<?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-3385891300246223796</id><updated>2011-10-05T01:33:50.405+08:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='events'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='school'/><category term='Cameron Highlands'/><category term='out we go'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>The Undesirable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2898488388970942359</id><published>2011-07-03T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:01:32.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>BYEBYEBYEBYEBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ready :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go of this shitty blog and shitty memories ;) Not all are shitty, so I'm just gonna leave it here with a link in my new blog at moi archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the end i guess i still am holding on a lil ehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is guys. No gonna like force you into relinking or crap like that coz well, it's a free world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.camen-t.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://camen-t.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of any other domain. Quit fathoming D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Undesirable-Camen,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great 4 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(holymada i've been on this blog for that long). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's time to let go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You've been an incredible canvas for me to paint. It's not you, it's me. I'm not gonna lie, loyalty isn't one of the traits I possess. But I promise, I'll forever and always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;CAMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2898488388970942359?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2898488388970942359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2898488388970942359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2898488388970942359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2898488388970942359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/07/byebyebyebyebye.html' title='BYEBYEBYEBYEBYE'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5078414023275737509</id><published>2011-02-04T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:18:58.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year! :)</title><content type='html'>So, my grandad passed away on the 19th of December, 2010. Thus, for 100 days I have to sorta mourn by not celebrating any occasion. Including Chinese New Year. I mean I can celebrate it.. But I'm not allowed to enter other my friends' and relatives' homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, and I do not believe in silly superstitions like such. But I accept it, and I respect my grandmom who is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to wish all of you a Happy Chinese New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so bored. (Can you tell? When I get too bored,I start blogging.) teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can a teenage girl do when she's bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5415594599_8af03b6526_b.jpg" alt="Picture 1" width="642" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;She abuses the webcam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting quite comfortable with my new glasses and I've learned to like it. I like that it's versatile. It can be trendy and that I can wear it school to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5180/5415594609_b5ec6966eb_b.jpg" alt="Picture 4" width="641" height="237" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm starting to think I look better with my spectacle on! :0 tell me your opinion, my imaginative readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5415594611_1b99bd7ae1_z.jpg" alt="Picture 6" width="640" height="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last friday was the R.E.A.L Academic Award, where they reward you with trophies and certificates for your performance in class based on the 3rd term exams of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold trophy&lt;/span&gt;: Best In Literature In English ( there's only like 7 students who take this subject LOL! But I scored A+ throughout all 3 terms okay! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze Trophy&lt;/span&gt;: Best Performance in Semi Science Stream, 3rd Place. ( Wenx got first and Karen got 2nd ) I bet their scores were higher than mine by alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew an event like that took place, I would have studied harder teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunYing's house tomorrow! Yeeha. He was my only friend who allowed me in his house D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5078414023275737509?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5078414023275737509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5078414023275737509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5078414023275737509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5078414023275737509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year! :)'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5415594599_8af03b6526_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4154568404226750395</id><published>2011-02-01T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:19:30.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just for Gags</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to get passport-sized photographs for myself for some particulars I have to submit after CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a new pair of spectacles as my old one went missing! It's an embarrassing story; I put them in my pocket and it fell off somewhere and I can't find it D:&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Sg Wang on Sunday to get them done ASAP because I rely on them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My power increased by 50 for each eye. Its not bad for 2 years. So its 250 and 300. Its pretty high, but my eyes do okay without them sometimes.. LIKE NOW HEH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the optician suggested me to wear my spectacles on more frequent for the first few days so that I can get used to it. I told my mom I wanted to take them off when I take the passport-sized photos, but she told me to put em on so that I'll look more like a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Here comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5407182123_fc516c3fa0.jpg" alt="01022011795" width="392" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR STUDENT. I look like a fat geek who gets her head forced down the toilet bowl by mean girls FML. The glasses only accentuate my nerdy-ness. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought retro glasses were the "in" thing now, and being the superficial teen I am, I chose it. My dad likes it (he's  always supportive) and my mom calls me lam ah zan! 林阿珍!