468204722377380?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3025468204722377380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-has-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3025468204722377380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3025468204722377380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4381884199785406273</id><published>2011-04-09T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T02:07:18.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Arrgh, Florence is 16 mateys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was supposed to blog about this eons ago but that didn't really happen. I was suppose to 'squeeze' an update. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh6yMkiekyE/TZ9D0miHowI/AAAAAAAABFQ/sO_ZnRqdZp4/s1600/DSC09768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh6yMkiekyE/TZ9D0miHowI/AAAAAAAABFQ/sO_ZnRqdZp4/s640/DSC09768.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;u&gt;Florence Chong&lt;/u&gt;, the very crazy girl that sits beside me in class turned sixteen on the 26th of March. Since it was Earth Hour that day, she had her party on the 27th which was a Sunday. Knowing Florence, I expected a pretty weird theme and (as usual) I was right. Her theme was 'Rainbow Pirates'. I have no idea how she concocted such a loco theme. She told all of us that we will have to face a terrible penalty if we do not dress up in accordance to the theme. With my prior knowledge on dear Florence's liking for everything disgusting, I feared the penalty and when all out to look like a 'Rainbow Pirate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6T7F4uugQUM/TZ84XZWrLrI/AAAAAAAABEc/uDWUtM_CgEU/s1600/DSC09665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6T7F4uugQUM/TZ84XZWrLrI/AAAAAAAABEc/uDWUtM_CgEU/s400/DSC09665.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNItMQI4ipQ/TZ841XOnBYI/AAAAAAAABEg/OGaVXPDc1Ng/s1600/DSC09676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNItMQI4ipQ/TZ841XOnBYI/AAAAAAAABEg/OGaVXPDc1Ng/s400/DSC09676.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusing Jack Sparrow and the rainbow, I came up with this weird outfit that I was surprisingly proud of as it seemed to comply to the theme. I even had a treasure map stuffed into the sash around my waist. Talk about being tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKM-LKe2vbE/TZ87Z7gPBhI/AAAAAAAABE0/qH__fuK-T28/s1600/DSC09736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKM-LKe2vbE/TZ87Z7gPBhI/AAAAAAAABE0/qH__fuK-T28/s640/DSC09736.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I finally reached Florence's crib, I expected to see all my friends in baggy pants and peasant shirts with dark eyeliner. Instead I saw Pavitra in a tank top and tights and Archanaa in her black sweats and a black top. Angela looked nothing like a pirate (who spend 3/4 of their lives living in disgusting ships sailing the harsh seas. (or is that just in movies?)). She looked more like a diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disappointed max.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEHDBhGQuoI/TZ879-rej_I/AAAAAAAABE4/-GL6r8iiyBc/s1600/DSC09746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEHDBhGQuoI/TZ879-rej_I/AAAAAAAABE4/-GL6r8iiyBc/s640/DSC09746.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SNBIAPZBcA/TZ88c6Sdp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/5_uK-382qos/s1600/DSC09754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SNBIAPZBcA/TZ88c6Sdp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/5_uK-382qos/s640/DSC09754.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SNBIAPZBcA/TZ88c6Sdp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/5_uK-382qos/s1600/DSC09754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrJ5uy82Yns/TZ8897T_sAI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZZrg_W9fB9g/s1600/DSC09755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrJ5uy82Yns/TZ8897T_sAI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZZrg_W9fB9g/s640/DSC09755.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D15E7k8f87Q/TZ9CV5_crkI/AAAAAAAABFM/S3J5cszU1qU/s1600/DSC09767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D15E7k8f87Q/TZ9CV5_crkI/AAAAAAAABFM/S3J5cszU1qU/s640/DSC09767.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everyone scrutinized my very weird outfit we&amp;nbsp;proceeded&amp;nbsp;to the food. Took (loads of) photo's (DUH! It's protocol!) and then it was time for some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence had this whole 'Fear Factor' thinggy planned out as the penalty for those who didn't abide the theme. Since there were like only three people who actually looked like 'Rainbow Pirates', we had to vote for the two worst dressed to go through the penalty. So the votes were in and Angela and Jaso emerged the evening's two worst dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0748qIUaot4/TZ858BnaJBI/AAAAAAAABEo/RNvrH37K8mo/s1600/DSC09722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0748qIUaot4/TZ858BnaJBI/AAAAAAAABEo/RNvrH37K8mo/s640/DSC09722.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela did half of her challenge and speed of as her parents had come to fetch her and Jaso cooked up some story about her being allergic to something I don't quite remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etGElUJBcFM/TZ86cJrXeqI/AAAAAAAABEs/Xy6NVIZDiSo/s1600/DSC09724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etGElUJBcFM/TZ86cJrXeqI/AAAAAAAABEs/Xy6NVIZDiSo/s400/DSC09724.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UzFlJYveSQ/TZ867SEeGPI/AAAAAAAABEw/-5gz6kY8J_8/s1600/DSC09731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UzFlJYveSQ/TZ867SEeGPI/AAAAAAAABEw/-5gz6kY8J_8/s400/DSC09731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no one to finish up the Fear Factor round, and everyone was chicken, I volunteered. I thought it would be something that required using physical strengh as Angela had already drank/swallowed a glass of everything disgusting. Much to my dissapointment, it was the same thing for me also. A warm glass of raw eggs, Milo powder, Rendang gravy and fishballs. Just the sound of it probably makes your stomach churn already. Enduring it was ... bad. It wasn't that horrible but still, it was bad. After gulping the concoction, Florence made me walk in circles 10 times hoping to make me barf. Thank goodness I had a strong tummy and everything stayed inside. Can't imagine how all that yuck would look post-vomit. Eelgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMAlPiyICyk/TZ89hCPcUgI/AAAAAAAABFE/xVFL9BO89Ms/s1600/DSC09760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMAlPiyICyk/TZ89hCPcUgI/AAAAAAAABFE/xVFL9BO89Ms/s640/DSC09760.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUQ9JDQCReo/TZ9HTlaed0I/AAAAAAAABFU/ENUyLs1TFlE/s1600/DSC09770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUQ9JDQCReo/TZ9HTlaed0I/AAAAAAAABFU/ENUyLs1TFlE/s640/DSC09770.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we played some Twister which turned out to be quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LODvgDCJ9ak/TZ9KxGmdpPI/AAAAAAAABFg/MNQ3pixQFtM/s1600/DSC09786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LODvgDCJ9ak/TZ9KxGmdpPI/AAAAAAAABFg/MNQ3pixQFtM/s400/DSC09786.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okTPkFX3uLU/TZ9JyFNNUyI/AAAAAAAABFc/MKpqGw2zJn4/s1600/DSC09778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okTPkFX3uLU/TZ9JyFNNUyI/AAAAAAAABFc/MKpqGw2zJn4/s400/DSC09778.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/5601189150/" title="Happy Birthday Florence! by Sukirtha, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday Florence!" height="428" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5601189150_ae3d5d7492_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And then Florence blew her 16 candles and we had cake (with pirates)! :)&amp;nbsp;Then finally it was time for the REAL fun. KARAOKE. Florence has this little home karaoke machine thinggymajiggy. She had an array of songs and we went crazy. Sin Yee especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We sang till our throats hurt. We&amp;nbsp;head-banged&amp;nbsp;and boogied. We screamed, we mimicked. We laughed were teared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-J8PvkqM0s/TZ9I5aXN2jI/AAAAAAAABFY/xoUpRpABFgY/s1600/DSC09772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-J8PvkqM0s/TZ9I5aXN2jI/AAAAAAAABFY/xoUpRpABFgY/s640/DSC09772.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night came to an end, we pronounced Karaoke the best form of stress relief and Florence's party was the most fun everyone had ever since, ever since, so long ago that I can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing night and everyone deserved a break after a killer weak of academics and other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now,&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk3heGvAJDs/TZ8-EEvZG-I/AAAAAAAABFI/inaXa0Pk6hs/s1600/DSC09765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk3heGvAJDs/TZ8-EEvZG-I/AAAAAAAABFI/inaXa0Pk6hs/s640/DSC09765.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4381884199785406273?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4381884199785406273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/04/arrgh-florence-is-16-mateys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4381884199785406273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4381884199785406273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/04/arrgh-florence-is-16-mateys.html' title='Arrgh, Florence is 16 mateys!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh6yMkiekyE/TZ9D0miHowI/AAAAAAAABFQ/sO_ZnRqdZp4/s72-c/DSC09768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4822879902162709722</id><published>2011-03-28T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:44:10.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Note-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I finally have something to blog about but, I'm just too tired right now. I'll try to squeeze a post in tomorrow somewhere in between school, homework, debate training (zomg, intimidating coach I made a fool of myself in front of- long story), accounts class and editorial work. Seems doable, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQOKEcSTsjs/TY9ons_VzmI/AAAAAAAABBo/GCzqVaY6q0I/s1600/Photo+285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQOKEcSTsjs/TY9ons_VzmI/AAAAAAAABBo/GCzqVaY6q0I/s320/Photo+285.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpwtNBHtpog/TY9oueghIyI/AAAAAAAABBs/31Bo_G_TK4o/s1600/Photo+293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpwtNBHtpog/TY9oueghIyI/AAAAAAAABBs/31Bo_G_TK4o/s320/Photo+293.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&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/4003616433020667972-4822879902162709722?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4822879902162709722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/03/note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4822879902162709722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4822879902162709722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/03/note.html' title='Note-'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQOKEcSTsjs/TY9ons_VzmI/AAAAAAAABBo/GCzqVaY6q0I/s72-c/Photo+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3214998658554917209</id><published>2011-03-17T23:10:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:21:17.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Spick-and-Span</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Form 4 life is draining. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been terribly busy and I have been terribly lazy which has resulted in this blog being unattended to for yet another month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm in Form 4 now, we have this project / assignment thinggymajiggy called Kerja Amal. Basically it's just a report on what you've done to revamp a certain area of your school, home etc. However in our dictionary, it just means doing some acting, taking over exaggerated photos from all the right angles and being very convincing and creative when writing the report. Print it all out, staples all the sheets of paper together and voila, done with Kerja Amal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did our first Kerja Amal on the school field last month. As usual, I was assigned to bring the camera. So after we did our acting and snapped sufficient shots, we mad proper use of the camera. Like loons we jumped from the benches and posed with the stray tree branches that had fallen of the trees. We pretended to fence and I got chased by a Sor Poh (chinese for crazy old grandma&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;, I think&lt;/span&gt;) with a&amp;nbsp;humungous&amp;nbsp;stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/5535362688/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Kerja Amal by Sukirtha, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kerja Amal" height="440" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5139/5535362688_9642c0132a_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've seen the pictures, you probably have a better picture of everything. I think, amongst everyone, Sin Yee and I went the most loco. But then again, Sin Yee is hyper everyday so her&amp;nbsp;behavior&amp;nbsp;wasn't really out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, Angela, claimed to have lost her spectacles which happen to cost quite a sum and so she went on one of her screaming frenzies with the weirdest cuss words anyone can think of. Leave it to her to come up with the most original, and uh, rarely used and &lt;u&gt;barely understandable&lt;/u&gt; cuss words. And she started running around and made us all dig in the sand and check all the bins. We tried to convince her that she probably left it in class because she wasn't wearing them in &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the pictures. BUT, that wasn't enough to convince her so all of us were forced to (half-heartedly),&amp;nbsp;scour&amp;nbsp;one portion of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking high-and-low, well sort of, we returned to class, and guess what we see on Her&amp;nbsp;Highnesses desk, resting beside her loud neon pink pencil case, the black rimmed glasses we were all searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was us who got into the screaming frenzy! Hah.&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/4003616433020667972-3214998658554917209?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3214998658554917209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/03/neighbours-probably-think-i-loon-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3214998658554917209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3214998658554917209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/03/neighbours-probably-think-i-loon-or.html' title='Spick-and-Span'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5139/5535362688_9642c0132a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8816350917221481739</id><published>2011-02-13T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:27:34.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Fortune cookie, finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After all these years, I can finally say that I have eaten a fortune cookie. :D I had to live fifteen years to finally have a fortune cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to Book Xcess in Amcorp last weekend, and I bought myself a book. As it was the CNY season, the bookstore gave me a fortune cookie. I think I love that place even more now.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I buy a book there I always get freebies- bookmarks, bookthongs, FORTUNE COOKIES, vouchers. It's one happy place I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szaGjN7V1_0/TVgAXXUiBTI/AAAAAAAABBE/f3IEwQjZz5U/s1600/fortunecookiepics1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szaGjN7V1_0/TVgAXXUiBTI/AAAAAAAABBE/f3IEwQjZz5U/s1600/fortunecookiepics1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay, I can has a fortune cookie also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CG6RtPwb81k/TVgAag9dFpI/AAAAAAAABBI/3Gk_FDEtz7s/s1600/fortunecookiepics2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CG6RtPwb81k/TVgAag9dFpI/AAAAAAAABBI/3Gk_FDEtz7s/s1600/fortunecookiepics2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coolio.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn-EY4yqBwU/TVgAelCgHiI/AAAAAAAABBM/RoqtgTpM1js/s1600/fortunecookiepics3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn-EY4yqBwU/TVgAelCgHiI/AAAAAAAABBM/RoqtgTpM1js/s1600/fortunecookiepics3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Esc2j2VzEE8/TVgAiUridAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EjZVkZinKOw/s1600/fortunecookiepics4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Esc2j2VzEE8/TVgAiUridAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EjZVkZinKOw/s1600/fortunecookiepics4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fortune strip is intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Ps, my eyes make me look like I've been reading for hours and not sleeping. I have. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5gpfaZqIc/TVgAk9RiikI/AAAAAAAABBU/daDPQn7s5GU/s1600/fortunecookiepics5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5gpfaZqIc/TVgAk9RiikI/AAAAAAAABBU/daDPQn7s5GU/s1600/fortunecookiepics5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My faith will carry me through all my hardest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note to self : Don't loose faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8816350917221481739?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8816350917221481739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/02/fortune-cookie-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8816350917221481739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8816350917221481739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/02/fortune-cookie-finally.html' title='Fortune cookie, finally.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szaGjN7V1_0/TVgAXXUiBTI/AAAAAAAABBE/f3IEwQjZz5U/s72-c/fortunecookiepics1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1896193649487511839</id><published>2011-02-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:57:09.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>The state of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cluttered. Very much cluttered. Literally, figuratively and in every other way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAgSS75ndI/AAAAAAAABAY/XacY878qtR8/s1600/DSC09442.JPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAgSS75ndI/AAAAAAAABAY/XacY878qtR8/s400/DSC09442.JPG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been living in this mess for almost a month. Not very appropriate for an OCD.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the first few weeks of school, my life was a mess. The contents of my wardrobe were everywhere in my room but, the wardrobe, where they belong. Storybooks scattered all around the house. 3/4 of my stationary mysteriously disappeared from my study desk. Speaking of which, my study desk was more of a dumpster. Everything was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I started Form 4 in a bit of a mess. Besides the physical state of things being completely chaotic, my head was all jumbled up as well. The first 3 weeks were though. Life was so confusing and I was stuck in between so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions. So many of them. I would have to admit, I started the year off with quite a number of blunders. I wasn't really prepared. I thought things will just 'fall into place' and ignored many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally, realised how stupid I've been and am working towards rectifying whatever it is can be fixed. And, I've got to say I'm beginning to get used to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the only day I don't have any co-curricular activities or tuition is Monday. Besides that, every other day is packed with House Practice, Rangers, Club meetings, tuition and of course, HOMEWORK. Abundant homework. Never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAgeNE2MxI/AAAAAAAABAs/RaovC_vSho4/s1600/DSC09447.JPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAgeNE2MxI/AAAAAAAABAs/RaovC_vSho4/s1600/DSC09447.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the state of things are less cluttered and tidy in many ways. I've got my head straight and I know what I'm doing (I think?). Oh and uh, my study desk and room are a whole lot tidier too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAia28XMUI/AAAAAAAABA8/PkbAEvVHiCY/s1600/DSC09448.JPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAia28XMUI/AAAAAAAABA8/PkbAEvVHiCY/s200/DSC09448.JPG.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAifZENJBI/AAAAAAAABBA/BZAf9m61JYA/s1600/DSC09449.JPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAifZENJBI/AAAAAAAABBA/BZAf9m61JYA/s200/DSC09449.JPG.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's almost 1 already. I'd better sleep if I want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&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/4003616433020667972-1896193649487511839?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1896193649487511839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/02/state-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1896193649487511839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1896193649487511839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2011/02/state-of-things.html' title='The state of things'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TVAgSS75ndI/AAAAAAAABAY/XacY878qtR8/s72-c/DSC09442.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3751065416206688522</id><published>2010-12-28T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:07:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only remaining PMR talk.</title><content type='html'>I've been a very happy girl for the past few days. I'm not being boastful or anything but, with the other 71 people from my school, I got straight A's. Which explains my happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I didn't really expect to get 7A's but I was hoping and praying I did reallyyyyyy hard. The one hour or so that I had to wait before finally getting that slip that meant so much was AGONY. Since my name is Sukirtha, I'm third last on the name list and so I had to watch 40 other classmates get their results. Some screeched in joy while others just threw their hands over the face and started weeping in&amp;nbsp;disappointment. Watching all these ... emotions really got me even more nervous. Anyways, after all that anxiety and heebie-jeebies, I finally got my results. I got into a silent 'icantbelievethis' jumping fit (wonder how many people I stepped on. Sorry. Heh.). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Then, after that I hugged my dad and cried like a baby out of relieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went out for a 'celebratory dinner'. Divania tagged along with the rest of my family. We had dinner at Souled Out, KL. The food was pretty good but the company was better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmWdDWneLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Xjd-XLgaZAM/s1600/DSC08884_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmWdDWneLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Xjd-XLgaZAM/s640/DSC08884_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Avi, Mom and Divania, all smiles!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmXGYrZ2fI/AAAAAAAAA-4/WJGaH0yRckk/s1600/DSC08892_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmXGYrZ2fI/AAAAAAAAA-4/WJGaH0yRckk/s640/DSC08892_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dragonfruitjuice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmV1mllzRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/nhFlL89JLQw/s1600/DSC08876_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmV1mllzRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/nhFlL89JLQw/s640/DSC08876_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buh-Buh-Besties&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmYLyBdO0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/v9f8AS7OsTA/s1600/DSC08897_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmYLyBdO0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/v9f8AS7OsTA/s640/DSC08897_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmXpq7xN7I/AAAAAAAAA-8/6pnxZ70OCwA/s1600/DSC08895_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmXpq7xN7I/AAAAAAAAA-8/6pnxZ70OCwA/s640/DSC08895_2.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Momma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmYxg9n68I/AAAAAAAAA_E/VPV_mdv_G-s/s1600/DSC08890_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmYxg9n68I/AAAAAAAAA_E/VPV_mdv_G-s/s640/DSC08890_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya' folks! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3751065416206688522?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3751065416206688522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-remaining-pmr-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3751065416206688522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3751065416206688522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-remaining-pmr-talk.html' title='The only remaining PMR talk.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TRmWdDWneLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Xjd-XLgaZAM/s72-c/DSC08884_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4387263601031805324</id><published>2010-11-30T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:01:33.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments of happiness'/><title type='text'>I love Penang.</title><content type='html'>PMR is long gone.&amp;nbsp;I've been up to a lot&amp;nbsp;ever since the last post (which was about History). I've worked on many drafts in between then and now but never really posted any of them because they were either unfinished or if they were completed, they felt like bunkum to me. Maybe I'll get to finishing them up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been whiling away time pretty generously ever since the term break started. I spend hours in front of the telly and the computer and also am reading a lot more fiction then I used to pre-PMR. Bliss, joy and just a teeny-tiny tinge of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I just got back from Penang yesterday after spending four days there. My maternal grandparents live in Penang and I really love going there. When I was a child (This so reminds me of Dr Doofenshmirtz's flashbacks in Phineas and Ferb. He's got &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/drdoofenshmirtz"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; by the way!), I alternated living in Penang and KL every two or three months. Basically I spent half of my childhood there is why I love going there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going to the local market with my grandma every morning. I love having fresh roti canai or fried kuey teow for breakfast after that with her amazing teas. I love watching TV in the small living room and digging (more like diving) into my uncle's huge DVD stash with my sister. I love sleeping on the flat mattresses with my grandma and sister while laughing about everything (weather funny or not). I love eating the the spicy crab curry my granma cooks. I love eating mini rojak with my dad at night. I love going to the beach and having sand in between my toes and in my sandals. I love the waves splashing all over my feet. I love lazing by the seaside reading and talking. I love eating at Gurney Drive. I love walking by the night market at Batu Ferringghi. I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Penang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I totally regret not buying that I *heart* PG tee. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TPQDM8oRpJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7EnXb9kXgxY/s1600/Collages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TPQDM8oRpJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7EnXb9kXgxY/s640/Collages.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some snapshots. Click for a better view.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4387263601031805324?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4387263601031805324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-penang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4387263601031805324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4387263601031805324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-penang.html' title='I love Penang.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TPQDM8oRpJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7EnXb9kXgxY/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4472293925557865840</id><published>2010-10-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:38:20.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>More PMR rants.</title><content type='html'>The thought of tomorrow is giving me this nauseous feeling. It's my History paper. And as you all know, I and History, we ain't much of a pretty couple. I have this tendency to forget History related facts a little to easily and this 'art' doesn't come in handy in any possible way. Instead, it wrecks the possibility of me getting above 85% for History in any exam. I think I only got that like twice in my entire life learning History. I know how bad I am at History but I still can't seem to sit still and study without my mind wandering off tangent. Maybe the stress that is causing me to be so anxious and restless and thus, a extra short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go get some (more) sleep now because yesterday I slept fairly late and half way through Geography I almost dozed off. I think the intense Geography session my friends and I had after lunch at my place before the exam drained most of my energy. It was so intense, we started shouting at each other for no reason (in a friendly way of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Divania lost her protractor so we had to make a quick stop at the bookshop near my place. Four of us were squished up at the back and when the car stopped I hauled myself out in the weirdest and most boisterous manner ever and this group of corporate looking people in some gold merc just gave me 'the' look. Similar to this- o_o At that moment I couldn't really be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I'm updating so often now, of all times, during PMR. So long, I'm&amp;nbsp;psyched&amp;nbsp;for History (NOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr_l9u8kmtNWU1qb9fxeo1_500.