<?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-8926594083716664193</id><updated>2011-12-28T00:36:13.059+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Independence Day'/><category term='College'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='Student Council'/><category term='University'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Kpop'/><category term='Production'/><category term='Dancing Through Time'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Performances'/><category term='TDC'/><category term='Penny Cheong'/><title type='text'>Paper Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-5428607243518366063</id><published>2011-12-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:01:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Everything hurts and nothing's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People say that when you hurt someone, you'll always leave a scar. I've had scars on my hands back in 2007 and right now, four years later, the scars can't be seen anymore. So for one moment, I believed that scars too, can heal. Right now, however, I believe that there'll always be a scar, even when you can't see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;It'll get better, Rianne. You just need to believe.&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/8926594083716664193-5428607243518366063?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5428607243518366063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/12/scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/5428607243518366063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/5428607243518366063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/12/scars.html' title='Scars.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-2624288648921175267</id><published>2011-12-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:36:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning point.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially the most undedicated blogger ever but hey, I've been a tad bit busy. So updates on SDC Recognition Day and Far East Movement as promised. SDC Recognition Day was pretty good! It was actually quite grand with all the lightings and everything. All in all, it was a great day. TDC won Best Hallmark Event of the year. I think I mentioned that in my previous post but no harm mentioning it again (:&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/-o9qG_7UyByU/TvbJqUxLbEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SA4p3OYmRVs/s1600/SDC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9qG_7UyByU/TvbJqUxLbEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SA4p3OYmRVs/s320/SDC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TDC's committee of 2011&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynwxps84ANQ/TvbJrSni-NI/AAAAAAAAAq8/RtCyCgwS7U4/s1600/SDC2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynwxps84ANQ/TvbJrSni-NI/AAAAAAAAAq8/RtCyCgwS7U4/s320/SDC2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Weng Ming (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyxxtolxrDU/TvbJr08Q4UI/AAAAAAAAArI/NjKyXDFiMHo/s1600/SDC3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyxxtolxrDU/TvbJr08Q4UI/AAAAAAAAArI/NjKyXDFiMHo/s320/SDC3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sze Ting and Daren and our very pretty trophy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Somewhere after the SDC Recognition Day, I was working to promote Far East Movement cause they were coming to Malaysia. I was pretty much acting like an insane person cause I had to scream in public. Basically, we were pretending we were actual fans. Videos are up on the TuneTalk page so take a look (: Hello, RM300. Goodbye, dignity. However, it was a fun three days with lots of talking and screaming.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNwmlOiIkXE/TvbKw7IEm0I/AAAAAAAAArc/NwZevEvTFKs/s1600/FEM4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNwmlOiIkXE/TvbKw7IEm0I/AAAAAAAAArc/NwZevEvTFKs/s320/FEM4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Far East Movement crew consisting of the fans and the fake Far East Movement members.&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/-hEKHSDcjDgE/TvbKxXw3XWI/AAAAAAAAArg/wZTqgWpdpSE/s1600/FEM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEKHSDcjDgE/TvbKxXw3XWI/AAAAAAAAArg/wZTqgWpdpSE/s320/FEM.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole :D&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/-qprAps3HH7c/TvbKyNoFWHI/AAAAAAAAAro/xqV4ghcd2-A/s1600/FEM2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qprAps3HH7c/TvbKyNoFWHI/AAAAAAAAAro/xqV4ghcd2-A/s320/FEM2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;... No comment.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PGLe16EFc8/TvbKy0DhXgI/AAAAAAAAArw/prJOgB2AkoM/s1600/FEM3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PGLe16EFc8/TvbKy0DhXgI/AAAAAAAAArw/prJOgB2AkoM/s320/FEM3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris, Nicole and yours truly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So it wasn't the real Far East Movement we were screaming for. They were actually dancers we know who were pretending to be them. There was this one boy who really thought it was Far East Movement and asked us to help him take a picture with them. I feel so bad for the boy but I guess it's part of the plan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on! There's this Happiness event that Cadbury throws for people. So I joined one of the flashmobs under this event and it was so fairytale like. Not kidding. It was for someone's anniversary. Nothing much really happened on that day except the fact that we had to wait for ages for the event to actually start. Malaysian timing, I guess. So we pretty much sat around in Times Square in funny looking clothes having everyone stare at us like we were in the wrong era. 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34DgbgVc9aw/TvbMPYCXoiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JFRSF7HPRLk/s1600/make+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34DgbgVc9aw/TvbMPYCXoiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JFRSF7HPRLk/s320/make+up.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us girls putting on make up. There was really no where else to do this.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4G81jDJO4eQ/TvbMUlCfRtI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LuYkmfZVuOc/s1600/chun+kay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4G81jDJO4eQ/TvbMUlCfRtI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LuYkmfZVuOc/s320/chun+kay.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chun Kay!&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/-BsmE4MU0yoY/TvbMV3bGTgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sKzh4Sd4IIY/s1600/mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsmE4MU0yoY/TvbMV3bGTgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sKzh4Sd4IIY/s320/mark.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark, the knight in the skirt.&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/-2lJfCiksO1I/TvbMWjVrctI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5n4xFQnnUSc/s1600/cadburry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lJfCiksO1I/TvbMWjVrctI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5n4xFQnnUSc/s320/cadburry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told you it was like a fairytale.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Student Council also held a party called Monsterball which had a Halloween theme. Mind you, it was an epic fail but I went anyway. I went as a cat! Meow. I didn't take many pictures that night so here's one. Credits to Hsien Ming (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HNTM-cjNPY/TvbNPDWGc_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/wVbYIvjadlo/s1600/meow+kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HNTM-cjNPY/TvbNPDWGc_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/wVbYIvjadlo/s320/meow+kitty.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after this Monsterball event, I had another flashmob in Pavilion! Right after the flashmob, I went shopping and started on Christmas presents. Then, I had dinner and Nicole, Chun Kay, Weng Ming and I went for a contemporary performance in Pudu. It was really nice! The four of us have an idea in mind. We'll try it out somewhere next year. Only got home at 1am that night. Not good at all. There was also dinner with the student council in Alexis later on! Tons of fun that night and I got home before midnight so it was all good.