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who the hell she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TUgcnRQmIZI/AAAAAAAABkw/D3Wfl6GmHDc/s1600/hkedt_1159267734-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TUgcnRQmIZI/AAAAAAAABkw/D3Wfl6GmHDc/s400/hkedt_1159267734-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568732400217104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS my friends, is 林阿珍 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's exaggerating, I'm EXTREMELY sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my photos be as acceptable as my camwhore self?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5407218755_7a183fdefa.jpg" alt="DSCF9121" width="385" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eff-ed up pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5407241919_a3f6bdd41e.jpg" alt="DSCF9122" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bimbo. Excuse me for my shameless display of disgusting self affection. &lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4154568404226750395?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4154568404226750395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4154568404226750395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4154568404226750395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4154568404226750395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-for-gags.html' title='Just for Gags'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5407182123_fc516c3fa0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6432575268275988641</id><published>2011-02-01T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:45:29.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Will Follow You Into The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OVZn_UXR14Y" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover by AJ Rafael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lCPRagQHhBw" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover by Gavin Mikhail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z2m4eEbnR5I" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T be honest this is my favourite, but he talked so much and sang so little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Am0IFwjPyYA" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to listen to the original by DCFC. Love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty obsessed with this song. It touched something in me. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6432575268275988641?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6432575268275988641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6432575268275988641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6432575268275988641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6432575268275988641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='I Will Follow You Into The Dark'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OVZn_UXR14Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2766364216316184195</id><published>2011-01-22T21:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:44:57.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Chinese Singing Competition</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I don't have to elaborate much on the Chinese Singing Competition since it has created such a buzz on Facebook! But nah! I still wanna blog about it :D Okay, the competition was open since last year, November before school ended. Auditions were held, for solo acts and groups. And this is the first time Suria organised such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there during the auditions, as a timekeeper but I was actually chosen to be the Emcee of the event alongside Chee Kit and Evane. I wasn't excited about it at first, to be perfectly honest, I thought of it as a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY WAS I WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that offer of becoming the Emcee for this event was one of the best things that happened to me in my life as a high school student. I am now very much closer to people like Yee Ying, Chee Kit and Wei Loon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Chee Kit! WTF Chee Kit's mean comments and stabbing are like EPIC and hilarious! I can't help but laugh my head off when he makes an evil comment about someone. HAHAHA, memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTrwiVdX0kI/AAAAAAAABjw/TY6Clt12eLw/s1600/167240_182488655117738_100000698135271_480117_7994260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTrwiVdX0kI/AAAAAAAABjw/TY6Clt12eLw/s400/167240_182488655117738_100000698135271_480117_7994260_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565024762236228162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to Ingrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTrwiIxQMrI/AAAAAAAABjo/evT10TpnClY/s1600/166467_182259371807333_100000698135271_478941_7770358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTrwiIxQMrI/AAAAAAAABjo/evT10TpnClY/s400/166467_182259371807333_100000698135271_478941_7770358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565024758829953714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the picture used for the slideshow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to JiaWen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all my experiences of becoming an Emcee, this tops it off. I had the most fun, even when I was moving around with heels 4 inches high for 3 hours. Okay fine, I admit it was brutally painful D: I was actually quite nervous at first because I had to speak some lines in Chinese (it is a chinese singing competition after all) Its not that I suck real bad in Chinese, its just that I don't feel as confident speaking in Chinese than in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5163/5377355575_28d95aeb5d.jpg" alt="DSCF9068" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emcees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5377367039_25b1b8ef93.jpg" alt="DSCF9086" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yee Thong and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5122/5377381587_b1ef75753b.jpg" alt="DSCF9085" width="500" height="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid hair made me look like I have double chin :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5206/5378007244_7c511a3848.jpg" alt="DSCF9084" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evane and Yee Thong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all went better than expected! And some teachers even told us we done well :D teehee, but there were alot of spontaneous crap we had to come up with since we were so lazy to prepare scripts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5002/5377552969_363bd6fd13.jpg" alt="DSCF9078" width="290" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Kit's expression! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5377527839_7690e5fabb.jpg" alt="DSCF9082" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty pretty Seow Ching from dance group Love City!