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://BF4F1C73-3119-4A95-AEE1-39280729B56F/tumblr_l9u8kmtNWU1qb9fxeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(picture via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tommycanfly.tumblr.com/post/1251451157"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4472293925557865840?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4472293925557865840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-pmr-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4472293925557865840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4472293925557865840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-pmr-rants.html' title='More PMR rants.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8501675013777829429</id><published>2010-10-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:10:28.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>geography stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9s8bikoSo1qdwe9ro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9s8bikoSo1qdwe9ro1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never pictured myself blogging the night before Geography PMR, ever. I always had more of a 'me battling sleep and heavy eye-bags burning the midnight oil' picture in my head. Well, I'm not doing that, not because I'm confident and prepared but because I'm just too stressed. Geography has always been that subject that I never seem to get. Yeah, yeah, some of you might say it's super easy, blah blah blah, but whatever, to me, Geography is just, complicated. Very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect tomorrow. Malay wasn't too good. I think I could have done better but whatever, I'm not going to cry over spilt milk. I'm just hoping Geography turns out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I better get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8501675013777829429?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8501675013777829429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/geography-stinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8501675013777829429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8501675013777829429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/geography-stinks.html' title='geography stinks'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5555179870709759261</id><published>2010-10-04T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:56:52.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Cause I'm random like that.</title><content type='html'>So, since I'm in the midst of de-stressing, let me blog. Because, blogging is (more of was)&amp;nbsp;therapeutic. So here are a few random spurts of life in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PMR is in approximately 30 hours. From 30 months to 30 weeks to 30 days and now, just 30 hours.&amp;nbsp;Thirty&amp;nbsp;freaking hours to Malay Paper One. So how does it feel? Completely agonizing and somehow I have a tinge of anxiety to get done with the whole thing and not have to worry about it until mid-December when the results come out. But still, it's tormentingly scary that it's only 30 hours away. Tormenting because the what-if's syndrome is kicking in. The whole, what if I screw up, or what if I puke or go out of topic or, or I flunk. Gosh, it's annoying. -_-"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of PMR, it's given me a whole lot of FATS. Easily 2kg's just this month alone. All that sitting and thinking and not moving and eating has given me flat tires and tighter jeans. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom, Dad and my sis where watching some Tamil documentary today and they said the guy was being filmed in front of our house. And yeah, the house was on TV. Wonder why they picked such a weird location to film an interview. But my orange house is famous! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad has a new laptop which is black and shiny and completely alluring. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm having a bad cold and cough. My body has this amazing ability to fall ill at the most crucial of times. Seriously, it happens ALL the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I go to the temple, this past 2 weeks especially, I keep hearing priests saying some blessing chants and I'm VERY sure I here PMR in the chants VERY often. I guess everyone turns holy the week before exams and starts collecting as much luck and blessings as possible. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was spring cleaning the dresser just a few minutes ago, (yes at 1 AM, I wasn't sleepy and cleaning is also a de-stressing method) and I found a tiny bottle of old nail polish and decided to paint my toes. Painted all the toes on my left foot and realized how ugly they look and decided to stop painting. So now I have metallic left toes and ordinary right toes. Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats it for now. Before I log out and hit the sack, to all Form 3's who might be reading this, the best of luck for Tuesday. May the force be with you. Or as Nicole and I say, we'll get through this, together *wipes tears dramatically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TKjDkyVo7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3vTE8tSlHjU/s1600/Photo+220_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TKjDkyVo7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3vTE8tSlHjU/s400/Photo+220_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goooood night! Mucho loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5555179870709759261?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5555179870709759261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-im-random-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5555179870709759261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5555179870709759261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-im-random-like-that.html' title='Cause I&apos;m random like that.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TKjDkyVo7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3vTE8tSlHjU/s72-c/Photo+220_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-29742740587864079</id><published>2010-09-15T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:04:48.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>sparked some realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've tried retyping this post a million times and somehow I can't seem to find a way to get this certain thought/feeling out. I'm rephrasing and digging deep in my tiny little brain to find words to describe exactly what I want to say but I've put nearly 20 minutes to waste just thinking and thinking. I may not have the best vocabulary or grammar, but I'm going to try my best to say what I want to say because it'll kill me if I don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recently, I keep realizing things. Like that tiny little lightbulb that was flickering all this while has finally started to shine, bright. I keep reading things, and seeing things that remind me a lot of how I react to things and how stupid it is. It's sorta like learning from someone else's mistakes but not just the, 'Note to self; Never wear/do/say whatever' kinda thing. It's not in that miniscule sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's like I'm just scrolling through Tumblr and feeling this annoyance and irritation towards my parents for the simple reason being them bugging me to study the whole day and I'm feeling all crappy cause my eyes are stinging after reading and answering nearly 170 geography questions and suddenly I see some rant note by some girl on my dashboard, saying exactly what I feel and after reading the whole note, it sorta sparks this realization and I now feel even crappier for being so crappy and acting so childish. &amp;nbsp;Get it? Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The same thing keeps happening so often nowadays and it's not just like the scenario I mentioned above. There are loads more things that are a tad personal to write here so I went with the least personal instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;These multiple 'encounters', as I choose to call them have sparked multiple realizations and I feel more mature now that I'm not so childish at reacting to certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope you understood what I was trying to say. I was just itching to post something here and I didn't know exactly what to say but then I had another one of those 'encounters' again and so I decided to talk about it. To many of you, intellectuals, I may not have had made much sense but I have not&amp;nbsp;acquired&amp;nbsp;that level of righteousness and wisdom yet. So for now, I'll have to talk about things like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Malaysia Day, which is tomorrow if you didn't know. It's a public holiday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-29742740587864079?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/29742740587864079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/09/sparked-some-realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/29742740587864079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/29742740587864079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/09/sparked-some-realization.html' title='sparked some realization'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6138554108833373216</id><published>2010-08-23T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:31:59.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>how my blog felt to me, then and now.</title><content type='html'>A week of trials are finally over and now I'm switching onto serious nerd mode. I've been trying to get into serious nerd mode ever since the end of last year and somehow, I keep failing. I think serious nerd mode never worked on me because there were so many fun aspects to my life like interact, debate, ELDS and "normal fun stuff we all do". So I guess, nerd mode wasn't and isn't going to be easy to achieve but I'll have to, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, let me type what I really intended to type when I took my laptop out of it's sleeve. Well, when this year started, along with the gazillion other things I wrote on my 'Resolutions for 2010' list was to put in more effort to keep this blog alive. By putting in more effort to keep this blog alive, I mean by posting more entries and expressing myself a little bit more. And clearly, that I didn't exactly do that. I've almost completely abandoned my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that for a certain period of time, my blog was on of my outlets of which I explored all these geeky HTML codes and posted some random stuff about my life. It's very ironic that at that particular time, my life was a lot more monochrome than it is today, and yet I posted much much more entries than I post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as time passed, I've grown to become a tad bit more private and maybe I prefer blabbering whatever I need to to my clique of friends instead of writing it for the whole world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any of you there who, somehow, kinda liked reading the stuff i wrote here, I'm sorry to have not been updating and posting often enough. I'm not going to try to keep this blog alive because it's pointless. I think my blog shouldn't be a burden to me and I'll keep updating whenever I feel like it. Then it'll remain as one of my creative outlets and not an obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6138554108833373216?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6138554108833373216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-my-blog-felt-to-me-then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6138554108833373216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6138554108833373216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-my-blog-felt-to-me-then-and-now.html' title='how my blog felt to me, then and now.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5643441026613450676</id><published>2010-07-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:28:34.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Better late than never, right?</title><content type='html'>It's become more and more impossible to update this blog on a regular basis. The past few weeks have been the most eventful days since the beginning of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, our (Interact Club of Assunta's) International Understanding Day was a blast. I would have to say it's been one of the best IU Day's I've ever attended (I haven't attended many, but still...), and many people will have to agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aseansgreatstart2010.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/header2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://aseansgreatstart2010.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/header2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's been one thing bugging me for sometime. It's the fact that a lot of Interactors and students forget the focus of an IU Day sometimes. Many of them have this perception that IU Days are mere shows and they serve as entertainment to the spectators.Well, I don't think that's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, IU days are held to serve a certain cause and in our case, we wanted to break two villages out of systemic poverty through economic empowerment. And I think we did a pretty good job. To date we've raised approximately 36,000 RM. That's an achievement because our initial target was only RM 20,000. Honestly, at the beginning when Sarah, our prez announced we're targeting to channel 20k to Thailand (via World Vision), I thought it was pretty impossible but now that we're almost hitting 40k, I would have to say it wasn't very hard. The best part is we all had a gREat time whilst raising the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was saying, I think a lot of people should come to understand the main purpose of an IU day and maybe stop focusing merely on the performances and stuff and maybe start shifting their attention towards the main purpose which is lending a helping hand to those who need it. I sound like an old cranky pot ruining the fun but I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;On a lighter note, we celebrated Amanda's birthday the day after IU at Tropicana City Mall. We had lunch at BadAss Cafe. The food was pretty good. I loved the Ham &amp;amp; Cheese Toast thingamajiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TEB4sPBNEMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/afQ7O7zCwqQ/s1600/Amanda%27s+15th+at+BadAss+Cafe,+Tropicana+City+Mall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TEB4sPBNEMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/afQ7O7zCwqQ/s640/Amanda%27s+15th+at+BadAss+Cafe,+Tropicana+City+Mall.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took loads of pictures and laughed about a lot of dumb things like we usually do. We post-mortemed IU day and shared all of our weird encounters and laughed more. We ate good food and went shopping later on. We practically conquered 3 fitting rooms at Kitschen and for almost an hour and no one else could use them cause the 7 of us kept alternating in and out of them with dresses, tops and whatnots. We practically raced our way to the cinema after that because we were five minutes late. Upon reaching the cinema, breathless, we found the doors still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun day and I think all of us had a great time. It was about time we all had some time-out from school and other obligations we were tied up to. I think a day at the mall was, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;I still haven't blabbered about Lit. Night and how awesome it was. I shall find time to do that a little later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TEB6cYw45GI/AAAAAAAAA44/M9HLpYsffGA/s1600/DSC06773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TEB6cYw45GI/AAAAAAAAA44/M9HLpYsffGA/s320/DSC06773.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5643441026613450676?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5643441026613450676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-late-than-never-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5643441026613450676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5643441026613450676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='Better late than never, right?'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TEB4sPBNEMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/afQ7O7zCwqQ/s72-c/Amanda%27s+15th+at+BadAss+Cafe,+Tropicana+City+Mall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5103098517281716912</id><published>2010-06-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:19:26.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Jitters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mom's finally back from Penang. My grandfather hasn't had his surgery yet. He broke his pelvic after getting hit. :'( Anyways, my mom's back from almost week of being with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today has been a pretty good day. One of the most productive of the 2 weeks of holidays. Unfortunately it also happens to be the last day of the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new semester and I hope this semester will be more productive than the one before. PMR is looming near and there's a lot of work to be done. I guess I can use all the time I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My NiE project is nowhere near done and I'm constantly scouting the net for ideas. The 500 word long article is killing me too and I hate the fact I have to do it. But well, here's to a start to feature writing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My eyes are stinging from reading,&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;telly and web-browsing (for NiE!, mind you). And the annoying clock in front of me is ticking even louder than ever, God knows why there's a sudden&amp;nbsp;amplification&amp;nbsp;of it's usual volume. It's making me even more jittery than ever of deadlines and, SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I always get jittery when it's back to school. Be it getting back to school after a weekend or a long term break, the jittery feeling is always there. It's remained ever since kindergarden and doesn't seem to have reduced one bit. Although it's the feeling has persisted for nearly thirteen years, I still can't explain why I always get that 'butterflies in your tummy' feeling. It's not like I'm scared of school or something and neither am I anxious, but the feeling doesn't seem to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Let me spend the rest of my 14 hours or so of my holidays productively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;x&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5103098517281716912?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5103098517281716912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/jitters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5103098517281716912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5103098517281716912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/jitters.html' title='Jitters.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6250800698563129196</id><published>2010-06-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:34:52.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>my prattle</title><content type='html'>I've remodeled my blog and now it's all black and white. Gives it this very editorial-ish image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the holidays have been splendid. They are coming to an end but so far they have been very relaxing (not much academics but fun nevertheless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela decided to show up at Malay tuition today. The moment she called me to tell me she'd joined was as though a miracle just happened. I pranced so happily to class for the first time. (Actually it's only my second class. But one class did quite some damage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stick around and do more of what I do best - rant, but I've gotta split. I'm ditching my Mac for football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the FIFA fever done to me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TBjgjDRYtGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YUf9bQrsMwo/s1600/Photo+74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TBjgjDRYtGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YUf9bQrsMwo/s320/Photo+74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's good to have my Mac back! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6250800698563129196?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6250800698563129196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-prattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6250800698563129196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6250800698563129196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-prattle.html' title='my prattle'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/TBjgjDRYtGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YUf9bQrsMwo/s72-c/Photo+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1452633720374281243</id><published>2010-06-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:19:16.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Why the holidays are, SWEET</title><content type='html'>Your favourite (and most probably only) rant blogger has been up to quite some stuff recently. She has gone on multiple roller-coaster rides, bought pretty vintage pendants, gone on ferry rides at midnight, fixed her laptop (&lt;b&gt;by herself&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and the help of Google&lt;/span&gt;), read (&lt;b&gt;non-academic&lt;/b&gt;) books, cheered when a team scored a goal, drank straight from drink bottles, played with her newborn cousin, and spent hours in front of the computer and television wiling away her time quite carelessly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why the holidays are, sweeeet. Waking up after 8 itself is heaven. Wait, rephrase, waking up at whatever desired time without having to drag yourself out of bed after the alarm gives it's evil screech, IS heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited for so many events. IU day is close and it's going to be THE best IU DAY in the history of IU DAYS. (&lt;a href="http://aseansgreatstart2010.wordpress.com/"&gt;Click &lt;/a&gt;and spread the hype!) And then there's Lit. Night. Which is going to be equally as awesome. :D AND PMR, I'm so-o excited for that. No, just kidding. I'm not at all looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1452633720374281243?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1452633720374281243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-holidays-are-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1452633720374281243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1452633720374281243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-holidays-are-sweet.html' title='Why the holidays are, SWEET'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6394872103987129271</id><published>2010-05-25T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:39:36.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Homework, {check!}</title><content type='html'>I'm very glad and proud to say that I am no more 'behind time' (as my mum puts it) with my homework. I've handed in every book and folio I was supposed to. (Within the stipulated deadline! :D) So I'm a happy kid now, with all that homework out've the way. Now exam cramming takes over. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty weird that when I was struggling to complete everything last week, I felt like studying for the exam would be so much better. And now that I'm done with the work and am faced with revision, I prefer doing homework. The grass is always much greener on the other side, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get on with History now. It's staring me in the eye and making me wanna run away but I'm gonna strap myself to the chair and refrain from getting up until I'm done with one chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6394872103987129271?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6394872103987129271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/homework-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6394872103987129271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6394872103987129271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/homework-check.html' title='Homework, {check!}'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5158022501282098893</id><published>2010-05-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:50:59.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>What mo(ur)nday had in store.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna take five and rant now. Just rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are killing me after standing for godknowshowlong because of the whole Teachers Day celebration at school. Plus, I climbed up to the top floor of Mutiara Block (where my class is located) almost 5 times thanks to my forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;My right arm hurts whenever I lift it because of a game of Badminton. It felt fine yesterday, but when I woke up this morning, OHGOD, I could barely lift anything. But it's almost back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to folios due tomorrow. One of which I am done with and the other, I have three more essays to write.&lt;br /&gt;I have art tomorrow. Another reason to be stressed cause,&lt;b&gt; I HATE ART&lt;/b&gt;. There. Bold and clear.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to hand in my Geography note book tomorrow and I'm left with 10 maps to draw. YES, 10, by tonight. I spent nearly an hour looking for the copy of the maps to trace and practically threw all the contents of my drawer out and yet I couldn't find it. Because it was just beside me in between some test papers. I practically screamed when I found it cause I was so flustered just thinking of what my geography teacher would do to me if I didn't hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;I have piano in about 10 minutes or so. My teacher is going to kill me for not practicing. But well, when you've got so much homework and exams are just 2 weeks away, the last thing you would want to do is practice the piano. Well, maybe people like Florence will find it soothing and all but for me, it'll probably just cause me more stress.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a sore throat, again. I just about recovered completely yesterday but I aggravated it today at the hall. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm feeling very very nauseous. I didn't eat lunch and I had a lot of bread for tea and now I feel all bloated and weird on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hasn't been a very good day. But then again, what hasn't killed me will only make me stronger, I quote my 'quotewall' above my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5158022501282098893?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5158022501282098893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-mournday-had-in-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5158022501282098893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5158022501282098893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-mournday-had-in-store.html' title='What mo(ur)nday had in store.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3297031130402027009</id><published>2010-05-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:01:51.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Not exactly.</title><content type='html'>I quote my mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Isn't exam season fun? The way we all study together. *smile*"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sis and I, *stare*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3297031130402027009?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3297031130402027009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3297031130402027009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3297031130402027009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-exactly.html' title='Not exactly.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8050157687624617404</id><published>2010-05-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:15:48.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Yawn,</title><content type='html'>What I exactly want to do now is hit the sack and sleep 'till noon. I'd come home about 2 hours ago from watching a debate round and somehow, I'm tired. Pretty impossible to be tired since you sit in this comfy seat while watching but in my defense, we were a little late and so we ran from the parking lot which was quite far away to the campus the debate was held in and we also ran to the carpark after the debate cause to avoid being caught up in a jam but sadly, we were. I'm not going to elaborate about the whole debate as there's nothing much to elaborate as debates CAN sometimes be boring to elaborate about. :P Anyways, as I was saying, I really want to sleep now but unfortunately, things like homework, tuition and chores exist. :( I have an entire Form 2 booklet to complete for tuition, I haven't ironed my uniform and I promised myself I'll get my KGT done by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats quite a bit of work so I decided to have a cuppa and now I'm going to get to work. Right after I have my few minutes of internet browsing, of course. I hate to say it but, I can't exactly function without it. :/Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is beginning to really tire me now. Toddles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8050157687624617404?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8050157687624617404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8050157687624617404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8050157687624617404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/yawn.html' title='Yawn,'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7634815860626603909</id><published>2010-05-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:16:04.