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-6aXUag6rs/TvbOHznF-SI/AAAAAAAAAtY/etxRTcJJSfY/s1600/pavi+flashie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-6aXUag6rs/TvbOHznF-SI/AAAAAAAAAtY/etxRTcJJSfY/s320/pavi+flashie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TDC before the flashmob in Pavilion.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lWi5NugBuI/TvbOLm8LeQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/G_nkctpSh9I/s1600/alexis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lWi5NugBuI/TvbOLm8LeQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/G_nkctpSh9I/s320/alexis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls of CAL Student Council 2011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's probably it! This week, I went for my hospital attachment and I think I learnt quite a lot. The sad thing was we were there following different departments and not shadowing a doctor. I would give anything to shadow a paediatrician. Maybe I'll try my luck and ask anyway. So the hospital attachment was pretty good. Some parts were a tad bit boring, perhaps due to the fact that not many people were free to show us around but all in all, good experience. Of course we were only allowed to observe. Doing it would be a different thing entirely but that's what med school is for right? So far, I have no replies from any universities whatsoever and it's nerve wrecking. I mean it's great that I don't have any rejections but checking my email everyday to see nothing from UCAS makes me even more nervous. These offers would mean the world to me, it's like one step closer to my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Ian had a Christmas party for TDC on the 23rd! It was so much fun! The ride there however, was not fun due to the traffic jam so Daphne and I ended up sleeping in the car. Food was great and the environment was pretty much something any TDC member would enjoy. The secret santa part was fun as we had the whole SOML thing going on. Turns out, Daphne was my secret santa and I was Nicole Wei's secret santa. Picture time, again!&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/-WFOMfk4kdtM/TvbQGVtdARI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k1qb2axGQM4/s1600/TDChristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFOMfk4kdtM/TvbQGVtdARI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k1qb2axGQM4/s320/TDChristmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole crowd for the night (:&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-inZBiaBOylw/TvbQG_bVALI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9vOCoeKdHrY/s1600/victoria+secret%2527s+model.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-inZBiaBOylw/TvbQG_bVALI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9vOCoeKdHrY/s320/victoria+secret%2527s+model.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Victoria Secret's next model : Nicole :P&amp;nbsp;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPYOeqZeXgc/TvbQHfYA9EI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ORJCcDL0rUQ/s1600/daphne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPYOeqZeXgc/TvbQHfYA9EI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ORJCcDL0rUQ/s320/daphne.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My secret santa!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft8gKZrBwUI/TvbQIdgPE7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NXfclYngZX4/s1600/izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft8gKZrBwUI/TvbQIdgPE7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NXfclYngZX4/s320/izzy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle Ng (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBZjE25h4fM/TvbQJC0obzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zP03snlHuUw/s1600/nicole+seah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBZjE25h4fM/TvbQJC0obzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zP03snlHuUw/s320/nicole+seah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sze Ting, again.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvrS6wJUa1o/TvbQJ4lGh9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/_HvHrI1lJic/s1600/nicole+wei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvrS6wJUa1o/TvbQJ4lGh9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/_HvHrI1lJic/s320/nicole+wei.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole Wei (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIxwwV7Mab0/TvbQLFdk7tI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kYGk92PZnoc/s1600/penny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIxwwV7Mab0/TvbQLFdk7tI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kYGk92PZnoc/s320/penny.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penny! PENNY'S BACK.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeah Penny's back for winter break! Gosh I've missed her loads. Feels great to have her back. Oh, college has ended for the year. I have another 2 weeks of holiday before I start my final semester. Results are also out on the first day of Chinese New Year, sadly. I'll hope for the best anyway! For the past few days, I think I've been trying to cope but I don't know if I'm coping yet. Sometimes, I'm okay. Sometimes, I'm not but I'm sure as hell not looking forward to seeing a particular person. How do you face someone after they betrayed your trust? Ah well. I'll cope.&lt;i&gt; I can forgive in time but I know I'll &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now, guys. It's been a very long 3 days and I'm going to get some rest. Oh,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, darlings! Though mine isn't very joyous at the moment, I hope everyone else is having a great time. I'll blog again &lt;strike&gt;soon&lt;/strike&gt; when I'm not too lazy to blog. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Passion; it's all you need to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-lTx1OYZTBnw/TvbRwq25PJI/AAAAAAAAAus/6nI15vOv82s/s1600/24122011775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTx1OYZTBnw/TvbRwq25PJI/AAAAAAAAAus/6nI15vOv82s/s320/24122011775.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8926594083716664193-2624288648921175267?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/2624288648921175267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/12/turning-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/2624288648921175267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/2624288648921175267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/12/turning-point.html' title='Turning point.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9qG_7UyByU/TvbJqUxLbEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SA4p3OYmRVs/s72-c/SDC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-3359829284337114828</id><published>2011-11-28T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:05:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So it's already the end of November. It's been ages since I last updated but hey, I've been pretty busy. Finals ended less than a week ago and though it's a load off my shoulders, I feel quite normal. A Levels isn't over yet. There's still A2 to come. Funny how everyone rubs it in my face that college is over for them while I still have another half a year to go. Sure, it's a tad bit upsetting but another half a year in college is actually pretty good. &lt;u&gt;I've made good friends in college and I'm happy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to Singapore somewhere in between my finals cause Stephanie was getting married. Wouldn't miss her wedding for anything, except of course if I had a paper on those few days I was gone but lucky me, no papers. The wedding was great! Makes me want to get married too. The church wedding was beautiful. Maybe I'll convert one day and no, not to have a wonderful church wedding. I have my reasons. So I went to Universal Studios! It was great! I walked in and the first thing I heard was something that sounded like a Harry Potter soundtrack and I &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt; it. The inner fangirl just went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. I don't have many though. Pictures are still with the bride. Credits to Carmen and Steph's cousin (:&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/--n3aFh77RrQ/TtJaCN1GqQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ANrCtQjOP-w/s1600/blog+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n3aFh77RrQ/TtJaCN1GqQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ANrCtQjOP-w/s320/blog+7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to Universal Studios (:&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/-e4GylTW6cyU/TtJaP1GSKvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/DjfsayQE0zY/s1600/blog+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4GylTW6cyU/TtJaP1GSKvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/DjfsayQE0zY/s320/blog+5.