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5377541085_a051e5456d.jpg" alt="DSCF9079" width="500" height="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backstage crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5377536833_6ac640073a.jpg" alt="DSCF9081" width="500" height="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei Loon and I! I love his complexion ): I cannot resist from touching his face, it looks so smooth, I had to touch it!! Sorry for harassing you Wei Loon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr42AH0baI/AAAAAAAABj4/neG8y1rywYU/s1600/164311_10150100145142929_538827928_6080131_3654495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr42AH0baI/AAAAAAAABj4/neG8y1rywYU/s400/164311_10150100145142929_538827928_6080131_3654495_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565033896199089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evane and I&lt;br /&gt;Credits to MinChi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5NjIHr8I/AAAAAAAABkA/OG4Z8H2swoI/s1600/179214_1746969884982_1560852458_31732094_4917092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5NjIHr8I/AAAAAAAABkA/OG4Z8H2swoI/s400/179214_1746969884982_1560852458_31732094_4917092_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565034300732583874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peisan and I! Thanks to her, I get to see my pictures on FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5mqWWzDI/AAAAAAAABkI/gVZvBnWZgcg/s1600/165653_1746977805180_1560852458_31732115_3807483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5mqWWzDI/AAAAAAAABkI/gVZvBnWZgcg/s400/165653_1746977805180_1560852458_31732115_3807483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565034732168072242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ching Sze, who sits next to me in class since last year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5msVyFMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TLezHOfmKQk/s1600/167539_1747293413070_1560852458_31732796_2134692_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr5msVyFMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TLezHOfmKQk/s400/167539_1747293413070_1560852458_31732796_2134692_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565034732702536898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric and KokTong from 世界末日! They got 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a confession to make:&lt;br /&gt;I am madly in love with Chee Shern's singing. I know lah, I sound like a stupid ass bimbo. But seriously, the way he sings, the way he pours out his soul into the song, the way he sings like every single word of the lyrics are written by him, the intensity of his voice (especially the lower keys he sings omg, his voice can be so deep and light at the same time) .. Its almost like its magic. And its beautiful. Incredibly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it really, you can tear. I'm not exaggerating, seriously. He won okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UUn0k3I/AAAAAAAABkY/7ysipOv4d7Y/s1600/168196_1747297133163_1560852458_31732804_605829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UUn0k3I/AAAAAAAABkY/7ysipOv4d7Y/s400/168196_1747297133163_1560852458_31732804_605829_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565035516609729394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care if I looked like a ghost in this picture but I feel so happy/starstrucked cuz Chee Shern is in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UYBrnoI/AAAAAAAABkg/cX2dvnO7sok/s1600/165787_1747291373019_1560852458_31732791_2762129_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UYBrnoI/AAAAAAAABkg/cX2dvnO7sok/s400/165787_1747291373019_1560852458_31732791_2762129_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565035517523500674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is now complete. HAHAHA, just kidding. There's Chee Shern, credits to Peisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UkZka1I/AAAAAAAABko/Iy-EE5Bu0jE/s1600/179691_1747283252816_1560852458_31732766_7057377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTr6UkZka1I/AAAAAAAABko/Iy-EE5Bu0jE/s400/179691_1747283252816_1560852458_31732766_7057377_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565035520844917586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We gave him flowers when he sang (again because he won). I got too excited, well the picture speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I feel really bad at the same time! D: My good friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenx&lt;/span&gt; was really good too and I didn't give her as much support as I should have. I was blinded by Chee Shern's sudden presence as a performer, I forgot about her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly sorry, Wenx. I know its too late, but please know that you are a star. Forever and always. And because I'm straight, I didn't get all googly-eyed over you D: but please know that you're awesome in singing!! And I feel horrible ): forgive me. And congratulations on being 2nd (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post took me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2766364216316184195?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2766364216316184195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2766364216316184195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2766364216316184195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2766364216316184195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-singing-competition.html' title='Chinese Singing Competition'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TTrwiVdX0kI/AAAAAAAABjw/TY6Clt12eLw/s72-c/167240_182488655117738_100000698135271_480117_7994260_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4230611969260194014</id><published>2011-01-06T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:19:32.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>on days like this i can just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate migraines. im having it for 4 days straight now and i feel groggy all the time. teachers in form 5 are merciless :( its the first week of school and apparently we look like we live on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for my horrible punctuation, i hardly type like this but eeeeeeeeeeeeee. i have so much to do for the weekends and i am finally feeling at least a little satisfaction towards my progress of my complexion. i don't want stress to screw it up for me, i worked too hard for this. i force myself to poop everyday or at least once every two days so that i get rid of the toxins in my toxic body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im experiencing hairfall fugmalife. oh noooo my crowning glory. why can't it be my excessive body hair fall instead nooooo. my hair drops everywhere i go, my kakak is getting annoyed heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't give in to stress and pressure. i will try not to. ok lah sorry for this mildly emo post.&lt;strong&gt; i don't have anyone to talk to other than my imaginary blog readers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog, you have served me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep like a log. and pull off my spongebob smile on my face as usual next morning.  how does spongebob smile anyway? 