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>Heat waves.</title><content type='html'>Boo. The heat is killing all the five of us here. (My grandma came down from Penang :D) God, I'm practically soaking in my shirt. We don't have air-conditioners downstairs in my house, so if I want to complete my homework without perspiring like this, I'll have to opt to go upstairs to my room but the table in my room is pretty small and my bed is just 5 inches away from it. And well, it's almost impossible to resist the temptation of fluffy pillows and very comfy comforters. Which is why I'm sweating here downstairs, on the dining table typing this post while staring at my VERY long list of to-do's for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra has only made me even more grumpy and whiny. Speaking of whiny, I've come up with a conclusion that heat causes everyone one of us, Seran's to groan and whinge. And very easily irritable.My sister was whinging cause the internet browser wasn't working and my mom was whining cause my sister got three math sums wrong (kiasuism. pssch) and I, well, I being myself, whinged more than the rest for practically no proper reason. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note : I want to go for HELP tomorrow. :( Life is so boring. It's been so long since I've watched / participated in debate. Sigh. Sadly, I've got no parental approval. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, my sister just asked me a dumb question and I told her it's to hot to think. I wonder if I can't use this excuse during exams and tuition. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the heat has fried my motherboard which is why I'm crapping. I better go now and stop boring you with all this mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7634815860626603909?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7634815860626603909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/heat-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7634815860626603909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7634815860626603909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/05/heat-waves.html' title='Heat waves.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2376062600748327720</id><published>2010-04-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:08:42.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>THE WEEKEND IS FINALLY HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE WEEKEND IS FINALLY HERE!&lt;/b&gt; :D &lt;i&gt;{For emphasis effect}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but the weekends NEVER fail to excite me despite the fact I spend most of the weekend completing my homework (or sleeping or attending school events). I guess the best part about the weekends is not having to wake up at an unGodly hour of 6.00AM to go to school. To go to school only to go for my duty at that forlorn guardian class of mine. -.- Well, in my defense, I'm finally beginning to like the kids there. Well, not really but I guess it's not all that forlorn to me, it can be kinda fun at times. Especially when I walk in in the morning and most of 'em go, "PENGAWAS, nail clipper". A very original 'Good Morning', in my opinion. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I haven't been up to much lately. Not a very eventful week but not a boring one, nevertheless. Tuition is killing my brain cells though. I hate the fact that all the people in my Math and Science tuition class are mega brainy acts that absorb everything so quickly. I on the other hand, well, I'm just a little slow. :( But whats life without challenges right? (Do you sense the optimism in me? Newly embedded spirit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm, that's all for now. And before I sign off, lemme just say, really briefly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1672696207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://aseansgreatstart2010.wordpress.com/"&gt;SUPPORT ICSMKA'S IU DAY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2376062600748327720?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2376062600748327720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2376062600748327720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2376062600748327720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-is-finally-here.html' title='THE WEEKEND IS FINALLY HERE!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1063408995740882732</id><published>2010-04-28T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:02:59.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>I cleaned my room.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend. Yeah I know, it's a &lt;i&gt;little &lt;/i&gt;late but better late than never right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come to a certain point in life where I couldn't care less about my room. My wardrobe was almost completely empty because all my washed 'home clothes' would be chucked in this brown basket beside this cloth rack where all my 'going out clothes' will be very untidily arranged. And my dresser was also covered with scrunchies and bottles and pins and all the whatnot's. From loose change to accessories everything would be on my dresser. Then my table, that was kind of a mess to. I had like books and stray paper and more whatnot's covering the entire tabletop. The only that would be perfectly tidy and welcoming would be my, BED. The most important piece of furniture in my room. The absolute essential piece of furniture that helps me, sustain life. {maybe I exaggerated a little, but just a little} :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was sitting on my bed like I always do, on a Saturday evening, looking in the mirror directly opposite me, I thought about how neat I used to keep my room in primary school. About how tidy and prim it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(*&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt; : I used to be a ma-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ajor&lt;/span&gt; 'keep your room clean' orator between my friends. I actually used to tidy up &lt;a href="http://heythisisnotablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hon Paige's&lt;/a&gt; room a little when I visit her. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I somehow had this jolt of energy and spirit to tidy things up. AND I did it. For {.i.forgot.how.many.hours.}, without even having dinner. I didn't let anyone in until the grand revealing. I was kinda happy actually. :) I even tidies all the drawers and cupboards, okay. It's not like some &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;CheatOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;™.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9ek_dp73XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TdUc9h9qi7s/s1600/_DSC6199-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9ek_dp73XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TdUc9h9qi7s/s400/_DSC6199-edit.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh oh, and I even used brand new sheets my mom bought me. With &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;PINK &lt;/b&gt;roses. :) And I also added a new lamp and folded and sorted all the laundry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elC2o0C2I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Xv9_ZCl2kjo/s1600/_DSC6214-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elC2o0C2I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Xv9_ZCl2kjo/s400/_DSC6214-edit.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elFJAn_KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XBv9r0b3GRg/s1600/_DSC6216-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elFJAn_KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XBv9r0b3GRg/s400/_DSC6216-edit.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elHGF-2AI/AAAAAAAAA1g/h_MyFzQTFx8/s1600/-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9elHGF-2AI/AAAAAAAAA1g/h_MyFzQTFx8/s400/-edit.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Actually, it's not &lt;i&gt;THAT &lt;/i&gt;great &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, it's just an improvement. Like a small face lift not a complete makeover or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1063408995740882732?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1063408995740882732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cleaned-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1063408995740882732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1063408995740882732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cleaned-my-room.html' title='I cleaned my room.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S9ek_dp73XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TdUc9h9qi7s/s72-c/_DSC6199-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3296486809156494710</id><published>2010-04-28T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:29:11.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Bonds that'll never be broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{This was meant to be posted yesterday evening} &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey. It's been long since I've blogged. And now I finally am. It's funny how I tend to neglect my blog most when I've a 1001 blog worthy things going on. But, oh wells, it feels good to be back in connection. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole afternoon talking to mom. Somehow, Form 3 made me feel very far from her. Like as though school, technology and friends have built a pretty big wall in between the both of us. I realized that that had made me feel very lonely and because of that loneliness in me I tend to do weird things, things that I'm not very proud of. But just to assure you guys 'things that I'm not proud of' aren't scandalous things. They're very minuscule things for most fifteen year olds', but well, not for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I, we share this very complex and complicating relationship that many won't understand. Unlike most kids nowadays, I tell my mom everything. Everything meaning things worth telling not how many times I pee-ed or what I learned for math. ;) So yeah, it was really nice to have one of those long talks again. Even if it's going to cause me not sleeping the whole night to complete my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to mom I also feel very fresh and somehow, energized. Like there was this whole big thundercloud floating above my head and it is finally gone. You know that kinda feeling. Like everything is just so, &lt;b style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;clear&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll have to go now. But you can expect more posts from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3296486809156494710?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3296486809156494710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/bonds-thatll-never-be-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3296486809156494710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3296486809156494710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/bonds-thatll-never-be-broken.html' title='Bonds that&apos;ll never be broken.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3786719631406527530</id><published>2010-04-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:45:20.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahh!</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m feeling really sleepy and tired right now. As though I&amp;#39;ve just run a marathon or something. I don&amp;#39;t really remember doing anything that tiring today and I had an hour long nap in the afternoon. :/ As much as I want to sleep, I can&amp;#39;t yet. I haven&amp;#39;t completed my KGT and if I don&amp;#39;t my teacher&amp;#39;ll turn me to pork roast somehow. AND, I have laundry to fold, iron and sort. It&amp;#39;s been accumalating over the pass week and now I have three baskets full till the brink staring at me as I type this. My room is a complete mess to. The drawers are stuffed with junk and there are hangers and what nots all over the floor.&lt;p&gt;On Thursday, I couldn&amp;#39;t locate my socks in the morning so I scrambled through all the laundry baskets and my wardrobe creating a mess. My room looked like a tornado had just hit it when I left for school. The sheets were&amp;#39;nt done and the table had a 101 things from chargers to my blowdrying kit. I only came home at about 8:15 after school and tuition right after and I got a shock. It was super neat. Everything was neat. From my bed to my bathroom. Squeky clean. The cleaner paid a visit and I felt so bad for leaving my room in such a mess. The poor person would have gone through hell. :( I&amp;#39;m still feeling guilty. Sigh.&lt;p&gt;Right. I better get going. I&amp;#39;m even sleepier now.&lt;p&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3786719631406527530?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3786719631406527530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/gahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3786719631406527530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3786719631406527530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/gahh.html' title='Gahh!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1090948318922573530</id><published>2010-04-10T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:12:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Sports Day fatigue</title><content type='html'>*Was supposed to post this up on Thursday but I forgot. :)&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s 9:35 now and I am finally on my bed after a very long day. 9:35 would actually seem really early to sleep on normal days but today, 9:35 seems like it&amp;#39;s 3:35. Basically, I&amp;#39;m exhausted after marching for nearly 3 hours, 2 hours of math tuition and working on Clare house decorations for the rest of the day. My legs are aching and my muscles feel like they&amp;#39;ve been streched to the ultimate limit. My right hand is numb and by the time I was done shampooing my hair, it felt like it was going to just, crack. The rest of my body feels good though. I had an hour long bath, scrubbing paint off my legs and getting glitter dust out of my hair and every other part of my body. It&amp;#39;d been long since I had such a refreshing and truly relaxing.&lt;p&gt;Well, like I mentioned before, I am really tired and have had a million and one things to do today. If I want to get to school by 5 without major eyebags, I better get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;Let me have my 6 hours of bliss now. Shoo!&lt;p&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1090948318922573530?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1090948318922573530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-sports-day-fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1090948318922573530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1090948318922573530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-sports-day-fatigue.html' title='Pre-Sports Day fatigue'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5425503426369243600</id><published>2010-04-07T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:42:14.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Soaked in interact spirit!</title><content type='html'>I've finally found the time and inspiration to actually open this window and type something out for my blog. It's been crazy. It's only been 3 months or so since school re-opened and Form 3 life is best described by the word, hectic. :) Anywhoo, it's kinda nice having a busy life. As absurd as it sounds, I'd have to agree that I have had loads of fun and gained memories in this 3 months worth of assiduousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few updates on what Sugi has been up to recently (well, not soo recently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interact Charity Concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the week started off with two days of hardcore exam papers. And then another three sad days of regretting not putting enough effort into my academics. :( Then finally, the week ended, with a much awaited concert. I overslept cause I couldn't sleep the night before and so I didn't have time to blow my hair thoroughly and I reached school with nice hair but 10 minutes upon reaching my hair was a disaster. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to tie it. Anyways, the concert was pretty good. I didn't have much expectations because I didn't go for it the year before. A number of people said it wasn't as good this year but I guess it was okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (A few Assuntarians) conquered two rows of seats and i bet the Sri Amanians in front of us were deaf by the end of the concert. I'm sure my high pitched screech would have gone piercing through their violently vibrating eardrums. Hah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much got trampled when we were entering. Well not exactly trampled but, squished and pushed. *&lt;b&gt;NOTE&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;i&gt;Never wear open toed flats to a concert&lt;/i&gt;. So many big dudes, as I wish to call them, stepped on me. The pain. Reminds me of the Forensics experience. Two blisters that took a month for me to recover from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interact Day Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS UBER FUN! Really! I had a blast. I was a little sad that none of my friends were in the same group as I was in - The Crazy Donkeys, but then I ended up having a really good time screaming 'Ee-yor' and shaking my butt that had an orange tail hanging from. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point we were needed to answer questions by running to a certain chair (Right and Wrong). The question I got was going to take long to find the answer so intead, my group told me to just run to any random chair, and my answer was wrong so I had a whole cup of flour solution and leaves poured on me. It felt good. The sun was blazing and the water felt like heaven. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this water fight game where every group was supposed to shield their flag from the water and we had this genius plan that sadly didn't work out in the end. :/ But it was still fun getting dodged with water balloons and, by the end of the day everyone was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in interact spirit! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5425503426369243600?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5425503426369243600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/soaked-in-interact-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5425503426369243600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5425503426369243600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/04/soaked-in-interact-spirit.html' title='Soaked in interact spirit!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5606794750139310597</id><published>2010-03-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:38:12.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>Horrendous mournings, continue</title><content type='html'>Hello-o there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just keeping it short, simple but, not exactly sweet today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M SCREWED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am. Some terrorist may very well come and kill me now, before my history and geography papers do tomorrow. :( My history is horrible. The stchupid Malayan Union crap is giving me headaches and putting me to sleep. God, I wish history were in English. Maybe then I'd actually understand whatthehell the textbook is trying to convey. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a long nap, and yes you're right, history DID put me to sleep. And I'm feeling so grumpy now. I just feel like ranting, like I felt yesterday. After tomorrow, I'll be posting up happier posts with pictures because, &lt;b&gt;TERM TEST ONE = OVERR! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But then again, I may not be alive after my History paper. It's gonna shoot me in the head. Well actually, I'm kinda gonna 'tembak' it but, anyways, it's still gonna keeel me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute cramming sucks bytheway. :( I was reading my textbook, and my dad came home from work with Time and I got diverted. Instead of reading about the "Keganasan 14 Hari" I was reading why failing isn't that bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've wasted enough time and if I don't get something productive done, I'm really screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I say bye, with a little 'x' I'm with Hon Paige for the whole pyramid of :('s. Here's my pyramid of :('s for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;): ):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;): ): ):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;): ): ): ):):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;): ): ): ): ): ):):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5606794750139310597?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5606794750139310597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrendous-mournings-continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5606794750139310597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5606794750139310597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrendous-mournings-continue.html' title='Horrendous mournings, continue'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2595677485581637513</id><published>2010-03-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:04:25.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendous math mournings.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I&amp;#39;m suppose to be in school in T-minus 7 hours to sit for my math tests. I.am.so.screwed.&lt;p&gt;You see, I hate math and somehow I never seem to understand it. It&amp;#39;s like I have a mental math block in my brain or something. :( It&amp;#39;s even weirder that my dad loves math and is pretty good at it but not a tinkle of that love for math can be found in me. I did pretty well for my last math exam. I slogged my butt of and studied and really worked hard. I haven&amp;#39;t practiced much for this test and so I predict that I am going to flunk it. :&amp;#39;(&lt;p&gt;Just felt like ranting. It&amp;#39;s been sometime since I complained. So... bye then!&lt;p&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2595677485581637513?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2595677485581637513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrendous-math-mournings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2595677485581637513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2595677485581637513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrendous-math-mournings.html' title='Horrendous math mournings.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1722858611896545335</id><published>2010-03-17T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:07:12.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Baby buddy bonding time</title><content type='html'>Monday and tuesday had been very mundane. Nothing fun and blogworthy. All I did was just sleep, study and chill. :P No funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally caught up with my baby buddy, Jaspreet. It had been nearly 4 years since the last time we spent some quality time together. Fun just lepak-ing, sharing stories and mamak-ing. We actually became close friends cause of our moms who were best friends. We were really close last time. Then, I guess we were just caught up with our own worldly problems and life became wayyy busier for the both of us families. I still remember the days we visited the park near their house every fortnight and the fun we had, feeding turtles and just chasing each other around the bushes. And, we had a blast pretending to be Totally Spies. I was Clover (the hair), Jaspreet was Sam and my Sis was Alex. Jaspreet's bro used to play Jerry although, he wasn't very interested in our game. He prefered playing Hide-and-Seek. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day. I'm using the word fun to much. I'm actually typing this on my phone and am curently in the toilet. Ok, too much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And-knee-ways, I realised how much I miss her and aunty Karam's company now that we'd finally picked a date to meet up. We always hung at their place and while our mom's had their evening chai* we used to build 'matress slides' on the staircase and quench our thirst after playing in miloshakes. :P&lt;br /&gt;I hope we don't loose contact again. It's been such a waste that we had to sacrifice 4 years worth of memories for things like UPSR and housework. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a happyday. Let's see what tomorrow has in store for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1722858611896545335?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1722858611896545335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-buddy-bonding-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1722858611896545335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1722858611896545335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-buddy-bonding-time.html' title='Baby buddy bonding time'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2853601065328658335</id><published>2010-03-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:30:25.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Drenched in sunshine</title><content type='html'>Hey, I've been going through another one of those 'busy' phases which is why my blog has been dead for a while. Speaking of which, you guys should probably get used to that. Blogging isn't one of my priorities anymore and well, I've got a bunch of other things on my plate. I'm not going to completely betray my blog but I'll just update once in a while when I've actually got something to say and time in hand. Quite a few things have happened since the last blog post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Annual school carnival day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turned out to be a pretty crappy day was actually one of the best in the year so far. It was raining as soon as I reached school and I got myself completely drenched in rainwater and my shoes were soaking in disgusting field mud. I decided to help Divania with her game and I thought she'd be done by then and all I had to do was collect coupons. Boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her and Rheena set the game up from scratch. The balloons didn't want to expand when they were filled and some junior accidentally sprayed water on me, hence, I got even more drenched. When we finally got the whole balloon filling thing sorted out, we went to get the board which was to act as a spine to keep the plywood with pins and balloons in place. The board was too small. So we had to search for our class teacher who was no where to be found and when we found her she sorted the whole thing out and got us permission to take the big whiteboard. *Note : It hadn't stopped raining. We were still drenched and got even more drenched. We somehow managed to carry that big board onto the field with the help of a few friends. Then we realized the plywood had no hole and so we had to tie it with rafia string onto the whiteboard. Just so you know, they plywood, isn't exactly plywood it's more of big fat heavy thick wood with pokey splinters. Finally, the sun came out and everything was settled. The balloons were tied, the board was stable and we were ready to get going! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God people actually played the game after all that trouble we went through. We got like 3 tupperwares of coupons! Sadly, this time the Sun was beginning to kill us. It was schorching hot and most of us hadn't even had breakfast. But anyways, after the game was done we had a few water balloons left. You can guess what happened after. We attacked each other and I went home looking like I peed in my pants and my white tee was light blue. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who were suppose to help Divania clean up sort of ditched her so Rheena, Jas, Dhanyaa, and few others helped her instead. It was really tiring. We were really sucked dry and I practically carried three bags of rubbish to the dumping area. Poor Rheena looked like she was at the verge of fainting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival Day 2010 was uber tiring but it sure came with a bag of gags and a whole lot of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Term Test 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, exams started. :/ Bleah. I'm going to be having the worst term break ever. :( I just hope I spend my time well and complete my revision ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for today. I&amp;nbsp; have a few pictures but I'll post it later if I'm free. I haven't had lunch so I'd better go before my mom screams my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x, sugi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2853601065328658335?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2853601065328658335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drenched-in-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2853601065328658335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2853601065328658335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/03/drenched-in-sunshine.html' title='Drenched in sunshine'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-116564677769900490</id><published>2010-02-28T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:31:01.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>I have this thing for animals, you see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S4lHkNIb9oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Mc8vFJuDTG0/s1600-h/_DSC1829bla.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S4lHkNIb9oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Mc8vFJuDTG0/s320/_DSC1829bla.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this thing for animals. I really think I do. Somehow, lot's of things I do are related to animals. My way of life itself speaks a lot about my &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;PIG&lt;/span&gt;gyness. :) *oink* No, I'm serious, other than the fact that I'm born in the year of the PIG I also resemble it a lot in terms of it's lazyness. All though, my room isn't covered in mud and I have proper ways so defecating. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I like animal prints. I don't own much clothes of animal prints but, whatev's. I still love animal prints. :) *hintBLOGSKINhint*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've realised that nowadays I'm always being referred to and always refer to people as animals. Steph (aka CHEEcken) call's me Sugipig. And, Divania, whom I refer to as Ostrich every once in a while call's me Ele, which is short for Elephant and the both of us call Sin Yee, Chipmunk. Oh yeah, and I call one of my friend Mousie cause she looks like a tiny mouse with her sharp nose and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I prefer learning biology on animals than plants. Animals are so much cooler (for the lack of a proper adjective) than boring plants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the third paragraph of this post, you might think I'm a complete lunatic and am not very human. Well, DO THAT, cause I am very, insane (at times). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till' then. &lt;b&gt;RAWR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-116564677769900490?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/116564677769900490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/animals-rawrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/116564677769900490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/116564677769900490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/animals-rawrr.html' title='I have this thing for animals, you see.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S4lHkNIb9oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Mc8vFJuDTG0/s72-c/_DSC1829bla.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-422017276512732661</id><published>2010-02-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:34:34.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Cause I'm random like that,</title><content type='html'>The government decided to give all of us overworked students a long weekend this week. :) Long weekends are just the best way to, (if you were getting ready to hear me say rest, rewind and relax, WRONG) finish all the week's worth of procrastinated homework and other extra work. But then again, if you finish your homework within the weekdays, you could relax and rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say my homework pile has decreased leaving me with, geography, math (I never run out of math work -.-), and ART! ART is worst than FART! (ok, that was dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other random spurts of today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom friend recommended me to her agent friend for a Horlicks commercial. :( I would love to go but my acting career started and ended with the skit we did in Form 2. I played some lonely kid suspected of having AIDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx2fw59VCD1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx2fw59VCD1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in love with all those tumblr-ish quotes now. The very flowery yet cut and dry teen ones. For a while I was so into all those long winded ones by old dudes, now I'm into the more practical ones that I can relate to. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate Chapter 4 of Science Form 3, I just detest it because, I get really confused with everything. Which reminds me of Archanaa and all the fun she gives us when we're learning chapter 4, one day she pronounced gametes as "gamatess" and the other one, isn't very appropriate to type her because, I don't want to ruin her reputation.;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3669427430_3506924b4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3669427430_3506924b4e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canary yellow post it's are very distracting at times. You just want to slab some on the most random of places with the most random of messages at the most random of times. "I love homework" is slabbed upon my desk. And the other day we stuck, "I think I'm Cool" on Shivaani's back which caused some damage. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think global warming is at it's peak right now. It's been so warm for the past few days. Either that or I'm just walking up and down stairs wayyy to much.:P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And, you might've realized the blog revamp. I'm still not pleased. In the midst of tweaking everything to place and the pages section / navigation just up there is a little screwed up, so just don't mind. The cbox will be back soon, meanwhile, take it back old school and comment down there with blogger's default comment widget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo credits : &lt;a href="http://bluquote.tumblr.com/"&gt;xo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dylanphotography/3669427430/"&gt;xo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-422017276512732661?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/422017276512732661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-im-random-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/422017276512732661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/422017276512732661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-im-random-like-that.html' title='Cause I&apos;m random like that,'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3669427430_3506924b4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1977347997235512730</id><published>2010-02-20T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:51:26.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><title type='text'>Of two's, tigers and trouble</title><content type='html'>Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;A week of schoolless-ness has passed so quickly. :( Happens every term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework pile is gradually decreasing but at a snail's pace nevertheless. I'm forced to live with two very "generous" tutors who fret less before assigning heaps and heaps of worksheets as homework. Looking at them (the worksheets, i mean) drowns my spirits and makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not as bad as Kumon. I used to go for Kumon a long time ago, and it was terrible. :( I had plotted all these schemes to miss Kumon or atleast, not do the work. I had all these stomach ache charades and phony migraines to skip. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was very much enjoyable. Interact had organized this Ultimate Giver project and had reached out to five homes in one day. Pretty cool. Divania and I went to PECH. We thought it'll be boring and we'll be very "sesat" since almost all our friends are in Comm. Service and we were in Finance but, it turned out to be pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="one" height="400" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4372181218_fea2119955_o.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;img alt="two" height="400" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4371430973_83a6ba1505_o.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PECH kids were cleaning their store that day and we were to help them before proceeding to our other activities. The store was terrible, everyone was battling cockroaches and this big box had like hundreds of them and they all started flying out. Geez. Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="three" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4372180890_a7f2491d20_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'kid' was really naughty. And, he liked two of everything. From colouring outlines to chocolates, everything had to be more than one. AND, he loved tigers. He wouldn't play the newspaper game until we found him a newspaper with a tiger on it. He also made Divania paint a tiger on his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S39nM9NcfdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/80L5Z1Hi3s0/s1600-h/_DSC4982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S39nM9NcfdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/80L5Z1Hi3s0/s400/_DSC4982.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1977347997235512730?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1977347997235512730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-twos-tigers-and-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1977347997235512730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1977347997235512730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-twos-tigers-and-trouble.html' title='Of two&apos;s, tigers and trouble'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/S39nM9NcfdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/80L5Z1Hi3s0/s72-c/_DSC4982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6518299367443875600</id><published>2010-02-20T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:26:09.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Hope you're,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;feeling the love for pink, cause I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6518299367443875600?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6518299367443875600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/hope-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6518299367443875600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6518299367443875600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/hope-youre.html' title='Hope you&apos;re,'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5604132915322029140</id><published>2010-02-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>quickie.</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been long hasn't it? The last time I logged onto my blogger dashboard and produced a post was nearly 3 weeks ago. Well after I published my last post, I pretty much devoted my 24 hours to debate and after debate was overr, I spent the next week catching up on all the homework I missed and had formed a giant pile. I was drowning in a SEA of work, as how Sarah puts it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, finally, that one heck of a week has passed. I'm so glad I have a week worth of schoolless-ness to finish my homework and pull myself together.It was so bad that I slept at 3.30 three days in a row, trying to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio has been a very good friend though. I never really listened to the radio for quite sometime, but it's recently been my only company at the wee hours. Taylor Swift is just ... awesome. (You see, no matter how many long bombastic words the dictionary may have, some of the words that best describe the way you feel may just be the most ordinary ones.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sign off here. I'm just wayy to sleepy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9100000/blow-a-kiss-taylor-swift-9158132-300-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9100000/blow-a-kiss-taylor-swift-9158132-300-400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vday / CNY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxtwhmyh321qzzp48o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxtwhmyh321qzzp48o1_500.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5604132915322029140?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5604132915322029140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5604132915322029140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5604132915322029140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/02/quickie.html' title='quickie.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1464021405234024263</id><published>2010-01-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>vice-versa</title><content type='html'>HEYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I updated was like eons ago, so i guess I owe this blog another post. :) Life's just been so busy lately. I've always had a very relaxed schedule and now that debate has come up I'm just always busy. I'll have to accept the fact that my time managing skills are a little, ... horrible! But, I'm working on it. My biggest minus point right now is my ability to SLEEP. Remember how I used to complain about not being able to sleep, now, I'm not able to stay awake. I am always sleepy, God knows why. I succumb to sleep ever so easily, the bed is just so tempting. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot I want to say, just no time. &lt;br /&gt;So, thats all for now, I've gotta get back to researching China and it's environment. So long people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1464021405234024263?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1464021405234024263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/vice-versa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1464021405234024263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1464021405234024263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/vice-versa.html' title='vice-versa'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2785213363683254955</id><published>2010-01-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>I'm lovin' this semi-busy life of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’ve just realized how annoyingly boring some rant posts can be. I just read this blog, and the author has like this really screwed fickle mind, and can’t decide whether she is happy or not. And, she claims she loves to write but no offence, but she’s so boring. No humour, no bombastic big words, no pictures. Bo-oring! But who am I to judge right, I’m not Kenny Sia or someone like that with a million hits. And, my blog is basically pretty mundane as well. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, well anyways, back to updates, if that’s whatcha call it. School has been FUN! But tiring and sad. And yet FUN! And, I’m not just saying this because I’m trying to optimistic ‘bout my life and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Assunta Spirit Week&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My school is probably one of the only schools in Malaysia that celebrates one week of pure school patriotism. Everyone is soaked in school spirit and the feeling is just in the air. Loves. Dress-up days were awesome. Everyone in my class was super semangat after badge day. Two pony tails day was like epic. The whole school looked so cute and it totally brought back memories of kindergarten. :D It would have been even more epic if the teachers tied their hair in two’s also. XD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And the band played for the closing ceremony. Everyone just loves the band. They’re so pro compared to me and my miserable piano playing skills. :P AND, Sister Enda also joined in the festivities. She is super cute lah. :) Even cuter when she speaks malay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She’s really kinda sorta, I don’t know how to put this but, I think – old, but she’s still so spirited and young inside. She sings and swings her hands about, it’s just so … so… COOL. Makes me wonder how I’ll be at that age, all wrinkly and bald. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Great, the neighbor just turned his wi-fi off. The wi-fi downstairs is turned off and I am too chickened to go down now. Just so you know, I’m typing this post for your entertainment at 1 o’clock in the morning on Word. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;SEA Forensics Tournament&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Debate, is sucking the hell out’ve my already sucked dry partner and I! We’ve been so lazy lately and homework is pilling up. After getting done with almost everything, the second wave of homework will arrive and the cycle never ends. I’m really scared now because, the debate is so near and we’re so unprepared and my mom is the most unsupportive person at times like this. =.=&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Well anyways, we’ve got to work our butts off. NO PAIN, NO GAIN! :D We work well under pressure. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I think these 450 odd words have made up a decent post and I’m off now to get as much rest as possible. I have a seminar to attend tomorrow! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I'm lovin' this semi-busy life of mine! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;xo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2785213363683254955?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2785213363683254955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lovin-this-semi-busy-life-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2785213363683254955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2785213363683254955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lovin-this-semi-busy-life-of-mine.html' title='I&amp;#39;m lovin&amp;#39; this semi-busy life of mine'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-9087022139593548062</id><published>2010-01-20T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update.</title><content type='html'>HEYY.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been on a pretty long hiatus but back, nevertheless. :) School has been crazy. Crazy good and crazy baddd. :( It&amp;#39;s been pretty demanding and I find myself staying back 3/4 of the days for extra curicullar stuff, like debate.&lt;p&gt;Debate. Debate. DEBATE! So not ready to get our butts kicked at ISKL. Archanaa and I have to work, harder. I have to. :)&lt;p&gt;AND, i&amp;#39;m trying to be an optimistic person. No more pessimist. No more whining, complaining and groaning. If you didn&amp;#39;t know, I moan and groan, A LOT. So from now on, I&amp;#39;m gonna look at everything from a positive point of view. :D Let&amp;#39;s see if it lasts. It will.&lt;p&gt;ASSUNTA SPIRIT WEEEEEEEK is on now. And so much fun stuff is going on. :D The whole dressup days idea is very awesome. I like. Sadly, I&amp;#39;m about the only one all semangat-ed in my class. :D&lt;p&gt;Thats all for now. Typing this text in my phone numbed my right arm. :P&lt;p&gt;Gnights!&lt;p&gt;xo,&lt;br&gt;Sukirtha Seran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-9087022139593548062?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/9087022139593548062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/9087022139593548062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/9087022139593548062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-update.html' title='Short update.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5494154424211397839</id><published>2010-01-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to form 3</title><content type='html'>yellow. I&amp;#39;m supposed to be sleeping right now cause school is in t-minus 8 hours away. *freaksout* It&amp;#39;s just really hard for me to sleep. Haih. Wait, rephrase, it&amp;#39;s just hard for me to sleep when i&amp;#39;m supposed to sleep. Haih.&lt;p&gt;Well, anyways, I&amp;#39;m kinda excited for school. Y&amp;#39;know first day in morning session.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna go off now. Have a great semester all!&lt;br&gt;xo,&lt;br&gt;Sukirtha Seran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5494154424211397839?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5494154424211397839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-to-form-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5494154424211397839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5494154424211397839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-to-form-3.html' title='Countdown to form 3'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3353949278253609889</id><published>2010-01-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><content type='html'>This is my first post of 2010, although it's no big deal. But anyways, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years day turned out pretty okay. We were supposed to actually go for a countdown but were stuck in a bad jam so instead "patah balik-ed". I was pretty disappointed that we didn't get to see the fireworks display and stuff but as we were driving home and it struck 12, the road (which was more or less empty) we were on had a good view of the display. So we just stopped by the road and watched. I took a few pics which turned out super noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, truth to be told, having just stepped into a whole new year seams pretty nice. It feels like an empty canvas, waiting to be painted. And I guess, I can paint whatever I want to. Well, I hope it turns out a pretty picture at the end of this year. (Feeling so metaphoric cause of the music playing from my sis's computer game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with all the new year whoopee. It's time for a brand new semester. Buckle up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : HOLY CAMOLY, SCHOOLS STARTING IN 2 DAYS TIME! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3353949278253609889?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3353949278253609889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3353949278253609889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3353949278253609889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8943014371630813717</id><published>2009-12-31T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Szy9A_NfWnI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lTM_1-N9u44/s1600-h/2009+wrapup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Szy9A_NfWnI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lTM_1-N9u44/s640/2009+wrapup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOODBYE 2009!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A brief mosaic of 2009. Not much pics cause my hard disk crashed and I only have limited pics on this hard disk. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8943014371630813717?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8943014371630813717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/mosaics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8943014371630813717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8943014371630813717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/mosaics.html' title='Mosaics.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Szy9A_NfWnI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lTM_1-N9u44/s72-c/2009+wrapup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7858770176202510701</id><published>2009-12-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>The last post of the year.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Here I am, sitting on the couch watching HSM3, and typing my last post of this year. This, is, the, last, post, of, year, 2009. This is the last 2 hours of 2009. {Wow, over dramatic much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, we are 3 hours away from a new year. Although I'm sitting for the dreadful P(ee)MR next year, I'm still pretty excited for what 2010 has in store for me. :) I'm sure we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my resolutions for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To practice the piano more.&lt;/b&gt; This has been my new years / holidays / after exam resolution for many years now. But I'm going to get myself to it this year. *fingers crossed*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To keep my room / study table / shelves clean and neat at all times under all circumstances.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To, well,&lt;/b&gt; (it's pretty obvious) &lt;b&gt;get straight A's for PMR and work my butt off for it.&lt;/b&gt; *fingers and everything else crossable crossed*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To go for walks atleast thrice a week.&lt;/b&gt; This was one of my resolutions last year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To KEEP THIS BLOG MORE UP AND ALIVE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO GROW TALLER&lt;/b&gt;. This is an absolute must. *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put my DSLR to use.&lt;/b&gt; It's just lying around nowadays. Untouched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To talk less and do more.&lt;/b&gt; I think I waste 3/4 of my energy blabbering crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make a large collage of pictures and framing it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be a nicer&lt;/b&gt; (and less sarcastic) &lt;b&gt;person&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, those are my 10 resolutions for 2010. :D I have a few more *secret* resolutions which will remain *secret*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a puhreety different year. Very different compared to all my other years schooling. Good different, and bad different. I'll miss it but, like Bill Vaughan says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in.&amp;nbsp; A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy New Year everyone! :) Let 2010 rock! \m/ (harder than '09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sukirtha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7858770176202510701?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7858770176202510701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7858770176202510701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7858770176202510701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='The last post of the year.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4584187745549585586</id><published>2009-12-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah...</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having very bad stomach cramps right now. Honestly, why my menses always be like hell for me. I don't even know if I can make it for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, we caught Sherlock Holmes. My mom named it a must watch being a fan of the mystery genre. She used to be this Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie geek when she was young. Wait, and Famous 5, Secret 7, etc. I guess the movie was pretty good. Holmes is just genius. It's scary how he lays on the details of total strangers about their background and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's the last day of 2009. Honestly speaking, 2009 was a pretty screwed up year. Not as good as 2008. But still, it was fun. I'll miss being part of JPB. The financial consultant of the JPB 08/09 AND 09/10. Hey, i did quite some work for them okay. They better be thankful. All those torturous trips to Mydin and pouch filling I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, being in 2A1. It's been awesome being in 2A1. Sure the whole school calls us nerds and stuff but hey, we have our fun too you know. And I quote Bill Gates, "Don't make fun of nerds. You'll most probably be working for one." ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. My cramps are killing the hell out've me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4584187745549585586?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4584187745549585586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/gah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4584187745549585586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4584187745549585586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/gah.html' title='Gah...'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3594008111059901352</id><published>2009-12-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la</title><content type='html'>So, before it strikes twelve let me wish you a Merry Christmas. Well, i don&amp;#39;t exactly celebrate Christmas but in Malaysia everybody celebrates everything right? It&amp;#39;s nice to just join in the festivities. Sadly, this year the only thing Christmas-y are my red shorts. :P&lt;p&gt;We were actually supposed to go for a party but my cousin was coming over so we went for some dinner instead. I expected it  to be a complete bore but it actually was kinda fun. And my other cousin turned up too. The food was good. The sad thing is, I always end up being the one that gets teased. Its always Archanaa or my dad who are the tease-rs.&lt;p&gt;I have this reallyyyy huge pimple on my forehead. Its exactly in the middle. Like some oddly shaped bindhi or something. That was random.&lt;p&gt;Well, anyway, i&amp;#39;m off now, to sleep. So hope you enjoy your last hour of christmas day. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3594008111059901352?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3594008111059901352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3594008111059901352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3594008111059901352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5574262432549786981</id><published>2009-12-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Petty Comparisons</title><content type='html'>Yet another week has passed by, so quickly. It's scary how time is just flying so fast. As everyday passes I'm another day closer to what seams like doom to every (soon to be) 15 year old Malaysian teen- PMR. At the rate that I'm going, the future just seams like a big bleak hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's always two ways to look at this whole scenario. One, you get frustrated thinking holidays are almost over and you haven't been revising. Two, you enjoy the holidays with the excuse of having a last chance to "relax". I'm on neither side. I'm just weird. I waste time, recklessly and then mull over it and regret and by doing that I waste more time and it's like this never ending circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new wake up time is an hour before lunch time. And to think that I'll have to wake up before the sun rises next year just scares me. O.O When school was still on, I used to sleep at very ungodly hours. I just used to sit on my red chair and nerd or blog or just think or do homework or count money. And then I wake up at 7:30 AM and stalk people from my window for fifteen minutes. :P It's fun to stalk people from MY window. I can't tell you why because then you'll know where I live. :P I used to have only a small fraction of the sleep I have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crap from the crapaholic. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5574262432549786981?