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFoeVHQvELY/TtJaRHtedDI/AAAAAAAAAko/fz8RzKfLhwY/s1600/blog+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFoeVHQvELY/TtJaRHtedDI/AAAAAAAAAko/fz8RzKfLhwY/s320/blog+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was really in character. Kudos to him.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dTrlBE3abg/TtJbdXVIP8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/FHMP0oImfVo/s1600/blog+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dTrlBE3abg/TtJbdXVIP8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/FHMP0oImfVo/s320/blog+10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shop called Candylicious. Enough said.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;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/-84ywI1lCWBw/TtJbd1Ht8jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/C8gOiBqAayM/s1600/blog+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84ywI1lCWBw/TtJbd1Ht8jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/C8gOiBqAayM/s320/blog+11.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jelly beans!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9bu8XNVEsU/TtJao3zvh-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/XxKIadAmr8E/s1600/blog+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9bu8XNVEsU/TtJao3zvh-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/XxKIadAmr8E/s320/blog+4.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me. In my robe. After bathing. Trying to study.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfQYRX9rR6g/TtJaOKJ6EEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/y4m5C4tjeR4/s1600/blog+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfQYRX9rR6g/TtJaOKJ6EEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/y4m5C4tjeR4/s320/blog+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the zoo! That's where she registered (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tfUTcQSPLk/TtJbfwHLXJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KjzyH0DDBSU/s1600/blog+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tfUTcQSPLk/TtJbfwHLXJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KjzyH0DDBSU/s320/blog+13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they came in a horse carriage.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ07NlcYKIg/TtJbcxu8DeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FzaRcYBPNXs/s1600/blog+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ07NlcYKIg/TtJbcxu8DeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FzaRcYBPNXs/s320/blog+14.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steph and Vincent.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-xDcnlcxo/TtJaDKgPhvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IZmKj9YVFPo/s1600/blog+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-xDcnlcxo/TtJaDKgPhvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IZmKj9YVFPo/s320/blog+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trisha and I &amp;lt;3&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf_ISsyxGv0/TtJaDlFf15I/AAAAAAAAAjs/s9DPAi1jVcQ/s1600/blog+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf_ISsyxGv0/TtJaDlFf15I/AAAAAAAAAjs/s9DPAi1jVcQ/s320/blog+9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carmen. Trisha.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34p4NTwmehY/TtJaGNp70MI/AAAAAAAAAkE/m5BRdUIrgYk/s1600/blog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34p4NTwmehY/TtJaGNp70MI/AAAAAAAAAkE/m5BRdUIrgYk/s320/blog+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demetrius and I walking down the aisle in the church. Look at the height difference!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-4qB7cQwBE/TtJaFiYjREI/AAAAAAAAAj8/phb6XLMyxUc/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-4qB7cQwBE/TtJaFiYjREI/AAAAAAAAAj8/phb6XLMyxUc/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steph was about to throw her bouquet of flowers.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMLHByfpWDk/TtJaEU92fcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MoHwAqG_pas/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMLHByfpWDk/TtJaEU92fcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MoHwAqG_pas/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridesmaids plus Melissa (who caught the flowers), Steph's cousin and &amp;nbsp;Steph herself (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;All in all, it was a great trip. Then it was back to studying for finals. I studied really hard for trials and I slacked for finals and the feeling eats me up every single day. I don't believe in "if only I..." but yeah, if only. I'm quite disappointed with Chemistry cause I felt like I didn't do so well and it's my best subject. Perhaps it's because it's my best subject that I don't feel I did good enough. I'm hoping for the best though. I also have a mock interview this Tuesday and I pray to God I don't lose my voice cause that would be &lt;strike&gt;bad&lt;/strike&gt; disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, the standard 6 boy I tutored who was terrible in Math got an A for UPSR. Though I don't know what the standards were for UPSR, I'm proud of him. The feelings I got when I found out was amazing. &amp;nbsp;It's great when you know all the effort you out into something or someone made a difference. Anyhow, I'll update on SDC Recognition Day and Far East Movement a bit later. Meanwhile, enjoy! (:&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8k7OMEJOUM/TtJeaeOUE7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/MIAJLt1NEyQ/s1600/blog+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8k7OMEJOUM/TtJeaeOUE7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/MIAJLt1NEyQ/s320/blog+15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to whoever who took this with Rebecca's camera (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I will be brave, starting with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926594083716664193-3359829284337114828?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/3359829284337114828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-its-already-end-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/3359829284337114828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/3359829284337114828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-its-already-end-of-november.html' title='Echo.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n3aFh77RrQ/TtJaCN1GqQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ANrCtQjOP-w/s72-c/blog+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-7602812835561921279</id><published>2011-09-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:10:03.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>A lonely September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September, please be good to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has been a very long month. Weeks of staying back till about 930 everyday as well as going to college over the weekends to study has been pretty much tiring but hey, I think it'll pay off. I studied more than I did for semester one but I know I could have studied a lot more had I put in more effort. Oh well. I already have my Chemistry results and I think it's pretty okay. My practical pulled me down a little but I still have time to work on that so it's okay. Well, it's going to be okay. More than okay actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night before the last day of trials, Justine and I crashed Jia Min's house. So much for studying for Physics practical but oh well, it was fun (: We watched Easy A and ate McDonalds like it was our last meal or something. No, seriously. I felt so full after that meal I didn't have fast food for awhile.&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/-f8K4kDIV9Jw/Tl8l3GNZV9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LFksPMgRN-c/s1600/24082011636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8K4kDIV9Jw/Tl8l3GNZV9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LFksPMgRN-c/s320/24082011636.