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this random shite and torturing you guys with a sea of negativity. i still love you guys like i love my awesome pillow which i will be crashing into in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not as much as sexy ass torres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernando, you're unbeatable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4230611969260194014?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4230611969260194014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4230611969260194014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4230611969260194014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4230611969260194014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-736365024510892438</id><published>2010-12-03T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:43:48.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Henna</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="03122010665" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5228920302_04d6b111ba_m.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="03122010664" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5208/5228346605_ef93b02e6d_m.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="03122010657" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5202/5228951360_b4fed0b669_m.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spock fever still not treated ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from Thailand since Monday, and I am insanely lazy to post the pictures I took from Thailand. Maybe some other time when I am free-er :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahh, bliss. I do not understand how my friends can find holidays boring. And they prefer schooling over holidays! I don't find that humanly possible, but oh well. I enjoy relaxing and being a pig at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Chow Kit today (my dad works there) and my mom wanted to get a pedicure nearby so poof we followed. My sister and I went to the beauty parlour and we were there for almost 3 and a half hours 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a productive 3 hours. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUZ I GOT MESELF HENNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just in case you don't know what that is, refer to the above pictures. Its kinda like an "Indian Tattoo" where Indians normally get one on a festive season or perhaps a special occasion like a wedding etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love body art and I use to spam AXN Channel 701 during midnight to watch Miami Ink/London Ink/ LA Ink. I adore Cat, one of the tattoo artist. She's so incredibly skilled and talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henna usually about a week or so but this ink my mom bought is a kick ass one, and when my mom first used it it lasted for about 3 to 4 weeks. YAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngehhhhhhh. shall tumblr now cuz its such a cute network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherio.xxxxxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-736365024510892438?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/736365024510892438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=736365024510892438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/736365024510892438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/736365024510892438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/12/henna.html' title='Henna'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5228920302_04d6b111ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8276891650655939939</id><published>2010-11-18T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:23:37.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>TUMBLR PWEASE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="17112010572" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5187146022_94040aa700.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enlighten me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why my link is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I update my tumblr site more often than I do in blogger cuz its so much more user friendly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TOU2lVirxMI/AAAAAAAABjc/WEAPE8oRuYA/s1600/hand4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540894931614942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TOU2lVirxMI/AAAAAAAABjc/WEAPE8oRuYA/s400/hand4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until i get over the 'spock fever', i will always end my posts with the sign :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8276891650655939939?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8276891650655939939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8276891650655939939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8276891650655939939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8276891650655939939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/11/tumblr-pwease.html' title='TUMBLR PWEASE?'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5187146022_94040aa700_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2902252265938050475</id><published>2010-11-18T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:36:19.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs-haustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="14112010535" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5187236352_1f81c77c71.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, look at my retainer box making its debut! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh I'm craving for half boiled eggs eeeeeek. ): Today's Talentime was a fiasco to me. I find it soooo incredibly challenging to pull a straight face. I'm trying really hard not to be mean, but sometimes we should have humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we should have self-confidence, but &lt;strong&gt;NOT TOO MUCH TIL YOUR SELF JUDGEMENTS ARE OBSCURED!&lt;/strong&gt; Its pretty shameful. Just standing there, hosting this show along side bestie Evane, I feel ashamed. Even when actually, really, I have no reasons to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, shall not get into this. Its over. But, remember guys, HUMILITY. Don't over estimate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't get me wrong, some performers were incredible but most of them.. well.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I got myself a tumblr site! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://soberwarrior.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to visit. Its more on my interests and the way I express how I feel on Tumblr is more... straightforward. Unlike on blogger, I filter everything I say. Like no profanities or vulgarity. EHEHE. So shoo shoo, go visit my tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stalk alot on Tumblr, its like a combination of twitter and blogger; its kinda cool :D So far, I've been following alot of Torres' fan pages. Damn, that guy's cute. THE FRECKLES AHHHH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh. So tired right now. Shall sign off now xxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TOUrT4REfVI/AAAAAAAABjU/Q9r6Jp6eUWY/s1600/hand4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540882537070755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TOUrT4REfVI/AAAAAAAABjU/Q9r6Jp6eUWY/s400/hand4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so obsessed with star trek. OMG Spock!! &lt;em&gt;I know lah, im outdated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2902252265938050475?