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5574262432549786981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/petty-comparisons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5574262432549786981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5574262432549786981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/petty-comparisons.html' title='Petty Comparisons'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3251630391056442396</id><published>2009-12-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><title type='text'>Byebye 5200 ;)</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, I have finally gotten rid of that Nokia 5200. And I've got a better phone now, Nokia also. It's the Nokia 5530 XpressMusic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4186712915/" title=":) by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt=":)" height="348" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4186712915_2a90a79d2b_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty neat device, really. I actually asked my dad for a Blackberry after being brainwashed by all those Tweeple who have BB's and tweet about the greatness of a BB. But after sometime, I decided that a BB isn't ideal for me. The main reason is because my dad wasn't going to subscribe for packet data for me. Which means I can only use the internet on my BB at wi-fi hotspots. So there wasn't really any point on spending 1000+ for it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was browsing the web to find the perfect phone (sort of) and finally decided the best phone for me right now is the Nokia 5530.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4186713411/" title=":) by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt=":)" height="348" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4186713411_bc53acf78f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this is one of the only phones that enables you to access the internet through wi-fi below a thousand ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4187476516/" title="Hey, I'm on FB! by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hey, I'm on FB!" height="348" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4187476516_6e1e3550f5_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a 3G phone and also lacks GPS tracking which is why it is priced below RM1000. Compared to other touch screen phones, the Nokia 5530 is pretty small and thin. Another plus point for me as I'm someone who likes to slip my phone into my jeans. It's actually slimmer than my old phone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4187476310/" title="Slim! by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Slim!" height="348" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/4187476310_6164206e74_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the camera is a bit crappy. :( And the earphones nokia provides is also crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4186713861_a89b086702_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/4186713985_faefaefff3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, it's gonna take me all day if I want to tell you all about this phone and you're probably getting bored already so I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Isn't the new social bookmarking thing at the bottom of every post neat? Sharing is Caring! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3251630391056442396?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3251630391056442396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/byebye-5200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3251630391056442396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3251630391056442396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/byebye-5200.html' title='Byebye 5200 ;)'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4186713861_a89b086702_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4156510886918835266</id><published>2009-12-11T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuff&apos;(nang) said'/><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SyE6UObckhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AukTMijPJdQ/s1600-h/sherlockholmes-cheeserland-screenshot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SyE6UObckhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AukTMijPJdQ/s640/sherlockholmes-cheeserland-screenshot.JPG" width="602" /&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/4003616433020667972-4156510886918835266?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4156510886918835266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4156510886918835266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4156510886918835266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SyE6UObckhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AukTMijPJdQ/s72-c/sherlockholmes-cheeserland-screenshot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-947818550216095249</id><published>2009-12-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>I hate lizards. Don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C04%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C04%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C04%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt; /* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt; @font-face&lt;br /&gt;	{font-family:Latha;&lt;br /&gt;	panose-1:2 0 4 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-charset:1;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-signature:1048576 0 0 0 0 0;}&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;	{font-family:"Cambria Math";&lt;br /&gt;	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;	{font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt; /* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt; p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;	{mso-style-unhide:no;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-style-qformat:yes;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-style-parent:"";&lt;br /&gt;	margin-top:0in;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-right:0in;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-left:0in;&lt;br /&gt;	line-height:115%;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;	font-size:11.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-font-family:Latha;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;}&lt;br /&gt;p&lt;br /&gt;	{mso-style-noshow:yes;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-style-priority:99;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-margin-top-alt:auto;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-right:0in;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-left:0in;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;	font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;	font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";&lt;br /&gt;	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}&lt;br /&gt;.MsoChpDefault&lt;br /&gt;	{mso-style-type:export-only;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-default-props:yes;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-font-family:Latha;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;}&lt;br /&gt;.MsoPapDefault&lt;br /&gt;	{mso-style-type:export-only;&lt;br /&gt;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;	line-height:115%;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;	{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;	mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;	{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  I, Sukirtha Jenanee Seran, am feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Tired.Sleepy.Sticky.Moody.Sad.Nostalgic.Sappy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Scared.Annoyed.Angry.Glum &lt;/i&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible to be happy and sad at the same time you ask? It's possible in my case. Not going to elaborate further. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you how much I hate lizards? If I haven't;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY REALLY REALLY HATE LIZARDS TO THE CORE OF EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them. Grr. They are the worst ever. Why the hell did God have to create them? Sheesh. No matter how many times the pest control comes and no matter how clean the house is, they just keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that people don't keep food in the BATHROOM. But sadly, nobody told the lizard that. Now it's hiding somewhere in my peach tiled bathroom which I just scrubbed recently. Geez. Now I'm in fear. Can't even sleep. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I'm going to reduce ranting but it's absolutely impossible at times. And a lizard entering my room isn't positive in any possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-947818550216095249?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/947818550216095249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-lizards-don-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/947818550216095249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/947818550216095249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-lizards-don-you.html' title='I hate lizards. Don&amp;#39;t you?'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5319010748752900401</id><published>2009-12-09T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to reduce my rants because;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;~Art Linkletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5319010748752900401?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5319010748752900401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-time-to-reduce-my-rants-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5319010748752900401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5319010748752900401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-time-to-reduce-my-rants-because.html' title='It&amp;#39;s time to reduce my rants because;'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4768395060037462100</id><published>2009-12-08T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><title type='text'>Camerons :|</title><content type='html'>Time for the Camerons post. I was forcefully dragged there last last Friday. Fine, I wasn't dragged. I just didn't really want to go but, I still tried to pysched about it. You know, cousin getting married and all. Trust me it was tough seeing the best out of the worst. :( And it's even harder for me considering my fusiness and super rant skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we (Avi [my sis] and I) have never really been close to our cousins. Well, we only have 4 cousins. 2 of them are working, 1 of them is doing medicine and the last one is three years old. So yeah. It's not completely and only because of the age gap, there are also other reasons like distance. You don't expect us to go to Camerons every now and then just to visit them. But there was this one point of time when two of them were in KL doing some course. They visited often and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind my personal family issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to pack. :( It's just so hard. Everything seems important and only God knows what the weather is gonna be like. And then sweaters. They kinda clash with your pants or tee and, haih. So somehow, I managed to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3865editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the car ride there was pretty squishy. My mom had to sit at the back since my dad had another relation carpooling with us. I was groggy throughout the ride there because I couldn't sleep the last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3884editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how my sister can be addicted to these books. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we reached the apartment/hotel (?). And bla bla bla bla. This is getting so boring, omg. : / Got ready to go to their house for some prayer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3904editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 320px; padding: 0pt; width: 219px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was grumpier than grumpy because I couldn't sleep on the rock hard bed. I could have just slept on the table. &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3910editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the view sort of cheered me up and the fact that we didn't have to spend the whole day in their house. Their meaning my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3936editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for breakfast. And had to eat at some real rip off shop because it was the nearest and we were super hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3948editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went to just do a little souvenir shopping and kill time. Everything is made to resemble strawberries. First it was cute then it just got annoying. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3961editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were cute things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3963editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got a heartattack when I saw Starbucks. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3969editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3970editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More strawberries! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3979editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:D I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking so much we went back to the hotel, did a bunch of stuff at the house and went for dinner. We were suppose to go to the carnival but it was packed and it had just finished raining so yeah. We had Starbucks instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3987editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedphoto.aspx/Camerons/blogpost%5E_DSC3992editpsc.JPG" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 222px; padding: 0pt; width: 320px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wedding was the next day, Sunday and all. Stonned and finally went home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok bye. Writing this post just made me sleepy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s I dont know why the pics are small and am to lazy to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://cid-8f2fdb5023f17db9.skydrive.live.com/embedalbum.aspx/Camerons" style="background-color: #fcfcfc; height: 137px; padding: 0pt; width: 122px;" title="Preview"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4768395060037462100?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4768395060037462100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/camerons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4768395060037462100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4768395060037462100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/camerons.html' title='Camerons :|'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6899176696409503208</id><published>2009-12-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Back with a bang!</title><content type='html'>Hey. I've been MIA for a week now. Penang. Gramps place. No WiFi. Loads of DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, talk about being brief. I just summarized my past week in so few words. Usually I'll go on and on about why I hated something and sort of "then again, 'twasn't so bad" at the end. Maybe we'll just stick to the status quo. But, no time for that now. Need to have a few hours on the most comfy bed in the world (well, sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to blog about Camerons and Penang tomorrow. Even though theres nothing much to talk about. There weren't much blogworthy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the new layout cause I don't. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6899176696409503208?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6899176696409503208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-with-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6899176696409503208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6899176696409503208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-with-bang.html' title='Back with a bang!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6772807502131913694</id><published>2009-11-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm off to Penang for a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SxNeYXGGU7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/lSPjd8ZcxK0/s1600/photo-745655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409771350011564978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SxNeYXGGU7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/lSPjd8ZcxK0/s320/photo-745655.jpg" /&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/4003616433020667972-6772807502131913694?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6772807502131913694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-i-off-to-penang-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6772807502131913694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6772807502131913694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-i-off-to-penang-for-week.html' title='Now I&amp;#39;m off to Penang for a week.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SxNeYXGGU7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/lSPjd8ZcxK0/s72-c/photo-745655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2092416131333236149</id><published>2009-11-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><title type='text'>Xo from nowhere</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm on the way back home from a very tiring trip. Cameron Highlands just isn't my cup of Teh Tarik ( malaysianizing my post ). The jam was terrible and we've been driving since 4:30pm. My butt is stiff sitting in this very uncomfortable state. My sis and I have officially lost it by the way. We were so bored and the traffic was bumper-to-bumper for sometime and when we reached a less congested road we started waving goodbye and flashing loser signs to all the cars we sped past. There was this particular motorbike that sort of saw us and decided to get competetive. We won anyway. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how good it feels to get back in connection again. Although it's just my dad's phone, it still feels good. Haven't been typing or doing anything I usually do at home lately. I have just been plastering "sweet" smiles all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now my dad and I were laughing about people who ask stupid questions. Stupid in the sense that they ask questions with obvious answers. Like when my sis and I are sitting in between my parents and they ask my dad, "Your kids ah?". It just cracks me up at times when I think about it. Sadly my mom is also classified in that particular gang. Come to think of it even my dad sort of is. He always introduces me as "my elder one" even though it's pretty obvious. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy now. The iPhone keypad is very annoying (which is want a BB for myself) so don't bother correcting typo's. *coughkanishacough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo from the middle of nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2092416131333236149?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2092416131333236149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/xo-from-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2092416131333236149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2092416131333236149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/xo-from-nowhere.html' title='Xo from nowhere'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1288021011949776848</id><published>2009-11-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><title type='text'>tumblr love</title><content type='html'>So yeah, my last post was very ... brief. Well, it said it all. Last week was crazy. The yearbook arrived and tons of work came with it. Carrying them itself left me breathless. :P And then two parties and a camp. Oh and the Forensics workshop for 2010. I am so looking forward to the tournament. I hope I get to participate though. Archanaa and I wanna get into debate. But, though chance. Considering we are the yougest and only 3 teams are allowed when 4 teams wanna go. But it's worth a shot, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blogs is becoming more and more dead by the day. I doubt anybody reads it now. But, nevermind. I'll just continue blogging for my own amusement. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly in love with quotes. Especially those, teenager-ish ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksegrhXpjc1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksegrhXpjc1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbgq4iqKv1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbgq4iqKv1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Do not give up now, just hold on a little bit more.." src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks2uv0sMgm1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="cause it needs YOU to make it comes true •°°•.☆" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks2vrdx02o1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbiexWctJ1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbiexWctJ1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer…" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks8039Wk8m1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbir21afl1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbir21afl1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to bluquote of tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1288021011949776848?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1288021011949776848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumblr-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1288021011949776848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1288021011949776848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumblr-love.html' title='tumblr love'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7004644631619448381</id><published>2009-11-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>By the way,</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. This week has been, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7004644631619448381?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7004644631619448381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7004644631619448381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7004644631619448381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/by-way.html' title='By the way,'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5516578106259334611</id><published>2009-11-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Treasurers rock \m/</title><content type='html'>The dressing table is a mess. The floor can hardly be seen with all the used tissues and other junk. My room is a, MESS. And I'm sick, again. Hence, the facebook status - I'm too sick to function, again. Today, has been a mess. I just want to forget about today and all the stupid blunders and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to digest the fact that this year is coming to end. School is pretty much over. I'm sad that I'll be leaving the JPB and am going to be replaced. Sad. I complain a lot about the things I'm suppose to do but, I still liked it. It was somewhat fun. I've gotta admit. Being the treasurer rocks! \m/ Although people say, you're just the treasurer it still rocks because without us, the JPB won't exist. :P Think about it, we're the ones that organize your badges and without your badges you can't do your duties. :P Okay, enough treasurer praise. Rant time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining the whole today. GRR. The prefect party was a semi-disaster for me. For everyone else it was okay I guess. I ran in the rain 9876543210 times and now I'm sick. Sore throat, Flu, fever and a terrible cough! :( Other than that, the food we were suppose to order wasn't ordered. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a jamuan, with no food. (Jamuan = Feast!) Thank God there was loads of potluck food and a 150 packets of nasi lemak. *phew* The worst thing about having these kind of last minute meltdowns is that everybody knows about it and the only way they think they can help is by asking me what am I going to do. =.= It's pretty annoying because I rather spend my time organizing stuff or solving the problem than explaining to everyone what I am going to do. But I guess, everything was okay at the end. I had to miss the Editorial Party which I was sort of looking forward to though. :( But like I said before this, treasurers are very important people and without them, *kaboom*. Lol. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5516578106259334611?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5516578106259334611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasurers-rock-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5516578106259334611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5516578106259334611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasurers-rock-m.html' title='Treasurers rock \m/'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1441985350592547288</id><published>2009-11-15T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:03.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>14 lavender roses.</title><content type='html'>Yesaterday we decided to surprise Jas again at her house. So about 10 of us were at her mansion while she was at piano class. It was really fun lah. But sadly, the party poppers didn't work on time. Nicole and I kept telling Archanaa to test one of the poppers but, nooo. So anyways, she opened the door and we were all crouching on the floor with poppers and screamed "Surprise!!" and she got a shock covered her face and ran away. Then after like five seconds she peeked into the door and we all laughed. :) And then popped the poppers. :P All of us had tons of fun! Except for Ben (Nicole's younger bro) being the only boy there and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on Facebook. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=120296&amp;amp;id=810278118"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1441985350592547288?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1441985350592547288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-lavender-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1441985350592547288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1441985350592547288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-lavender-roses.html' title='14 lavender roses.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4045195680732202552</id><published>2009-11-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Maybe it's time you back off.</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been blogging lately. I don't know why but loads of things have been bothering me. Things, that I can't express in detail here because it may ruin a few peoples reputation as well as cost me a few friends. So, I shall not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, I am who I am and if you are somehow bothered by that, i cannot alter myself to fit your preference and it is best for you to stay away from me as I can be pretty rude when you have crossed your limits. I think I have been pretty nice to you. I mean all of you. And, I have just run out of patience. I know that nobody in this world is perfect and I do not expect you to be perfect because I myself am far away from being perfect. But, I guess it wouldn't hurt if you mind your gestures and remarks. I am human too and I do have feelings. Thats all I have to say and since I'm so lame and you are brilliant in everything, you should stop mixing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short message over there is for a certain group of people who have bothered me in many ways. I do not want to curse them or call them b****es so I have written a short letter for them. Then again, they don't know who they are because they are blinded by their ego to realize that they have actually hurt people. Okay, time to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm in a very negative state of mind. My braces are hurting so bad since my doctor had inserted a thicker wire and the people mentioned above had ruined my day. But, like always my chums were there to just turn that frown upside down. :) Ooh, and today was Jasreena's birthday! :D Her cake was so cool. It said "Shorty, have a high birthday" which was kind of an insult to me because she's taller than me and people call her short. So happy birthday Jas! Stop poking me for God's sake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a decent post and since there seem to be quite a lot of words, I shall stop here. You know, blogging is pretty weird. It's as though I'm talking to my self. I mean I don't like have responsive readers. Wait, rephrase, I don't have readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4045195680732202552?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4045195680732202552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-it-time-you-back-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4045195680732202552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4045195680732202552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-it-time-you-back-off.html' title='Maybe it&amp;#39;s time you back off.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3307914877238118802</id><published>2009-11-07T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>We the Monkeys in the Jungle</title><content type='html'>Yellow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over and done with and so is the first week of post exam pigging. The post-exam fever has taken a toll on my routine. :) It's no more having five hours of sleep and waking up at seven to study. My inner pig is now, on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post Exam Project #1 : Jungle Trekking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, the Moral Panel decided to take all of us A-Block students for a trip to FRIM. And, I survived. Because if I fell in a ravin or a leech sucked all my blood out or I got left behind in the jungle, I wouldn't be here blogging or posting pictures on facebook. :P&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun, really. I expected it to be all drab and boring and y'know, we stare at tree's bla bla bla and &amp;nbsp;get leech bites then come home, and of course, RANT! Thank God, I was wrong. I mean we did stare at tree's 95% of the time but, t'was still fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my SLR along so, this post won't be all words. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school by 7.30 and after awhile all my friends came and we just sat and waited for teacher and breakfast and Archanaa of course, started with her blabbering and non-stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/P9IATWCxeu7Zg7dZGqNyqA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmEabWm2I/AAAAAAAAArI/cc3wfZPEdOk/s800/_DSC2975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are amused with her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3VzAPtoTCyTLRDJsK4yZdw?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmDhSaSDI/AAAAAAAAArE/asGk1CvRY-4/s800/_DSC2974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people. They're at the verge of dozing off. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6bff-m2vYOD30UcpzV0oYA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmFKg_I4I/AAAAAAAAArM/SnZmUT-QDe4/s800/_DSC2976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, the point is, she talks a lot. :) If she's started, there's no stopping her. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into the bus and were off to FRIM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XWzvm0JDswk8bcyDkDnyXQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmFtwLC8I/AAAAAAAAArQ/YTl2wq-a2zY/s800/_DSC2978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RkIm3UrHXixFrr8grjC6FA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmGHkbEqI/AAAAAAAAArU/elMbDNHSYJQ/s800/_DSC2981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my two faithful bullies sitting beside me and Archanaa and Angela behind, the forty five minutes past rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4ktBYgr0RFZ4j1WTDzYmLg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmG7k0F9I/AAAAAAAAArY/jKSwlQUAYbo/s800/_DSC2984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a certain point, Florence said that she would keep the leeches of her with water and started waving two bottle's of H20 happilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A6CA7cwzycJZet4Q-AYM0A?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmHU0u0CI/AAAAAAAAArc/B9pz23u_bv0/s800/_DSC2986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she found out that leeches love damp places. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2n5sOkA665DCi4ZfSW-lXA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmIK1ZYcI/AAAAAAAAArg/tt45fv9V1ck/s800/_DSC2987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MXAxYG9Y0P-lQgZ_-4k_Vg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmLClCDXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3TEyVqcHex0/s800/_DSC2995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YYNQBfgu1jmnkuLXIzwKBg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmMK2vbtI/AAAAAAAAAr4/BFlgHPp-Bs0/s800/_DSC2996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jSIJ6GuUanaYEAFulAjcOA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmNlxcDBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iJuS8QhoM2I/s800/_DSC2997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0tEyStAqj5C0pj30VFSmQQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmRrx9lRI/AAAAAAAAAsI/KwLcuBfPt-0/s800/_DSC3000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NIauex_16IXboGPO6ZEMGQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmTKCfwAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FoCObxMkYig/s800/_DSC3002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, doesn't this guy look like he belongs in a mosque. We never new people working in a Nature Reserve wear these kinda clothes. We expected something more ... sporty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AKfjuY52QnaAibIya9Sq7Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmVK7TDlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/GDqk-s5YvCM/s800/_DSC3004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this picture like one of those desktop wallpapers? All credits to your's truly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8_Ww4MFdfaHcgiL-q9AzWg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmajTVqfI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-j_iazLrVpE/s800/_DSC3012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/o5-IydybBxJ8gcKrA8-kbg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmfTXK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ChktkLJK6PU/s800/_DSC3017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6fSKQ4BFMtc2eOe9LeCp1A?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmiA3PjlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/YN7ymx9-ags/s800/_DSC3020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Kj2a9x7volZwmCviDkSgLQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmjcLUWsI/AAAAAAAAAtM/he85Wiku5KA/s800/flying%20fruit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flying seed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9d0R0Ra5PMNe1mr7MM-hxQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmkpaPBHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xbx-iq4PC-g/s800/_DSC3022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lala photo booths are so yesterday. Roots are the thing now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7nyup_pw51TWgaUxxPCsUg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2k7c73pKXFgQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmrO8h81I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pCr12DJTf6k/s800/_DSC3031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3307914877238118802?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3307914877238118802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-monkeys-in-jungle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3307914877238118802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3307914877238118802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-monkeys-in-jungle.html' title='We the Monkeys in the Jungle'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SvRmEabWm2I/AAAAAAAAArI/cc3wfZPEdOk/s72-c/_DSC2975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3366449139774042616</id><published>2009-11-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Twist.</title><content type='html'>I am one paper away from freedom. One paper which I don't have a book to study from. One paper which is gonna scar my already wounded cert with a F. Sad but still, un-Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to do all my exam papers early today and was back by 3.45pm. Period time is the worst period of time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sitting in the staff room doing my papers wasn't a very nice experience. Fine, it was fifty : fifty. I sort of felt like some outcast because a lot of teachers stared at me. Very sad. But some where really nice to me. :) Like my maths teacher who gave me some remedies and my geography teacher who kept checking on me. Makes me feel like people care about me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm just too lazy to elaborate more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3366449139774042616?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3366449139774042616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3366449139774042616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3366449139774042616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/11/twist.html' title='Twist.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1736408532270032887</id><published>2009-10-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>Major sadness.</title><content type='html'>The pizza I had for supper is making me even more lethargic than I already was after the second day of the finals. : / Food is very comforting by the way if you happen to screw up your Malay Paper Two. But, it isn't very wise to eat stuff that'll make you sleepier and more fatigue because the you'll probably screw up the paper you'll have to sit for the next day and it's a&amp;nbsp;never ending&amp;nbsp;cycle. Maybe I should stop analyzing stupid stuff and start with Science. Chapter two is just so ... bleh. Nutrition. (Whoa, how ironic, Nutrition and Junkfood that makes you lethargic. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm feeling thirsty and dehydrated out of the blue. H20 I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has pretty much been a bummer day. :( Major sadness. New favourite SMS phrase when describing "how exams went". I can't exactly type why. Too personal. That person might be reading my blog. 0.0 But, number one on my list of bummer moments is my malay paper which was screwed. :'( I'm so not&amp;nbsp;acing&amp;nbsp;it. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my blog is being neglected, exam or no exam. That blogging vibe has faded and for some reason, I am happy with it. :D I hope the love for nerding I had in Standard Six decides to come back. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuXcf2t720I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4yvSEIvnE_8/s1600-h/_DSC2587+copy+resize+crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuXcf2t720I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4yvSEIvnE_8/s640/_DSC2587+copy+resize+crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1736408532270032887?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1736408532270032887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1736408532270032887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1736408532270032887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-sadness.html' title='Major sadness.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuXcf2t720I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4yvSEIvnE_8/s72-c/_DSC2587+copy+resize+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8504304715804199901</id><published>2009-10-26T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Rants and Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuSCj3ac8PI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G4--EsaOrHA/s1600-h/_DSC2640+copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuSCj3ac8PI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G4--EsaOrHA/s640/_DSC2640+copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Malay Paper Two exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I hate Malay and because of that I stink at it and because of that I have to go for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not that bad you know. Wait, actually it is kinda bad. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First class :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat infront of this girl that kept scratching her foot and&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;she did that she would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;deliberately&lt;/span&gt; accidently kick me. It got really annoying after awhile actually. Because I thought she was calling me or something and kept turning only to see her stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second class :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the back this week and nobody could kick me but it was so crampy. But it was way better than sitting&amp;nbsp;in front. This week since I was sitting at the back I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I have to answer a question or read something out the entire class stares at me. :( Then I get nervous&amp;nbsp;and mess up. :( And halfway through the class I start breaking out with a horrible cough and again, everyone stares at me. Made a mental note right that second to never forget to bring water. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third class :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class was much better. The other ten people stopped staring at me&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I open my mouth. Major improvement. No coughs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth class :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt more normal indeed, people started talking to me. :) And borrowing my correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it isn't very bad just the work sometimes drives me nuts. The "labels" and "nota intensif". :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a lot of things to read and memorize now. I haven't started with moral. Grr. I hate that subject. Wait, actually i hate a LOT of subjects. Maybe thats why I do so badly. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8504304715804199901?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8504304715804199901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/rants-and-malay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8504304715804199901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8504304715804199901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/rants-and-malay.html' title='Rants and Malay'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SuSCj3ac8PI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G4--EsaOrHA/s72-c/_DSC2640+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3183313712144645383</id><published>2009-10-23T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Before hitting the sack.</title><content type='html'>Sooo... IT's been long since I updated. This is going to be quick because I really need to sleep. I've had my head buried in my Science book practically the whole today. :&amp;nbsp;/ Finals :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bunking school quite a lot lately to "study". Anyways, now, I really wish I was int he morning session. So much time! And I don't have to shove my lunch down my throat. I can eat calmly and finish my vege's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was trying to sort all my tuition work out and had to file this certain stack of notes which had been stapled. So, I was pretty much exactly like that lady I talked about here. I tugged and pulled but the dumb bullet wasn't budging so I got aggressive. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4035301228/" title="ganassss"&gt;&lt;img alt="ganass." height="334" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/4035301228_83e8f1009f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday night my sis and I found a bag of chocolates which we sort of forgot of. :D My dad had brought it home from the airport when he returned from Bombay. My dad always buys us chocolates when he returns. It's sort of like some weird deal/punishment. We have many weird deals. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4034547299/" title="not bad ;)"&gt;&lt;img alt="not bad;)" height="334" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4034547299_2215d45064_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm wayyy to sleepy now to continue typing. Goodnight ;) *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happy very very late Deepavali / Diwali. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/4034596055/" title="that firecracker thingy"&gt;&lt;img alt="that firecracker thingy" height="334" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/4034596055_3fccc61185_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very noob at this stuff. :) My back is killing me. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3183313712144645383?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3183313712144645383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-hitting-sack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3183313712144645383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3183313712144645383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-hitting-sack.html' title='Before hitting the sack.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-104614888326789567</id><published>2009-10-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>... I think I've been playing too much &lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7032_154048523118_810278118_2534945_6557078_n.jpg"&gt;Farmville&lt;/a&gt;. (Click to view my Strawberry Milk farm :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was trying to study some history yesterday and I picked chapter seven, form two. Just so you know, I officially hate that chapter now. I'm declaring it here! "I hate that chapter." It's about very "brave" Malay warriors that fought to get freedom for their respective kingdoms. Oh, and they failed. :( Most of them died during war. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many of them. God, it's so hard to remember &amp;nbsp;the "kebangkitan" and the date and what nots. Grr moment. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even fell asleep while reading ok. Literally fell asleep on the couch. :P Oh and by the way, studying on the bed is one of the worst methods of studying. Why? 'Cause you get a backache after sometime and you'll most probably fall asleep after half an hour (99.9% probability). I've tried many times and, failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a solution for my sleeping issues. I always can't sleep when I go up and when I'm downstairs studying my eyelids have like&amp;nbsp;dumbbells&amp;nbsp;on them or something. So now, I bring my history text book with me, read a few sentences and, finally, I'm asleep. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my weirdness. It's just the way I am. :P&lt;br /&gt;It's back to the books. So long, for now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/StgieYC5MJI/AAAAAAAAAps/HLGtMLimJ3A/s1600-h/_DSC2376+copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/StgieYC5MJI/AAAAAAAAAps/HLGtMLimJ3A/s640/_DSC2376+copy.JPG" /&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/4003616433020667972-104614888326789567?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/104614888326789567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/howdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/104614888326789567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/104614888326789567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/howdy.html' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/StgieYC5MJI/AAAAAAAAAps/HLGtMLimJ3A/s72-c/_DSC2376+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5711609390398240317</id><published>2009-10-14T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments of happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Of Routines, Trees and Supper.</title><content type='html'>So, exams are drawing closer and what has Sugi got to say. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the light bulbs in my room is busted. :( My favourite and brightest light. :) That one light is brighter than all my other lights lit together. It's sort of a norm when I open my room door and my fingers automatically go to that particular switch and flick it on. Now, I still do it, take about two steps and realize it's still pitch black. =.= It's very hard to breakaway from certain routines. I mean i've been doing it for the past six years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think a storm is brewing. The trees are swaying violently outside and from my window everything looks ghastly. Maybe I'm creeping myself out now but it really, was scary. O_O If the sun was shining maybe it would all look like a whole other scenario. : / Brighter and somewhat happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom has a new fav. makan place. What she call's her new "joint". After she saw two rats at the old one. So, now we go there for our Saturday teh tarik and supper after tuition. The thing I love about my parents is they enjoy supper as much as I do. Last time, my dad used to be the one who stays up late and finishes all the biscuits and bread. Now there's a new cookie monster in town. :P I love supper because supper is from McD's or mamaks. NO GREATGRANDMA FOOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Geography notes to complete. :( Gah! Little miss goodie two shoes Divania finished it all! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmph-ed for no reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5711609390398240317?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5711609390398240317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-routines-trees-and-supper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5711609390398240317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5711609390398240317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-routines-trees-and-supper.html' title='Of Routines, Trees and Supper.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4405867354899527380</id><published>2009-10-13T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry milk, ahoy!</title><content type='html'>I've got so many drafts in my drafts folder and I don't think II'll ever publish them. They're just boring old rants and you've gotten enough already right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll be wondering why I only whine and never post anything more interesting and rant-free. Reason number one:- I never go out nowadays because of, the finals :S *inserts horror movie organ music*&lt;br /&gt;Reason number two:- I always whine. I'm a whine-pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, for a blog full of rants and whine's I get quite a number of hits. Okaylah, maybe not much but 107 hits a week is better than 50 right? And I've earned 0.75 cents from nuffnang. Maybe I should have &amp;nbsp;kept that part to myself. If you want me to type happy stuff then please click on the add's. Pleeeeease *inserts puppy dog eyes (wait I can do that)*&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="puppy dog eyes" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/108.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a very pink "farmer" on Farmville. Look at my lot of pink! Strawberry milk, ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7333_151814238118_810278118_2517511_4894102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7333_151814238118_810278118_2517511_4894102_n.jpg" width="420" /&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/4003616433020667972-4405867354899527380?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4405867354899527380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/strawberry-milk-ahoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4405867354899527380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4405867354899527380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/strawberry-milk-ahoy.html' title='Strawberry milk, ahoy!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8278214731663694420</id><published>2009-10-12T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Photocopiers.</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. My stomach is craving food, my&amp;nbsp;eye-bags&amp;nbsp;are getting bigger and blacker by the day, and my feet are throbbing. :/ Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such an annoying day. Wait, it's 1.17 AM, let me re-phrase, yesterday was such an annoying day. I didn't do anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to photocopy some stuff today at some photocopy shop and the lady there was like so grumpy. We entered and she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... photocopy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All ah? 1 copy only?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snatches the paper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gives the O.o look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zomg, you should've seen the way she pulled the stapler bullet out've the paper. One word, ganas. I think the paper almost tore. Aih. Then when we told her to tape the papers after stapling she was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points at black tape*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh want me put this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*peels tape and violently rips it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nah, five ringgit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even hungrier now but I'm too scared to go to the kitchen. :P I feel like eating &lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;muruku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There's so much downstairs. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sweet dreams, I'm off to sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;P/s I bite my lips way to often. :/&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/4003616433020667972-8278214731663694420?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8278214731663694420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/photocopiers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8278214731663694420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8278214731663694420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/photocopiers.html' title='Photocopiers.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3132703031491236859</id><published>2009-10-11T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the KFC at IOI Mall. Actually, I hate KFC altogether. But the IOI outlet is terrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="thumbs down" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/112.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a new found obsession towards Y! emoticons. Aren't they the best?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="love struck" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a checkered shirt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="peace sign" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love taking pictures of my noob "farm" on facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="chicken" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/52.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandaunt is making muruku downstairs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="drooling" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/38.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm very sleepy now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="yawn" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/37.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm happy Obama won a nobel prize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="cool" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm saying goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="wave" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4003616433020667972-3132703031491236859?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3132703031491236859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3132703031491236859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3132703031491236859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5890988841869024912</id><published>2009-10-09T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Maths at 1.30 AM</title><content type='html'>Hello, and it's time for another boring blog &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rant from me! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's exactly 1.30 AM in the morning and I am doing maths. I have issue's. Studying when the sun is out issues. Okay, I'm a little weird but, I'm always sleepy during the day and have trouble falling asleep at night. Some weird disorder. :( My mom doesn't except this disorder she says I'm just lazy and I can't sleep because I don't do anything during the day. Fine, maybe she's gotta point but I'm going with my messed up clock theory. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maths at 1.33 AM isn't very fun. Mainly because I'm sleepy. : / I have issue's seriously. Last time when I told Anushar I can't sleep at night she was like just go gila and keep jumping the whole day and at night you'll be very sleepy. =.= Not a very good solution. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's 1.35 AM and I'm hungry. Supper hunger pangs. Usually, during school I have supper every night. Biscuits, cakes, kokocrunch (don't ask), maggi (once in a bloom moon only. please don't start, health freaks.), ramli burgers and mcd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my crap blog is all about my rants on school and homework and exams oh and HISTORY! :( Pretty boring ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have viewers from US, Arab, Australia, New Zealand, England, Russia, Spain, Hong Kong, Singapore, Brunei etc. Bangga. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then it's time to say bye after this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3993594718/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="_DSC2391 copy by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="_DSC2391 copy" height="447" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3993594718_fbfd90ee26_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair back in Standard Two. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5890988841869024912?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5890988841869024912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-at-130-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5890988841869024912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5890988841869024912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-at-130-am.html' title='Maths at 1.30 AM'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7782430496608709042</id><published>2009-10-08T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agreed ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3992914336_97899664a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3992914336_97899664a5.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7782430496608709042?