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Moving on, I think my whole stressed/constant crying streak is over *claps* Right after trials, everything seemed a lot better. Heck, it feels a lot better too. I feel so much lighter and more relaxed. Right after trials, I went out with my classmates! There were quite a number of us but we separated cause we didn't want to watch the same movie. I watched Final Destination. Gruesome, yes but the plot could have been better. Ate some Taiwanese food after the movie, headed back to Jia Min's house(again) and watched Tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit that part of me yearns for some sort of miracle(or fairytale) to happen to me. It's not like I need a fairytale or a miracle cause life's good at the moment but you know, &lt;i&gt;you wonder when your knight in shining armor is going to appear&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;when you're going to do something so crazy that you feel completely overwhelmed, excited and nervous all at the same time&lt;/i&gt; or perhaps, &lt;i&gt;you just wonder when someone's gonna gather up the courage to say something like &lt;b&gt;"Hey, you're a really nice girl and just maybe, I'd like to get to know you better and see where that takes us".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Okay maybe not so direct but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the day after trials ended, I went to college(yes, again) to film a video for Malaysian Studies. I now know that I will &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; succeed as an actress. THEN IT WAS THE CAL AWARDS CEREMONY. Okay nothing big but you know, that'll be me next year, walking up on stage to receive something. So, pictures! Credits to Jia Lin (:&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/-nqRhcHBUJdM/Tl8pWdPe3wI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e2blpM96PEA/s1600/chryssa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqRhcHBUJdM/Tl8pWdPe3wI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e2blpM96PEA/s320/chryssa.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Chryssa (:&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;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBMpM7qBU4/Tl8pVy_DsNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2RLoWEYlXBE/s1600/jia+lin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBMpM7qBU4/Tl8pVy_DsNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2RLoWEYlXBE/s320/jia+lin.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely Jia Lin. She says I look innocent here. True that :P&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/-TClQXuYxQKo/Tl8pW7nW9UI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1ljL-ZLrN1Q/s1600/chryssa+againn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TClQXuYxQKo/Tl8pW7nW9UI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1ljL-ZLrN1Q/s320/chryssa+againn.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chryssa, again.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After the ceremony, I went to Pyramid with TDC members this time. Well, not all of them. Just Yee Lei, Sue, John, Weng Ming, Zheng Yii, Calvinn and Gosu. Watched Final Destination again and this time, I watched more than I did the previous day. The night was filled with much fun and laughter. It was a good night. I broke fast with my Muslim friends the next day. It's been ages since I met them and it was good meeting up again. Ate at Delicious and yeah, high school memories; something you don't get anywhere else, not even college :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malacca on Monday with the family. It's been awhile since we went anywhere together. It was good. The food and everything. It was also my dad's birthday on Tuesday so&lt;b&gt; HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DADDY!&lt;/b&gt; Came back on Tuesday cause Trisha had gymnastics training on Wednesday. The hotel in Malacca was freezing cold, btw! It was really pretty though and not to mention comfortable as well. I don't have a picture with daddy on his birthday :/ I will make sure I take one next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday came and guess what? It was Malaysia's Independence Day! &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED MERDEKA, MALAYSIA&lt;/b&gt; (: It was also John's(or Cecelia's) birthday! Yep, he's a Merdeka baby. Threw him a surprise party in his house and we got cake on his face, ate, played, talked. Not many pictures were taken but here's one. Credits to Geraldine!&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/-1tRJPg-gxtw/Tl8tGK5lHqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/n2IiX-yYdKg/s1600/Johnlolololol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tRJPg-gxtw/Tl8tGK5lHqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/n2IiX-yYdKg/s320/Johnlolololol.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, John (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And here I am, on my bed blogging after such a long week. It feels like it's been ages since trials ended but it's only been a week, I think. Just applied for university and I gotta admit, I'm nervous. Medicine's such a competitive field and there are so many brilliant people out there who would make good doctors and surgeons but hey, I'm hoping to be a &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; doctor and surgeon. Just a tad bit nervous about my trials results. Maybe it's normal to be this nervous. I don't know but I'm just hoping for the best. I think that's all for now. It's a long post, isn't it? Ah well, I rarely blog now so it's okay. Maybe I'll blog again tonight. Goodbye, world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;When they say time heals everything, they didn't mention how long it would take.&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/8926594083716664193-7602812835561921279?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7602812835561921279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/7602812835561921279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/7602812835561921279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-september.html' title='A lonely September.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8K4kDIV9Jw/Tl8l3GNZV9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LFksPMgRN-c/s72-c/24082011636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-58287269350348618</id><published>2011-08-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:29:57.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penny Cheong'/><title type='text'>Brown eyed girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, world. Meet&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Penny Cheong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mNF77qDSBE/TjgEtZzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PZ29LMYPQzE/s1600/225658_10150725071685596_781995595_19721223_1986322_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mNF77qDSBE/TjgEtZzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PZ29LMYPQzE/s320/225658_10150725071685596_781995595_19721223_1986322_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;30th July 2011&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Through Time.&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;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dear, Penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you and it's really great that I got to know you this year. You're leaving soon. In less than 2 months and I really don't know how to feel about that. It's a tad bit unfair that I only got to know you for such a short period of time but then again, I thank God that I even got the chance to get to know you. I really look up to you, you know. As a senior, a friend and well, a sister. You never fail to try to see the good things about someone and the fact that you try your best to look at something from someone else's point of view is something I truly admire. You're just so patient and obliging with everyone that sometimes, I wish I could tell people to stop taking advantage of you but then again, it would be rude of me. HOWEVER, if anyone crosses the line, I'll totally whoop that person's butt for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's funny how I could relate to you so easily. From the first day we talked near the studio door right until now, I don't think I've kept anything from you. Not my past and definitely not my present. The fact that you ask a simple "How are you?" or "How have you been?" or even an "Are you okay?" means a lot to me cause no one does it anymore. It's nice to know that at least someone out there genuinely cares and I sincerely thank you for that. I don't know what I'm going to do when you leave. We've always had our little talks in the studio about everything and when you go, I don't think there's anyone left. No one quite like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss you, Penny. I'll miss you loads. Maybe I'll meet you in the UK when I go over to study. I know it's a tad bit early for a post like this but I may not have the time after this. I will send you off though. That's a promise I make. Even if I'm having exams then, I promise I'll go to the airport to see you off. I'm glad you're taking this opportunity to build yourself a future and I'm honestly proud of you for that. We'll keep in touch even if we're at opposite ends of the world and we'll have our conversations on Skype despite the time difference. I will stay up if I have to. I love you, dear! Thank you for everything you've done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're gonna go far in the things you wanna do, Penny. &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926594083716664193-58287269350348618?