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2902252265938050475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2902252265938050475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2902252265938050475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2902252265938050475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/11/eggs-haustion.html' title='Eggs-haustion'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5187236352_1f81c77c71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2788125668414525952</id><published>2010-11-05T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:35:20.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>WOWWWW. Camen is updating her blog &lt;strong&gt;two days in a row!&lt;/strong&gt; Okay la, I admit, I'm bored to the core. My parents have guests over so they hog the TV and play mahjong in the living room. The only place I have left is my room, so here I am blogging, &lt;em&gt;sick of Facebook&lt;/em&gt; cuz everything's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my teeth hurt so bad because of the retainers! Its so tight. And worse, its extremely uncomfortable. I prefer having braces than retainers ): I now talk like I pierced my tongue or something. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HOW AM I GONNA GO TO SCHOOL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its okay when I'm around my friends, it'll be less embarrassing. But the prefects! OMG, I need to brief them about duties and blah but how can I do that with my retainers on?! I have to wear it &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; hours (according to the ortho) but I can only take it off when I brush my teeth and when I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it even activates my gag reflex! But oh well, this kinda keeps me away from food which is great since I'm gaining too much weight lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth with retainers! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="05112010512" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/5148536688_1564a84b1e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor quality from my secondary handphone camera. But I like this picture! Rare occasion where my face doesn't look as round as it does in real life ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="05112010507" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1381/5148549714_2447caa59a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better quality from my primary handphone camera :D Its funny how the cam focused on my teeth heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad got me an Ipod!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Actually, it was his friend who gave it to me. I don't mind that it's second hand. What got me thinking is why in the hell would anyone give me an Ipod. Apparently, he is rewarding me for my academic achievements. So funny la, I've never met this guy. But when I do, I will thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="05112010506" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5148527696_556a0a9905.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it got me thinking, how did this stranger know about how I did academically? Then it struck me, my dad must've been talking about me. I mean, he can really exaggerate sometimes. Aren't most parents? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flattered anyhow :D And touched! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought headphones for the Ipod on the day I got my braces off ( the clinic is in Bukit Bintang) so I just dropped by Sg Wang. I haven't been there in ages. But I really needed headphones cuz I don't know why. ALL earphones I tried don't fit into my ears! Its frustrating, my ear holes are to small ): So there!! It only costs RM 29 because its on clearance sale. It's originally RM 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, when I blog, I tend to type alot haha, bad bad habit of mine. So cherio guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2788125668414525952?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2788125668414525952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2788125668414525952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2788125668414525952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2788125668414525952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/5148536688_1564a84b1e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4653502187888343826</id><published>2010-11-04T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:48:04.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Recently....</title><content type='html'>Exams are over!!!! Wahahahahahahaha. I'm so ecstatic its insane. The holidays are approaching and I just can't wait to sleep like a log every afternoon and night like I always do during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeh, I already DO sleep like a log everyday :D I really think I'm sleep-deprived. No matter how many long hours I sleep and how MUCH I sleep, I'm still exhausted. And its not like I move alot or work out that makes me feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;So here's an update on my life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I JUST took off my braces today! :D wearing retainers and still gettin use to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Wenx's pre-birthday party last Saturday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Poh Yee's open house last Sunday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have a life HAHA. Even for a nerd like me (: But then I won't be going out anytime soon cuz I have my limits set by my parents ): So here's a few pictures to make up for the long absence from blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="25102010469" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/5146146634_835baf6f13.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess my made. And this is my&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; dining&lt;/span&gt; table hahaha. I still remember, it was 4 plus in the morning. I woke up almost everyday of the exam week just to study. It works cuz there's no one to disturb you and nil distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes with a price. You'll tend to look this bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="16102010457" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/5145588193_1df9789d34.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the horrible eyebags and pimples. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures from Facebook uploaded by Wenx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLKDcUswII/AAAAAAAABjM/6Y0e7VcqVdw/s1600/75820_173348196012569_100000121701005_651932_1843515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535709052483190914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLKDcUswII/AAAAAAAABjM/6Y0e7VcqVdw/s400/75820_173348196012569_100000121701005_651932_1843515_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday WENX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLKDOD3yNI/AAAAAAAABjE/MPYUoefIsjU/s1600/68835_173347709345951_100000121701005_651922_7427048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535709048654514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLKDOD3yNI/AAAAAAAABjE/MPYUoefIsjU/s400/68835_173347709345951_100000121701005_651922_7427048_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My arms!! I prefer describing it as STRONG rather than FAT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJrAifRXI/AAAAAAAABi8/8_ELg2xsEow/s1600/72411_173347589345963_100000121701005_651919_1325193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708632707974514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJrAifRXI/AAAAAAAABi8/8_ELg2xsEow/s400/72411_173347589345963_100000121701005_651919_1325193_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7 ups, lemon teas, BBQ and very nice homemade jellies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJX5PDHQI/AAAAAAAABi0/NBfAME2lKAw/s1600/73078_173347629345959_100000121701005_651920_7621586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708304329874690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJX5PDHQI/AAAAAAAABi0/NBfAME2lKAw/s400/73078_173347629345959_100000121701005_651920_7621586_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJX7KvcMI/AAAAAAAABis/21nypvK9On4/s1600/73921_173347516012637_100000121701005_651917_6405533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708304848679106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TNLJX7KvcMI/AAAAAAAABis/21nypvK9On4/s400/73921_173347516012637_100000121701005_651917_6405533_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The marshmellows are so cute and its my first time eating it after BBQ-ed! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are pictures from my phone taken at Wenx's party :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="30102010497" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/5146048680_f8da35a914.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Girl and I haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="30102010501" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5145474469_706db1c0b5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian and I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="30102010503" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/5146089286_748b91d0e4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenx and Yuanni :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go, and I am not gonna upload any of the pictures from Poh Yee's open house cuz I look so underdressed and downright horrible in all the pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4653502187888343826?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4653502187888343826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4653502187888343826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4653502187888343826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4653502187888343826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/11/recently.html' title='Recently....'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/5146146634_835baf6f13_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7474231026588564672</id><published>2010-10-11T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:47:20.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>broken promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TLMOmBJUMEI/AAAAAAAABiU/zEkdiyEkM4I/s1600/P9241862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526777214019055682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TLMOmBJUMEI/AAAAAAAABiU/zEkdiyEkM4I/s400/P9241862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;picnik's being a bitch, so bear with me in this photo lagging post. this one is the best i can do without any editing of lighting ):&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, i know i suck for abandoning my blog and let it rot while consuming dust. I just lost the &lt;strong&gt;OOMPH&lt;/strong&gt; to blog, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PA021868 by ecstatic-camen, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45225233@N04/5081224104/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, life's been kinda monotonous to me (not that im complaining) but i actually like how things are the way it is. So yay! Wednesday I'll be out with my girlfriends to dine in Sushi King in conjunction with some Sushi Bonanza (i think). Well the deal is that its cheap so yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the price wasn't the point, I just don't quite remember the last time I hung out with a buncha girls and just pour every single emotions I've been hiding. I can't quite do that everyday in school. We get so caught up with our daily school stuff when we talk during lunch. And I have no crazy wild gilfriends in class to be a bitch with so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THANK GOD I HAVE CHING SZE. She keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting right in the middle of conversations between hormonal-raging-perverted-and-disgusting-boys who talk about girls like we're friggin' sex toys. ONE DAY, it is US girls, who will break YOUR hearts and you guys won't have a DICK to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then conversations like that are good for me in one way or another. They prepare me to face the reality: that no boys wants a girl because she's everything on the inside, but on the outside. And that they're ready to cheat on a far hotter girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think its fair what you guys think of girls. We're human beings just like you guys, and we're capable of so many things. Sometimes, even more than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So screw sexism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh, and i have a major plan. im commited full-time. and its all because i fell in love. it sucks but i guess it'll be all worth it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7474231026588564672?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7474231026588564672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7474231026588564672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7474231026588564672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7474231026588564672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/10/broken-promise.html' title='broken promise'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TLMOmBJUMEI/AAAAAAAABiU/zEkdiyEkM4I/s72-c/P9241862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-712585713355169117</id><published>2010-09-08T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:28:29.