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7782430496608709042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/agreed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7782430496608709042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7782430496608709042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/agreed.html' title='Agreed ;)'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3992914336_97899664a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-308862991044125827</id><published>2009-10-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusing Finds'/><title type='text'>FOCUS</title><content type='html'>Today as I was in the midst of getting lectured by my mom, a professional lecturer (seriously, she has worked in many universities. Don't play play), I decided to go do some Googling. Googling weird stuff and useful stuff as well as yourself is very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my mom was telling me to stop procrastinating and concentrate and do my work. I decided to google;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SsoAZKYNokI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Dsn6XxGOUTA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SsoAZKYNokI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Dsn6XxGOUTA/s400/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I clicked on the first link and started reading the article. I found the article kind of interesting and I thought it'll help me, you know, focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Tips to Improve Your Concentration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ive More Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five more rule basically means when you push yourself beyond the limits. For instance you've got a truckload of mathematic sums to complete and your eyes are at the verge of shutting, just tell yourself, "Five more sums". Sooner or later you'll be done. I've done this before and it works because, I'm telling you. Only full proof plans and tips work on me. I'm the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;crastinator remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne Think at a Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this tip I don't really understand but anyway, it's worth a try right? What you do is bribe your brain. Make it a deal it will not refuse. ;) Don't scatter your brain. Tell it to concentrate on a certain important task and don't remind it about a less important one. Something like that. I'm not very good at deciphering things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onquer Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. I know it sounds tough but it's not as bad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Actually my mom has told me this before. All you have to do is ask yourself three key questions whenever you catch yourself procrastinating - "&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I have to do this? Do I want it done so it's not on my mind? Will it be any easier later?&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These three questions will help you realize that putting away the certain task will only make your life miserable later. Guilty guilty pleasure. :( Based on true life experiences. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se Your Hands as Blinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is also good. ;) What you do is cup your hands at the side of your eyes. This way you are only focusing on one thing. This works when you're taking a test or reading notes and the surrounding is just full of, distractions. Simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ee as if For the First or Last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the moment sort of thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you're looking or staring at your history textbooks and nothing is going in and you're busy thinking of when the next sale is or what's for dinner or when will your dad come home from Bombay (me) and nothing goes in. Your physical body is there but actually your brain is jet setting around the globe. Just look around you and sort of really SEE your surroundings. Notice the pretty things you have on your table or the fine print on your blouse or whatever. Just look at everything like it's the first or last time you're seeing it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I really don't know why I typed all of this when I could have just given you the &lt;a href="http://altmedicine.about.com/od/optimumhealthessentials/a/Concentration.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, this sort of relaxed me. I was very tensed for awhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, for now. With my blogging mojo fading I doubt there'll be more than two posts a week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3984259062/" title="_DSC1857 copy by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="_DSC1857 copy" height="334" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3984259062_5dda0253a7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-308862991044125827?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/308862991044125827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/308862991044125827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/308862991044125827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/focus.html' title='FOCUS'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SsoAZKYNokI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Dsn6XxGOUTA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-620213354600418653</id><published>2009-10-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>Don't bother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Ssi4oLfstxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/T-fG2T3tr7g/s1600-h/_DSC2047edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Ssi4oLfstxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/T-fG2T3tr7g/s320/_DSC2047edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm very emo now because I lost a lot of blog readers. All my fault. I actually prefer bloghopping to blogging. :/ So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are currently stinging due to over computer usage and television abuse and studying. Which reminds me I just for got to watch CSI. Omg! I really wanted to watch this episode. :'( Stupid Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is beginning so good luck to all Form Three's ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm in a very moodless mood now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crap post. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-620213354600418653?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/620213354600418653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/don-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/620213354600418653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/620213354600418653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/10/don-bother.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t bother.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Ssi4oLfstxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/T-fG2T3tr7g/s72-c/_DSC2047edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4099677496396967111</id><published>2009-09-29T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>All that drilling and digging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grr. This post is full one whining so if you don't like rants, I suggest you stop reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is mess right now. I hate messy stuff okay. (Exceptions&amp;nbsp;for my maths book) Anyway, my study table &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; was a mess. (Just cleaned it). The kitchen is a mess. It is very hard to keep the kitchen clean when your great grandma is around. =.= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very hard&lt;/span&gt;. Anddddd, the terrace and the backyard is an absolute disaster. The contractors have dug an eight feet hole for this new sewage tank or something. It's a disaster I tell you, A DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque pit is gone. Wait, thats a good thing. It used to look like some mini A-Famosa fort in the middle of the yard. =.= Anyway, now you cannot see any grass. It has all been dug out. Gone. The backyard is just mud and sand and all those&amp;nbsp;disgusting&amp;nbsp;construction stuff. Looking at it just makes me puke. Seriously, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baaaad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a fusspot. I don't care. Because I know I'm one. :P lol.&lt;br /&gt;Who&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;be grumpy if you had year end prepping to do and everyday during the raya holidays from nine to seven all you hear is drilling. It can be heard all over the house because my house has a billion windows. It can be heard even if they're closed. It's better now cause they are just digging and doing other stuff. So, minimal&amp;nbsp;grinding, drilling and slicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but this is the only place I can rant. My friends will just tell me to stop being fussy and my dad will get angry. But, my mom sort of agrees with me. She's not with me here now so that leaves my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rants, for now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;P/s I've gotta start some new tuition tonight and it's gonna be an utter disaster for sure. I know, I'm part&amp;nbsp;psychic&amp;nbsp;okay. lol. I was only suppose to go next year but the teacher insisted. -.- Help me. I don't wanna go-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4099677496396967111?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4099677496396967111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-that-drilling-and-digging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4099677496396967111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4099677496396967111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-that-drilling-and-digging.html' title='All that drilling and digging.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-168675051081881230</id><published>2009-09-24T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace-ing it'/><title type='text'>Of highlighters, books and distractions.</title><content type='html'>So, today Sukirtha decided to spend the morning with her history books and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;(!) study chair. I have issue's studying. Weird. I remember that one point of time, in Standard Six, I loved to study. I used to study all day long. Hence, 5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;wesome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got my butt to sit down and do some prepping for the finals. (I hate that word, finals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, what I did was put my laptop far away from the study room (upstairs) with battery left to last no longer than 10 minutes. What? Gotta make sure I don't fool myself right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950235260/" title="_DSC1862editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2553/3950235260_72fc36cc7c_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1862editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went into the study room. Some people call their study room dungeons and stuff but I la-la-love mine. So I don't really mind being there. Since the major distraction was out of the room, it was a lot easier to study. My phone isn't really a distraction to me and my camera, it's just there to take pictures for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I piled all the books I was gonna use on the table and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950235656/" title="_DSC1867editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3950235656_ff82089750_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1867editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950235408/" title="_DSC1865editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3950235408_4133ac3e0d_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1865editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I didn't fall asleep this time. Phew! I started highlighting stuff violently. It's fun, okay?! I think I highlighted almost everything because everything seemed kinda important. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950235522/" title="_DSC1866editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/3950235522_68840a7367_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1866editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, after god knows how long, I finally finished reading the entire chapter. Just for the record, I tend to take almost double the time reading stuff in Malay than in English because it is so boring to read in malay. Everything seems so gloomy and sad and the way they keep emphasising "British mengeksploit" gets kinda annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kinda bored after that so I decided to have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950236126/" title="_DSC1895editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3950236126_6f6feb7160_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1895editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm a little, crazy. But orange is just so tempting okay. And maybe they should putting making nail polish in bottles and start putting them in highlighters. It's much easier to apply and it doesn't get painted all over your finger. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after my study session which ended after I did some questions, I learned two things;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boring history stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a new distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed highlighter, hand phone or my camera, you are WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new distraction, more like distract-or is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3949457041/" title="_DSC1876editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/3949457041_b145a62639.jpg" alt="_DSC1876editpsc" width="335" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my sister. She kept asking me stupid questions and making me say the Ikrar and stuff. Anyways, she went up after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my sister around;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3950235764/" title="_DSC1870editpsc by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/3950235764_f1724a1522_o.jpg" alt="_DSC1870editpsc" width="500" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this concludes today's post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-168675051081881230?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/168675051081881230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-highlighters-books-and-distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/168675051081881230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/168675051081881230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-highlighters-books-and-distractions.html' title='Of highlighters, books and distractions.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/3949457041_b145a62639_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-3035102496974493627</id><published>2009-09-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of a Girl with a Bean Sized Brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3920016996/" title="Image000 by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3920016996_b7a9f7e59d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Image000" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(10 minutes ago - History is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;ly!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Exams are up soon and I'm studying in this really slow speed that even snails can beat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History is horrifying. Especially the fact that my teacher shows no mercy on us and says the paper's gonna be very thought. And by the way, the last time she told us that the test is gonna be simple and it was the opposite of simple. Now she says it's going to be tough, I'm calling it, life challenging and deadly horrendous. That seems to do it justice doesn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography on the other hand is well, =.= No matter how much I read the facts never get into that bean sized brain of mine. It's stressful, okay. You read and read and read and finally; a B. ;( GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's mathematics, the subject that always makes me go nuts. I study, I practice and I practice. I go to school get tensed and kaboom, everything just drifts away during the exam. GRR-er!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all. Goodbye, let me die in my misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-3035102496974493627?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/3035102496974493627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/chronicles-of-girl-with-bean-sized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3035102496974493627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/3035102496974493627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/chronicles-of-girl-with-bean-sized.html' title='The Chronicles of a Girl with a Bean Sized Brain.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3920016996_b7a9f7e59d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-411552576245715174</id><published>2009-09-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Of Donuts and Heavy Eyelids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;History is killing my brain cells. It's his story, why will I want to know, my brain asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very gloomy nowadays. Anyway, saturday flew by very well. I woke up late after the continues pounding on my door. Dragged myself down and got lectured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting immune to all those guilt talks and lectures nowadays. My parents always complain that they can't sleep and I think I know what they do during that period of time;- write scripts for their lectures. I once told them this and they said they are more of impromptu speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was saying, I watched some telly after that. Spider-man 3. That sand man gives me the creeps. So after that had lunch and we went to Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been like eons since the last time I left home for somewhere other than school or tuition. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eons&lt;/span&gt;, I tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EONS&lt;/span&gt;! After shopping for awhile, we had some donuts. Donuts are the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but expensive coffee like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996633;"&gt;latte's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Starbucks or Old Town WC or J.Co's or whatever shop makes me all puke-y. Only ordinary coffee, homemade agrees with me. Weird, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes lids feel like big dumbbells have been hung on them. So heavy, so so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caffeine calls, but Im'ma resist because my mom says I'll get insomnia very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time to get back to work. Goodbye, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s : Happy Birthday Deepa. :D&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/4003616433020667972-411552576245715174?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/411552576245715174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-donuts-and-heavy-eyelids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/411552576245715174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/411552576245715174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-donuts-and-heavy-eyelids.html' title='Of Donuts and Heavy Eyelids.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2784611935552690102</id><published>2009-09-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Stressed, Desserts. Tomato, tomaato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3828727814_88d4f500bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3828727814_88d4f500bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 more essays, a billion more math equations, and notes to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm convincing myself that stressed is just desserts spelled upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It ain't working, just for the record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Sqp_744fbAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Hj6RTXuiJTI/s1600-h/Picture+8+senscor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/Sqp_744fbAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Hj6RTXuiJTI/s320/Picture+8+senscor.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380253371705814018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;New way of revising. Webcams.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2784611935552690102?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2784611935552690102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/stressed-desserts-tomato-tomaato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2784611935552690102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2784611935552690102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/stressed-desserts-tomato-tomaato.html' title='Stressed, Desserts. Tomato, tomaato.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3828727814_88d4f500bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6495912632630823978</id><published>2009-09-08T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>I'm the pro in procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3897153854/" title="rmb the to do's edit by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/3897153854_06e6ec3a26_o.jpg" width="321" height="480" alt="rmb the to do's edit" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to tell me that I'm an idiot. I just find it fun do my stuff in weird ways. That's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, Sugi!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I spent my long holiday doing what i do best, being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unproductive&lt;/span&gt; (the word exists, I checked). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;crastination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to make at least tonight worthwhile and continued doing my homework. Like Ms. Tan says, we Assuntarians (inclusive of teachers) work best when under extreme pressure, i.e. last minute stress. Same case here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, I'm the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;crastination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3896333101/" title="Chugging coffee at wee hours by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3896333101_dee607d22a.jpg" width="321" height="480" alt="Chugging coffee at wee hours" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I chugged my cuppa coffee. :) I had to, we had prayers at my house and I my batteries were dead. They kinda needed a caffeine recharge. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorta proud to say that, I'm done with half of my Geo notes and a practical report. I also had this lo-ong chat with dad. I always tell him about the chronic characters I meet and he does the same. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I typed this post before this and it was longer but I accidentally closed the tab and the so called auto save didn't work. =.= Blogger always fails me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now I've gotta get back to all the homework that makes me all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;greeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3897153510/" title="go all green - edit by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3897153510_7bf546517b.jpg" width="321" height="480" alt="go all green - edit" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Byebye, homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6495912632630823978?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6495912632630823978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-pro-in-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6495912632630823978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6495912632630823978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-pro-in-procrastination.html' title='I&amp;#39;m the pro in procrastination.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3896333101_dee607d22a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4488362942927356346</id><published>2009-09-05T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those amazing discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusing Finds'/><title type='text'>Sugi Island exists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;I found out that there's an island in Indonesia called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulau Sugi&lt;/span&gt;. How cool? There's even a tree named Sugi and toothpaste made from the Sugi tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm love my funny nickname!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and here's proof;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqI33iGagsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3vQtemU_RSo/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqI33iGagsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3vQtemU_RSo/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377922332219835074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqI33La7vuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RU5EF8kWF7w/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqI33La7vuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RU5EF8kWF7w/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377922326131883746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to enlarge! ;D&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/4003616433020667972-4488362942927356346?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4488362942927356346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/sugi-island-exists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4488362942927356346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4488362942927356346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/sugi-island-exists.html' title='Sugi Island exists.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqI33iGagsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3vQtemU_RSo/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1982225374643094181</id><published>2009-09-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When boredom strikes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>A billion and one things to do. :(</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Yes, I am bored even though I have&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 thick mathematic worksheets to complete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 malay essays to write&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 art projects to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A "quick notes" book for Civic (complete waste of time)&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqE4VvyPnUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/W91_pwNfhBU/s200/DSC00702edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377641376312696130" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One whole chapter of notes for History&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two whole chapters of notes for Geography, including maps to draw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stitching to do for Home Ec.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One science practical report to complete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A billion chapters of exercises for Moral.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;And I still smile, looking at the list. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of the reasons why I should spank myself. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean about homework being one of those never ending cycles in life. Thank goodness I managed to finish some of my Math work in school. Then again, I got ten times more of what I did from my tuition teacher. She is, very, very generous when it comes to homework. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to sleep now. I'm becoming an insomniac. So long.&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/4003616433020667972-1982225374643094181?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1982225374643094181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/billion-and-one-things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1982225374643094181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1982225374643094181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/billion-and-one-things-to-do.html' title='A billion and one things to do. :('/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SqE4VvyPnUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/W91_pwNfhBU/s72-c/DSC00702edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-4543496351023970985</id><published>2009-09-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Of a monotonous week and weariness.</title><content type='html'>I've been having a very monotonous week. A dim, dull and bleak week. Ok fine, maybe I'm kinda exaggerating. It's just been very boring and I've been coming home all sleepy for two days now. I take a shower and have a nap and I wake up with a splitting headache.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mornings, I'm very sleepy and I walk around the house like a zombie. A walking corpse or something. Then, after a while I start feeling very cold. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even school is very boring, nowadays. Teachers keep talking and talking and talking and they just worsen my already bad headache. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recess, it's not fun anymore. The food is anything but something you look forward to. For me at least. The used to be red sambal for nasi lemak is now brown. :S And Divania once found eggshells in the nasi lemak. She threw the whole thing away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I look forward to now, is the last bell. I just feel like going home and hitting the sack. But, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More monotony. Shower, nap for 30 mins, dinner and some tele and then of course, homework. The never ending cycle. It keeps coming and coming. Talk about wasting paper and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to hate to do lists. I despise and detest them to the core of Earth. Ok, exaggerating again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just very weary now. My life is lacking spice and colour. I blame the cold whether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-4543496351023970985?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/4543496351023970985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-monotonous-week-and-weariness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4543496351023970985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/4543496351023970985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-monotonous-week-and-weariness.html' title='Of a monotonous week and weariness.