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/58287269350348618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/brown-eyed-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/58287269350348618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/58287269350348618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/brown-eyed-girl.html' title='Brown eyed girl.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mNF77qDSBE/TjgEtZzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PZ29LMYPQzE/s72-c/225658_10150725071685596_781995595_19721223_1986322_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-3521268594567676745</id><published>2011-08-02T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:26:35.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing Through Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Production'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>My shipper heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it's already August! Time flies by really really fast. It seems like it was just a few weeks ago where I first started college. Anyway, TDC's production was just over last week! &lt;b&gt;Dancing Through Time&lt;/b&gt; was a blast, really. Despite the countless hours of practices, the frustration, the blood, bruises, sweat and tears, it was all worth it. That satisfaction from just being on stage gives me a high that I've never ever felt before. Funny how I always told myself that I would lay off from TDC for awhile for A Levels but I never seem to be able to do so. Nothing feels more like home. It's not everyday you find a club with people who share the same passion as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! Production! There were the good things and bad things. Made new friends, some things were said and some were just well, left unsaid and some need not be said. Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruise count : 7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty bruises, really. Then again, I already said it was worth it so it's cool (: Moving on, I realised I spent so much of my time dancing that I haven't really prepared for trials and I really don't wanna disappoint my parents but mostly, I just don't wanna disappoint myself. Maybe my 'average' is your 'superb' but hey, we've all got our standards. I also don't just wanna perform averagely. I'd like to be outstanding or something of that sort. Trials in 9 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Two and a half weeks long. 13 papers. Bring it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from production! Credits to those who brought their cameras cause I didn't bother to bring mine :P&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/-EBhcGfTd3mk/TjfMPvwPc6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/fI9cYhSKqlE/s1600/284449_10150253794989667_621049666_7504342_3324002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBhcGfTd3mk/TjfMPvwPc6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/fI9cYhSKqlE/s320/284449_10150253794989667_621049666_7504342_3324002_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brenda. Cindy. Rianne.&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/-80kiIytx3CE/TjfMRsLnJbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zE_AUWLEx2I/s1600/249369_10150733516665515_802755514_20093335_3851663_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80kiIytx3CE/TjfMRsLnJbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zE_AUWLEx2I/s320/249369_10150733516665515_802755514_20093335_3851663_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monkey see, monkey do.&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/-pqW0MUYgUoM/TjfMS9gUIyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Xk4AJSft8jA/s1600/252062_10150733335335515_802755514_20090766_8249538_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqW0MUYgUoM/TjfMS9gUIyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Xk4AJSft8jA/s320/252062_10150733335335515_802755514_20090766_8249538_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foundation for Li Ching!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e95vAhhPmo/TjfPGLExeDI/AAAAAAAAAis/T6AzoBPxnGs/s1600/205995_10150725071125596_781995595_19721210_7238004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e95vAhhPmo/TjfPGLExeDI/AAAAAAAAAis/T6AzoBPxnGs/s320/205995_10150725071125596_781995595_19721210_7238004_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yee Lei's pretty hair :D&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/-dRuRMNdSfWo/TjfMVXslwHI/AAAAAAAAAik/O02X5vs_dUk/s1600/281604_10150253794504667_621049666_7504331_14559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRuRMNdSfWo/TjfMVXslwHI/AAAAAAAAAik/O02X5vs_dUk/s320/281604_10150253794504667_621049666_7504331_14559_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best photo of Kai-Cong :P&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/-tK3dbTNdASU/TjfMWFBl7zI/AAAAAAAAAio/2iWfaZhBogQ/s1600/283279_10150728335830640_626745639_19797307_1979525_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tK3dbTNdASU/TjfMWFBl7zI/AAAAAAAAAio/2iWfaZhBogQ/s320/283279_10150728335830640_626745639_19797307_1979525_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark :D&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;&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/-0PRXJwBZd6E/TjfMQQKumyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kSZfLEWEvsA/s1600/183818_10150394876058989_753078988_10668853_5953317_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PRXJwBZd6E/TjfMQQKumyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kSZfLEWEvsA/s320/183818_10150394876058989_753078988_10668853_5953317_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romeo!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCqNuhPpiDc/TjfMSL8PRPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2piAJc3jqtw/s1600/250392_10150253795949667_621049666_7504361_4282229_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCqNuhPpiDc/TjfMSL8PRPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2piAJc3jqtw/s320/250392_10150253795949667_621049666_7504361_4282229_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So central.&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/-yeBMjy0B2qU/TjfMQ0nY7yI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qO1UJkzNvX8/s1600/216976_10150267760678476_524088475_7512404_3773217_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeBMjy0B2qU/TjfMQ0nY7yI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qO1UJkzNvX8/s320/216976_10150267760678476_524088475_7512404_3773217_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lazy.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tE5uR2N0kUI/TjfMT-Yv1BI/AAAAAAAAAig/-_lrgJAnH6Q/s1600/281402_10150267761963476_524088475_7512432_4214889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tE5uR2N0kUI/TjfMT-Yv1BI/AAAAAAAAAig/-_lrgJAnH6Q/s320/281402_10150267761963476_524088475_7512432_4214889_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finale (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most epic picture ever.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxPRY_Csgo8/TjfMTX26_oI/AAAAAAAAAic/i788_bqQ1F8/s1600/263356_10150252597746687_644881686_7787311_2054408_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxPRY_Csgo8/TjfMTX26_oI/AAAAAAAAAic/i788_bqQ1F8/s320/263356_10150252597746687_644881686_7787311_2054408_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Sebastian.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it's also fasting month now so happy fasting! I'll probably fast again this year :D Tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926594083716664193-3521268594567676745?