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>Hello hello blogosphere. Its been ages since I've been here so here ya go, a fresh new skin. Its neat, clean and simple. The previous one was too over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I along with my parents' HUGE buncha friends went up to Cameron Highlands!! I love Cameron Highlands, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUUUUTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we stayed in a super lousy apartment. Sigh, long long story. I hated it. But I still love Camerons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what a lazy blogger I am so, I'll just leave the pictures to do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9061635" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4970950484_945f8443e9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9061636" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/4970339391_fe0823561d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9061644" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/4970339617_60837725d4_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="P9061646" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/4970339941_ffbfcbb65a_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my annoying sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9061651" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/4970340081_257c0af249_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super cute DADDYYYY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't get any souvenirs or anything since all we did was eat, sleep, watch the tele and mahjong. No mahjong for me, but for the adults. All the pictures were taken on the last day of my trip when we were on the way home. So it was kinda an unproductive vacation but I enjoyed the weather nevertheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I did in fact by some stuff for my own :D Haha. Take a looksie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P9061664" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/4970340627_d219a89a7d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spongebob! Its big and it costs only RM 20! &lt;strong&gt;A steal :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9061653" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/4970340423_30c0f7e74b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These, readers, are &lt;strong&gt;dried flowers&lt;/strong&gt; . Awesome aye? They're actually natural and the dried and preserve to be artificials. They're beautiful and they cost RM 4 for a bunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9071677" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4970341483_c270a364bd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="P9071675" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/4970341127_febf0954b0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY beautiful :) I used my DSLR which I've been keeping since, what? Last year? Haha, all of the sudden I just had a random feeling of taking it out and experimenting it again like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have 3 DSLR's. Nikon, Olympus and Sony. Now, I am left with Olympus and Sony only. My dad sold the Nikon away! And it was my favourite ): Sony's mediocre. But its only special because it records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, in fact camwhore when I was in Camerons being the typical teen I am. With my handphone. And I look hideous. But hey, it IS my blog ;) so whatuhell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the pictures below are from my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="05092010392" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/4970522993_9dd736241c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lousy apartment we had to live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="06092010419" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/4971148036_59a9df3400_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw these gigantic radishes! They were so huge like they were injected with steroids or something. Geez, its as huge as a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme present you, Camen version straight hair! One more thing, I went for rebonding the other day because both me and my mom couldn't take the curly fringe and sides any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="05092010409" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/4970578585_6219e91ec6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="05092010399" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/4971200288_e78af110bd.jpg" width="375" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="08092010422" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4970537505_5a76ee3d47.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the tissue box is so cute la! I just got it today from Mid Valley. It comes in a package with mooncakes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sponsored me money to buy a novel today, and I chose 8th Confession by James Patterson. I want to collect the whole series. I've got 7th Heaven and 8th Confession only though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I saw Shanon and Luyi's mom today in McD, Tun Hussein Onn :) And JoEe's family but not JoEe in Mid Valley. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long post so see ya peeps! MAYBE, just maybe I'll blog about Mamma Mia someday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-712585713355169117?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/712585713355169117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=712585713355169117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/712585713355169117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/712585713355169117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/09/cameron-highlands.html' title='Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4970950484_945f8443e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2704154249688615219</id><published>2010-08-02T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:01:25.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Daily miracles</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a few pictures I'd like to share with you guys as sign of gratitude and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="23072010259" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4852518797_fc5c5653f1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="23072010257" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4852516173_891ef991be.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! &lt;strong&gt;Don't the pictures scream CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt; I got this as a gift on my birthday from my dearest classmate, Ching Sze :D Its a cake, if you &lt;em&gt;tards &lt;/em&gt;haven't figured that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, TARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I was on urbandictionary.com and I wanted to find a synonym for the word DUMB, and I got TARD. So what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;" Adjective used to describe one so retarded, they do not deserve the 're' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- urbandictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right I love that site! And they were related words like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fuckwit, dunce, numskull etc.