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-8574847351430303551</id><published>2009-09-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Dopiness. Pure dopiness.</title><content type='html'>After a long, long break, Sugi finally went back to school. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired, seriously. I mean when I stay at home I barely walk. I either do my homework, read a book, watch tv, use the computer or sleep. So you get the picture, 0% exercise. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school, it's not exactly the same. It's totally the opposite. Walking here walking there. And, I have no  idea why but people always ask me to help with the most random things. Once someone told me to deliver coffee powder or something like that to the canteen. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really dopey now. Woke up at like 7.30 after waking up at 10 for almost two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. My blogging mojo is failing me, gladly. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-8574847351430303551?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/8574847351430303551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/dopiness-pure-dopiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8574847351430303551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/8574847351430303551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/09/dopiness-pure-dopiness.html' title='Dopiness. Pure dopiness.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1742112891666330725</id><published>2009-08-31T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments of happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Malaysians;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy National Independence Day. Well, I think Merdeka sounds better it's more, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/chHjU6du01o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/chHjU6du01o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, the twins are my friends. :D Check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIVANIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Im'ma write some sappy stuff here later. I'm too sleepy now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3870687465/" title="Bestie. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/3870687465_7d37e19fa7.jpg" width="320" height="480" alt="Bestie." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is so weird, this pic was taken on my bday and now I'm posting it on her bday. Lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1742112891666330725?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1742112891666330725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/malaysians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1742112891666330725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1742112891666330725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/malaysians.html' title='Malaysians;'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/3870687465_7d37e19fa7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-2863733749173090256</id><published>2009-08-26T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>seven forty in the morning.</title><content type='html'>I dragged myself out've bed this morning at seven forty. The earliest I have woken up ever since my self declared holidays. &lt;div&gt;Why so early?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling my usual self come back to me. Which is good, of course. Going out out've the house mad it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all. My emo stricken lame post shall end with a smiley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-2863733749173090256?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/2863733749173090256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-forty-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2863733749173090256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/2863733749173090256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-forty-in-morning.html' title='seven forty in the morning.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1211508111026257162</id><published>2009-08-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures and Long Car Rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusing Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>The Sunset of the Century.</title><content type='html'>I've been very different lately. I haven't been my usual busy and chirpy self. I'm now a drab and lazy person. Since the Influenza (H1N1) cases rose to an alarming rate, it has well made me very, very, dull. Today while I was downstairs sitting on the couch doing the, usual (You might've guessed), watching tele, killing my eyesight, I was determined. Determined to be the old person I was a month back. A colourful person. So I was sitting reading a book when I saw the sky, right out've the sliding door I saw it. My camera still dangling along my neck after being the garden for an hour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855663825/" title="clouds. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3855663825_de29c22a89.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="clouds." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855675793/" title="the sky; by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3855675793_c0bab4d172.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="the sky;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856465486/" title="shine by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3856465486_9f51bb7f2b_o.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="shine" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856465680/" title="the blue fan. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3856465680_1220be9656.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="the blue fan." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856465878/" title="run kitty, run! by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3856465878_d3015651fb_o.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="run kitty, run!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855676617/" title="Bye kitty. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3855676617_44a6196e12_o.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Bye kitty." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855676859/" title="bold; by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3855676859_eea0c2d425.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="bold;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856466506/" title="the Sun; by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3856466506_1304698701.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="the Sun;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855679651/" title="Whee by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3855679651_d8226df599_o.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Whee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The images have not been edited neither have I watermarked them so please, don't steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was saying, I saw the sky. The majestic sight. It was red with bold streaks of purple. Just like it was out from a cartoon or a painting. I starred at it in pure awe and then I got up. Not the slouchy way I usually get up but quick and fast. I grabbed my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still had saltwater in my mouth that my mom made me gargle with. I dashed straight past the living room like an idiot. My mom panicked cause, I never, ever run. I heard my sis saying sarcastically, "Her batteries might have died (referring to my camera)". I got to the tiny cupboard where we keep our keys, put my hand it but none of the house keys were there. Ma-ajor bummer. I tried to ask my parents, with the saltwater in my mouth but I failed. So, I desperately gulped all the salty water down my throat. It wasn't as bad as I expected. Then I turned and saw the keys. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my fingers working very fast, I unlocked the grill and dashed out without any slippers. By the time I got there, the bold streaks had now turned into subtle colours. Like an oil painting turned into a watercolour art piece. I was fairly sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the camera toying with some setting and I got a few shots. They weren't very good but I guess it's a starter. I impatiently shot multiple photo's until finally it faded away, the best sunset ever. It was breathtaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it were as nice on the pixels. If only I got there a tad bit sooner. *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855679959/" title="The sunset of the century. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/3855679959_58b2977b30.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="The sunset of the century." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856470118/" title="Raw Beauty. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2258/3856470118_ba207bd1aa.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Raw Beauty." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856470424/" title="Breathtaking. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3856470424_f2dea5481a_o.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Breathtaking." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3855681101/" title="Spice. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3855681101_50f0736bb2.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Spice." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3856470980/" title="Subtle. by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/3856470980_7e84aedc38.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Subtle." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after that, I slowly felt an exciting part of myself return. I felt very happy, like an accomplished individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I took my shower and I was thinking. Random thoughts, you know. And I realized, as much as I detest some of my duties, I've grown to love them doing them day after day after day. They had added spice to my life like paint adds colour to a plain canvas and sunsets add drama to the pale blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye now. Enjoy nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1211508111026257162?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1211508111026257162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunset-of-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1211508111026257162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1211508111026257162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunset-of-century.html' title='The Sunset of the Century.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3855663825_de29c22a89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1261088140955462891</id><published>2009-08-25T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>gaga over icons</title><content type='html'>Yes, indeed I am. I've suddenly gotten really into them so don't mind me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're an avid reader of my blog you might've noticed that I go thru many weird phases. Like remember the red phase. Oh, I still remember it. I also remember when I was about 6 or 7, my grandma went thru her red phase. And she bought my sis and I identical dresses and made us take a few pictures. I have one of it framed on my dresser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3852596361/" title="DSC04267 copy by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3852596361_9142d106b1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC04267 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're gonna say something mean, please, save it. Don't comment on the fashion sense and stuff, it's all copyrighted by my granny. I was anything but outspoken last time. Ironic aayh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I go thru many phases, there was this phase where I went crazy over plain coloured polo tee's. I regret that phase, a lot! And I also had this Nancy Drew phase if you can recall. I also had a polka dot phase but that one didn't get much publicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite phase, however, was this nerd phase I had. Study, study, study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss that phase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm the opposite of that. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all for now, mateys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep checking back for more updates on my "phases".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1261088140955462891?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1261088140955462891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaga-over-icons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1261088140955462891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1261088140955462891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaga-over-icons.html' title='gaga over icons'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3852596361_9142d106b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-1098033737083111980</id><published>2009-08-23T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of happy days and celebrations'/><title type='text'>Whee-Whoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S GOT A NEW SONY ALPHA A330 DSLR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21566138@N04/3848063737/" title="DSC00121 copy by sugi95, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3848063737_ed130de4a7_m.jpg" width="161" height="240" alt="DSC00121 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay, me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-1098033737083111980?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/1098033737083111980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/whee-whoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1098033737083111980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/1098033737083111980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/whee-whoo.html' title='Whee-Whoo'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3848063737_ed130de4a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7187822618816355060</id><published>2009-08-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Self Quarantined:)</title><content type='html'>Hey, precaution is better than cure right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cases of H1N1 is now at a booming rate in Malaysia and the number of deaths are simply 0.0 .&lt;br /&gt;I, having a weak antibodies am skipping school 'till the holidays are over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I woke up and saw this text message that my dad sent me. He was practically begging me to stay at home. I was expecting something like, "Sugi please go to school. Use a mask, I don't want you to miss lessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning experimenting with some Photoshop stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have yet another blog template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooddles:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7187822618816355060?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7187822618816355060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-quarantined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7187822618816355060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7187822618816355060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-quarantined.html' title='Self Quarantined:)'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5261571841078237226</id><published>2009-08-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusing Finds'/><title type='text'>I believe;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3447102194_a765b474a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3447102194_a765b474a7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3389251233_154a427fa9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3389251233_154a427fa9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3408057340_785ddc8886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3408057340_785ddc8886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5261571841078237226?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5261571841078237226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5261571841078237226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5261571841078237226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe;'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3447102194_a765b474a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-429724608408525461</id><published>2009-08-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><title type='text'>Buy me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SolTewBI-SI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fEG4HBTWhm8/s1600-h/Sony+apha+A330-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SolTewBI-SI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fEG4HBTWhm8/s320/Sony+apha+A330-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915818366892322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sony Alpha A330!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-429724608408525461?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/429724608408525461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/buy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/429724608408525461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/429724608408525461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/buy-me.html' title='Buy me;'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48MU1LNv2Lg/SolTewBI-SI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fEG4HBTWhm8/s72-c/Sony+apha+A330-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6245045079475620150</id><published>2009-08-16T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>I want Sony A330!</title><content type='html'>My latest craving :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 35px; font-family:arial;font-size:27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sony α A330 DSLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zone-numerique.com/uploads/Appareils/Sony/A380/sony_a380_dos_450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zone-numerique.com/uploads/Appareils/Sony/A380/sony_a380_dos_450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it. Yes. I. Do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really good for amateur photographers because of one of it's key features, the live view mode this means you don't have too peer into the tiny hole thing to take pictures. With the Sony A330, you don't have to lie on the floor to get shots that are in difficult position. Just tilt the life view screen. Easy, yup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that, its got a light weight body that makes it easy to handle especially for petite people that aren't very capable of lifting heavy camera's. Plus, the body is amazingly sleek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that, unlike most SLR's this one has an explanation for every shooting mode you choose. Again, this feature is splendid for amateurs that aren't very familiar with camera symbols. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, what I love about it is the built in Steady Shot, this is a very important feature for me because I can't shoot pictures without shaking my hands. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I. want. it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad says he'll think about it after my year end exams. An anti-climax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6245045079475620150?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6245045079475620150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-sony-a330.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6245045079475620150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6245045079475620150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-sony-a330.html' title='I want Sony A330!'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-7214068116520100534</id><published>2009-08-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>My Teeth Live in a Gated Community Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;=.=" to the post title!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you might have noticed I've been very busy the past week. A lot of things have been going on and my homework pile was growing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if you have been under a coconut shell or your blind, you might have not noticed that I've got braces! :D Ye, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first three days can best be described by the word - hell! I didn't even close my mouth properly due to the pain. :( Now, it's under control by sadly, I still can't chew normal food. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I will be loosing weight but looks like I'll be having diabetes and gaining some weight. I have been very, very high on sugar. Cheesecakes, swiss rolls, ICE-CREAM, and more ICE-CREAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porridge is terrible. It's horrible. It's bleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats all for now, I'm in a very emo mood now. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end this post here. Adieu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3821803133_80b36d07ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-7214068116520100534?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/7214068116520100534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-teeth-live-in-gated-community-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7214068116520100534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/7214068116520100534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-teeth-live-in-gated-community-now.html' title='My Teeth Live in a Gated Community Now.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3821803133_80b36d07ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6958501739746745534</id><published>2009-08-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of mournings and self pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five days a week - school'/><title type='text'>Math = Fail :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a tragic way to start a post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I skipped school yesterday. I wasn't feeling very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nausea + Body ache + Fever = Unfit for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really freaked out right now because everyone is failing math in Form 2. I haven't gotten my results yet but I deduce that Im'ma fail. It was the hardest math test I have even done in the history of math tests I have done in the past. Seriously, I counted my marks and I think the highest I can get is 60% because I left so many questions blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, the problem between math and me is, I always need to be calm when doing math but how on Earth can I stay calm when even the first few question have given me semi heart attacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning on keeping my laptop downstairs every day so that I am not tempted to use it and I will not, so during the extra time, I will do MATH! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough mourning for now. The good news is, my dad and I went to Ikea the other day and now i have a new study table. Sadly, my dad is only fixing it after 2 months because we want to send the old furniture in the study room to our old house but the tenants are away. So yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am totally going through the red phase. I want everything red. I have this breakfast in bed table in red, a dustbin in red, a study chair in red, a tiny chest of drawers in red, shorts in red, a phone in red, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all for now. Adieu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6958501739746745534?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6958501739746745534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/math-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6958501739746745534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6958501739746745534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/math-fail.html' title='Math = Fail :('/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-5995045139601517338</id><published>2009-08-03T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusing Finds'/><title type='text'>Bam-ing vintage glam.</title><content type='html'>'Twas this random urge the other day when I was sitting on my very comfy bed browsing the internet with my laptop on my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; breakfast in bed table. No more burning thighs. :) Back to what I was, trying to say, I've opened a new blog. It's clean and uncluttered and Im'ma organize this blog better as well as give posts that are blog worthy not stupid ones like; posting lyrics or just saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'll tell you about my first layout, since vintage is in, I don't want my blog to be out. So I decided to theme this template &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vintage glam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe are glam and vintage. Hence, the background image. 'Twas from flickr but I forgot exactly who I got it from. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while looking for the perfect picture, I found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:53380/bb997cc35a7b52dd487d308a1a38331a/image/b4b5dbd6271bf04d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://localhost:53380/bb997cc35a7b52dd487d308a1a38331a/image/b4b5dbd6271bf04d.jpg?size=320" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:53380/bb997cc35a7b52dd487d308a1a38331a/image/a93433bf1b4a8932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://localhost:53380/bb997cc35a7b52dd487d308a1a38331a/image/a93433bf1b4a8932.jpg?size=320" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they even have it with Audrey Hepburn. Too bad I don't know where they sell it. :( Not in Malaysia for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot. -Marilyn Monroe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats all for now. Stay tuned, for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;3,sugi&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-5995045139601517338?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/5995045139601517338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/bam-ing-vintage-glam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5995045139601517338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/5995045139601517338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/08/bam-ing-vintage-glam.html' title='Bam-ing vintage glam.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003616433020667972.post-6288923869967817429</id><published>2009-07-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:57:04.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends bring fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random blabbering'/><title type='text'>Of flushing cheeks.</title><content type='html'>The past week has been very amusing in weird ways. I think the long bench has something against me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird stuff always happens there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like on Wednesday, Angela and I were running to the photocopier, wait, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was running&lt;/span&gt; to the photocopier, Angela was strolling. =.=" I was speeding thru the long bench stretch and suddenly the floor felt slippery and I was just thinking, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit, Im'ma fall&lt;/span&gt;" and just that second I skidded and my knees got scratched by the pebbles. I look up flushing red, and I see the head prefect of SPB08/09, staring at me and asking if I'm fine and she was pulling me up. I get up still red on the cheeks and say I'm fine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and continue running &lt;/span&gt;like an idiot. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;* Now my knee's look even uglier with red scratches. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today. Like everyday, today I left my bag at the longbench and paced to my duty post. After duty was over, I came back to the long bench only to discover my bottle missing. I instantly knew it was in the drain. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, sadly, I was right&lt;/span&gt;. :( I tried crossing over the bench but my dumb skirt didn't permit so I walked to the edge and tried working my way in. Failure! So, I tried again to cross the bench. I managed to but, my big foot knocked some basket into the drain. Grr. I picked the basket up first because I was scared the owner might come and scream at me. And by the looks of it, I think it's a teachers. Students don't bring &lt;i&gt;rotans&lt;/i&gt; to school. I got the basket out. Nothing got damaged but the stoopid rotan fell into the drain, again. I fished out my bottle and the cane and finally got out without knocking any dumb thing down. As I was walking to class, I was complaining to a bunch of friends about the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;' and, as I flung my bottle up, the strap gave way and it fell, acquiring more scratches. But thank God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT MISSED THE DRAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003616433020667972-6288923869967817429?l=sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/feeds/6288923869967817429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-flushing-cheeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6288923869967817429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003616433020667972/posts/default/6288923869967817429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukirtha-seran.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-flushing-cheeks.html' title='Of flushing cheeks.'/><author><name>Sukirtha Jenanee Seran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894141429487139894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkNwkPU8pFA/Tk42MIDq8II/AAAAAAAABKI/HqELM8U6v04/s220/DSC00820_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