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/3521268594567676745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-shipper-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/3521268594567676745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/3521268594567676745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-shipper-heart.html' title='My shipper heart.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBhcGfTd3mk/TjfMPvwPc6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/fI9cYhSKqlE/s72-c/284449_10150253794989667_621049666_7504342_3324002_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-6135287637482262239</id><published>2011-06-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:47:13.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want you so bad, can you feel it too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of holiday just went by like that. I swear I don't know what I did the entire two weeks. It definitely didn't go as planned but there were good times. Then again, there were bad times too. Not to mention loads of it. It's crazy. It's been a month already. One month since I felt this way. It's not that I'm depressed or anything of that sort or at least I hope I'm not depressed. I just tend to cry ever so often that it gets a tad bit tiring. I don't even know why I'm crying. Maybe I do. I just don't want to admit it. It's so wrong of me. Very. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so freaking lost sometimes you have no idea. I'm not saying I'm sad all the time cause I'm happy too. Just not the happiest I can be. There are so many people around me, people of different personalities and I do enjoy the company of each and every single one of them. I just don't feel like I belong in anywhere right now. That's how lost I am. Sometimes, all I want to do is just lie down in bed and just not think about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, moving on from that sad part of my life, things are pretty alright.Ya know, aside from all that. I went for my driving test today. I passed the circuit part of the test. I just failed on the road. Major fail right? Ah I'm retaking the test in about two weeks. It's 200 bucks to take the test again. I could do better things with that money. Oh well. Semester 2 is starting tomorrow! No time to fool around at all. I'm gonna be busy with dance practices cause production's coming up! *enthusiastic applause* As I was saying, dance practices and such will commence this week so if I don't manage my time properly, I'm screwed. &lt;b&gt;No pressure, Rianne. No pressure at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I went for a Kpop dance competition yesterday. I wasn't dancing, just supporting Iylia. Whoopdedoo! It was mucho awesome. Seriously. I remember how I hated kpop so much back in high school but after joining TDC, I think I'm getting sucked into the kpop world. Their dances are just jaw-dropping. I guess I like the dances more than the song but ah, both are pretty damn good. I'm gonna go get ready for college. Pack my bag and all that. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;How do you settle for second best when you've had the best?&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/8926594083716664193-6135287637482262239?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6135287637482262239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6135287637482262239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6135287637482262239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-953431235682010762</id><published>2011-06-14T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:53:12.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Council'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>Classic Hollywood Glamour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Classic Hollywood Glamour&lt;/b&gt;. That was the theme for CAL Senior Night this year. It was held last Friday in Marriott hotel and mind you, that place is so pretty. We were a tad bit behind schedule but everything ended up great in the end. Everyone looked so gorgeous, both guys and girls. Ah, I can't wait for my own prom next year. Anyway, looks like all the hard work and effort paid off, especially Janice's. Big kudos to her. It was definitely a night to remember even if it wasn't my own prom. Just so you know, I was there under student council and I was also performing under TDC (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What made it better was the fact that my last paper of semester one finals was on that day so it was pretty much a celebration. The student council got two rooms to ourselves so we stayed over. It was cool, really. TDC's performance was pretty good too, I think but I have yet to watch a video of it, IF there's a video of it.&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/-D7KeI9i-zHQ/TfdWdwJX8gI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pPmvDz7nHyY/s1600/pennehhh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7KeI9i-zHQ/TfdWdwJX8gI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pPmvDz7nHyY/s320/pennehhh.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Penny on the floor. Hsien Ming on the left and Iylia on the right. I'm in the center. Mark's up there. Staring.&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/-lt7SKcLTCpY/TfdWf5ZsuMI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4ZPCi_7G2Eg/s1600/marrkkk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7SKcLTCpY/TfdWf5ZsuMI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4ZPCi_7G2Eg/s320/marrkkk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me in the center with Mark doing the dip thing. Iylia looks smokin'. Enough said.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ah the pictures aren't very clear but oh well, it's the best I've got so far.&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/-aJ2qDIZK8nE/TfdWe1y-XYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qFMqo2O6I54/s1600/mabelllll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ2qDIZK8nE/TfdWe1y-XYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qFMqo2O6I54/s320/mabelllll.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penny, me, Hsien Ming and Mabel. Mabel is honestly too cute.&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/-WToc6O4SBdY/TfdWfY-4wEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Y8DUMFIxjoQ/s1600/maomao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WToc6O4SBdY/TfdWfY-4wEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Y8DUMFIxjoQ/s320/maomao.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mao Mao and I after I changed into a dress (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I don't have pictures with the council D: Ah well, there'll be a time for pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I need to go out to watch movies. I'm going out for &lt;b&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow. I. Cannot. Wait. Too excited for my own good, I think. Also, I've been eating so much. It's like all I ever think about is food which is well, normal. HAHA. I'm on holiday now. I think I'm gonna go and watch a few movies tonight cause I haven't watched the telly in ages. One last note, I'm performing for CPU prom this Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Nervous, but excited.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I'd like to make it to forever with you, just one day at a time.&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/8926594083716664193-953431235682010762?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/953431235682010762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/classic-hollywood-glamour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/953431235682010762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/953431235682010762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/classic-hollywood-glamour.html' title='Classic Hollywood Glamour.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7KeI9i-zHQ/TfdWdwJX8gI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pPmvDz7nHyY/s72-c/pennehhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-6008696826048774899</id><published>2011-06-04T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:56:42.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Halfway gone.</title><content type='html'>It's already the sixth month of the year! How time flies when you're having fun/slogging in college/&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dancing all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;/sleeping/eating. Semester 1 of college just ended yesterday and my final exams for this semester is next week. I cannot wait to get it over and done with. 2 weeks of holiday coming up after that which I am obviously beyond excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do during the holidays :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;University applications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IELTS application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hospital attachments :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study so I don't panic for trials and AS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance, dance, dance, dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics PBL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysian Studies assignments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysian Studies video presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I missing anything? I don't know. Hope not. College's been good. It got sucky at one point but it's all good now, I think. Wouldn't trade PM6 for anything in the world (: I'm also wondering if I should drop Thinking Skills. It's not that bad of a subject but I find it rather pointless at the moment but ah, I still haven't decided. Anyway, time to meet the classmates!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QExOEp619a8/TeoZSomtUKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/28IIHmIe2HA/s1600/Pm66666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QExOEp619a8/TeoZSomtUKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/28IIHmIe2HA/s400/Pm66666.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a boss, baby. Like a boss.&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/-uObIkTjTjLs/TeoZTRykiMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IGblAA-kINA/s1600/PM6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uObIkTjTjLs/TeoZTRykiMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IGblAA-kINA/s400/PM6.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;Class of PM6 '11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's my Math lecturer in the middle :D&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/-ZRkzeohY4PQ/TeoZaxj5LPI/AAAAAAAAAho/ZZvYnyL4DJs/s1600/29042011526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRkzeohY4PQ/TeoZaxj5LPI/AAAAAAAAAho/ZZvYnyL4DJs/s400/29042011526.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Su Jane. Dance studio. Converse. Enough said.&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/-oLS10gD-Wyw/TeoZfI292eI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ocCXu5I3LEQ/s1600/C360_2011-04-22+11-52-51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oLS10gD-Wyw/TeoZfI292eI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ocCXu5I3LEQ/s400/C360_2011-04-22+11-52-51.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;Miss Cindy who happens to be my Chemistry lecturer :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough pictures for this post, I think.So anyway, I watched this video on youtube of this child who slapped his mom. Uhm what, kid, what? I don't know. I would never lay a finger on my mom, unless... I wanna hug her. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hello, she brought you into this world and she can jolly well take that back from you.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. Teens getting pregnant and all that crap, who even started this lifestyle? I want my kids to grow up the way I did. You don't see me walking around slapping my mom and getting pregnant. Why am I even ranting, it doesn't even affect me but anyway, just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of kids, I can't wait to have kids of my own. I absolutely &lt;b&gt;adore&lt;/b&gt; kids. I don't promise to be a great mom or anything but I promise I'll try. Okay wait. Why am I even thinking so far ahead? I'm not even done with college yet. One step at a time, Rianne. One step at a time. Okay I'm off! Gonna bring out my inner nerd (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PI3TKP_YNw/TeocIItzE9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/j1ufVZyLO7I/s1600/Picture0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PI3TKP_YNw/TeocIItzE9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/j1ufVZyLO7I/s400/Picture0042.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;Supergirl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who says nerds can't be cool?&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/8926594083716664193-6008696826048774899?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6008696826048774899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/halfway-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6008696826048774899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6008696826048774899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/06/halfway-gone.html' title='Halfway gone.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QExOEp619a8/TeoZSomtUKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/28IIHmIe2HA/s72-c/Pm66666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-8841901126290486079</id><published>2011-05-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:04:29.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Moving on from you.</title><content type='html'>Starting right now. At this moment. This very second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926594083716664193-8841901126290486079?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8841901126290486079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on-from-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/8841901126290486079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/8841901126290486079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on-from-you.html' title='Moving on from you.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-8190349939031894445</id><published>2011-05-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:04:53.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>So tell me, darling do you wish we'd fall in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the time. All the friggin time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not going to happen, Rianne. It just isn't so give it up already. Studies first, I guess. Yeah, studies first. No wait, studies and TDC first. Everything else doesn't really matter at this point. Second blog post of the day? Shows how much I love procrastinating. The pile of homework beside me hasn't moved an inch yet but I'll get it done by Monday. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my throat feels a tad bit better but it's still crappy nonetheless. I have driving lessons tomorrow and I'm dreading it. Somebody should turn off the sun for a moment or two. Moving on, I miss having free time or rather, I miss having my face stuck in a storybook for days. Right now, all I ever do is go online which isn't the best thing to do. Note to self : Self-discipline is very much needed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just say yes. Please&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/8926594083716664193-8190349939031894445?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8190349939031894445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tell-me-darling-do-you-wish-wed-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/8190349939031894445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/8190349939031894445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tell-me-darling-do-you-wish-wed-fall.html' title='So tell me, darling do you wish we&apos;d fall in love?'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-6109543202784219357</id><published>2011-05-07T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:07:26.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>Intensity.</title><content type='html'>&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/-f1n5iF81Flw/TcTA__MWr7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/sDSbNowqPAI/s1600/omnomnomnomnomnonm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1n5iF81Flw/TcTA__MWr7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/sDSbNowqPAI/s400/omnomnomnomnomnonm.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;TSL Scholarship Award Ceremony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hello, world! Another performance down. It was during the TSL Scholarship Award Ceremony, btw! I got the scholarship as well :D Moving on, it was an okay performance, I guess. Good but not great. Ah well. More practice coming up soon. I have this nasty bruise on my left hip. It disgusts people but I find it cool. Those are like battle scars or something (: It's less than one month till my Semester 1 examinations start. I'm far from ready. In fact, I've only been studying for minor tests and not for Semester 1 exams. I should start studying&amp;nbsp;consistently. Don't wanna disappoint mom and dad with my Semester 1 results. They might make me cut down in TDC time and that's something I don't want. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went to bed last night with a terrible sore throat hoping it'll be gone in the morning. Turns out, it got worse. I can barely put anything down my throat without it hurting. Honey doesn't seem to work at the moment. I also have a flu. I think my immune system has been taking a break from its duty. Migraines every single day in college isn't the best feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my room that looks like a pig sty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write my personal statement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write out the fact sheet for student council&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat and sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all I have to do. I really wanna watch Red Riding Hood, btw. I also can't wait for Pirates of The Caribbean to be released. Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow is just epic. He's uber hot too so heh *insert fangirl scream* Okay I think I'm heading to the doctor now. Gonna check on my nasty throat. One more picture for this post.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbowNUCj5zM/TcTBCas-O8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/OcQKiB4Dgbc/s1600/lalalalalalalallaalalalallalalalhjfbyvaiofv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbowNUCj5zM/TcTBCas-O8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/OcQKiB4Dgbc/s400/lalalalalalalallaalalalallalalalhjfbyvaiofv.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;Othniel and I (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All for the love of dance.&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/8926594083716664193-6109543202784219357?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6109543202784219357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/tsl-scholarship-award-ceremony-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6109543202784219357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/6109543202784219357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/tsl-scholarship-award-ceremony-hello.html' title='Intensity.'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1n5iF81Flw/TcTA__MWr7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/sDSbNowqPAI/s72-c/omnomnomnomnomnonm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926594083716664193.post-2236827569713315023</id><published>2011-05-01T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:57:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So why do you dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/-ImQNcvsJkV0/Tb0lN5uiyAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q0otvmjZF8I/s1600/showdown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImQNcvsJkV0/Tb0lN5uiyAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q0otvmjZF8I/s1600/showdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fusion Stepsetters.&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/-YzqAnE0eI1s/Tb0oBcP49cI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_eTnP2-psCw/s1600/DSC03324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzqAnE0eI1s/Tb0oBcP49cI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_eTnP2-psCw/s320/DSC03324.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaynor Minden pointe shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dance. It's what gets me through the day, sometimes the week. Joining TDC is something I will never regret. All I look forward to when I go to college is to just step into the studio and dance. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TDC ; A home like no other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The fact that so many different styles of dance can come come together makes it all the more better, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started contemporary this year and I honestly love it. I want to learn so much more before I leave college or rather, before Isabelle leaves the country. I honestly look up to Isabelle so much. Both her and Mark. They're both so inspiring and if I could reach their level of intensity, technique and chemistry when they dance together, oh boy I'd be one happy girl. I guess a permanent partner would be the first step cause long term practice would lead to an understanding between the partners; what they lack and how to compensate for each other like what Isabelle tells me. Ah well, here's a picture of Isabelle and Mark.&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/-N-lbIrhaseI/Tb0qZW7fFwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ps02SqYdIEc/s1600/intensity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-lbIrhaseI/Tb0qZW7fFwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ps02SqYdIEc/s400/intensity.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. Intense.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Moving on, I still remember how much it used to hurt to watch people dance when I couldn't cause of my hip injury. When I say it hurts, it hurts like crap. I didn't know it was possible for me feel that much hurt just cause I couldn't dance but watching others dance happily, it was mental and physical torture. It's like you long to dance but you're just watching cause you know you can't. Ah but that was then, I dance pretty much everyday now and that's all that matters (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance because it's only natural. Because it feels so normal to do so that when I don't dance, I feel odd. I dance because that high I feel is something nothing else can give me. Not yet, anyway. I'm hoping surgery gives me the same kind of high. Dancing and performing feels even better now that I'm so much more exposed to it and frankly, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I found myself in dance and that makes it so much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, college is good. Way better than high school. I met Justine in college and she's one heck of a friend. Honestly, she is. The classmates of PM6 are great too! I'm also in student council. Right now, all I'm focusing on is A Levels, TDC and student council. My family and friends too, of course. Everything else will just fall into place like it's supposed to. Someone up there has a bigger plan for me and I don't plan on changing the plans He made for me. So yeah, we'll just let everything else fall into place (:&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/-WMR-rT6MOWg/Tb0tLWwn-AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/E6SKUlH9FUY/s1600/THE+JUSTINE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMR-rT6MOWg/Tb0tLWwn-AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/E6SKUlH9FUY/s400/THE+JUSTINE.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justine (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Okay that's one really long first post. I guess I got my blogging mojo back! Off to get my work done now. Blogger, I've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who said I can't be superman?&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/8926594083716664193-2236827569713315023?l=rianneohyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/2236827569713315023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-why-do-you-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/2236827569713315023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926594083716664193/posts/default/2236827569713315023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rianneohyeah.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-why-do-you-dance.html' title='So why do you dance?'/><author><name>Rianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033536634990098050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzPzG8gqkNs/S9PgT5za6XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aFUQCYgE368/S220/Picture0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImQNcvsJkV0/Tb0lN5uiyAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q0otvmjZF8I/s72-c/showdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