&lt;/span&gt; But tard is very catchy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHAT ABOUT MY OTHER PRESENTS FROM MY OTHER FRIENDS? They're really nice, and I'd love to post it but I want to only snap photos of it when I'm IN it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought me this striped dress, a BODYSUIT (whuuuttt?? right? hahahaha, but the idea's so adorable), a wide-collar top and a pair of shoes that comes in an AWESOME box :) I love it, thanks guys :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSSSS, I was on Facebook the other day and I saw Nic's profile picture which got me kinda interested. The picture is photoshopped, if you haven't seen the picture. People all around the world use this miraculous program to enhance pictures and take steps closer to "perfection".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't think its superficial or anything like that. I edit most of my pictures, the lighting and blurring effects using FLICKR. And I don't see anything wrong with it. If you were to see my pictures before and after the boosting the lighting you would know why I call my blog post DAILY MIRACLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was bored today, and I happened to have Adobe Photoshop CS2 in my laptop. So I began experimenting it and recall back the uses of the program since the last time I used it was when I was in Form 2 doing the talentime brochure for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme show you what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="immawarrior;)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1181/4720296567_5e5359746c.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see on the left side of this webpage, its the same picture I used to play with. So this is the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="photoshop" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4853237926_4e44fdc0a7.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or not?! Aiyah, so for those of you people out there who thinks online dating is a good go to fish for relationships. Think twice. I don't look half as good as the original picture in real life, let alone the photoshopped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the conclusions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the WorldWideWeb is full of people who cheat themselves and others to live up to their dreams of looking like someone they've always desired to be. That doesn't exclude me either. Its never wrong to WANT to look better and want others to think that you look like the pictures you post online. NEVER wrong :) c'mon we all do it ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suck in Photoshop :D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nevertheless, Photoshop, indeed is a miracle we average looking people need :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2704154249688615219?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2704154249688615219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2704154249688615219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2704154249688615219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2704154249688615219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/08/daily-miracles.html' title='Daily miracles'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4852518797_fc5c5653f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6533496692583869402</id><published>2010-07-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:21:21.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02765" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4557593362_792bdcf0af.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where has she gone to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what happens when you fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you finally give in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should i shout?&lt;br /&gt;should i scream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess the world Spongebob, Bubbles , Phineas and Ferb live in isn't big enough to fit me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6533496692583869402?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6533496692583869402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6533496692583869402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6533496692583869402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6533496692583869402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/07/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4557593362_792bdcf0af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4016565807198659564</id><published>2010-07-22T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:41:00.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Min Chi's 16th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>As promised, I'm uploading the pictures once I find the time. So here ya go peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Min Chi's 16th Birthday Party at Sunway Full House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="11072010194" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4817284523_ebf774a110.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yih Meng lost so much weight ): and I gained as much as he lost :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="11072010198" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4817919570_a23a9b3e3b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Mason, who wore shorts on that day ! :0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="11072010199" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4817305365_13c1a47e5c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy. Me in his hat, and him in mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, I actually wanted to crop my fat arms away from this picture but then it'll look ugly. (not that its not ugly now) So I didn't. Need to do major workout *mental note*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Following pictures stolen from Min Chi! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TEgPctfekcI/AAAAAAAABiE/fDT84pBvWbU/s1600/37533_427529837928_538827928_4506976_5689644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496660331128066498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TEgPctfekcI/AAAAAAAABiE/fDT84pBvWbU/s400/37533_427529837928_538827928_4506976_5689644_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TEgOVFny5uI/AAAAAAAABh8/eNNFsmx4Oa0/s1600/33416_427532727928_538827928_4507084_7647900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496659100654823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TEgOVFny5uI/AAAAAAAABh8/eNNFsmx4Oa0/s400/33416_427532727928_538827928_4507084_7647900_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still, happy birthday m\Minchi! Wishing you everlasting love with your Duckie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4016565807198659564?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4016565807198659564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4016565807198659564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4016565807198659564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4016565807198659564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/07/min-chis-16th-birthday-party.html' title='Min Chi&apos;s 16th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4817284523_ebf774a110_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1547379269996992491</id><published>2010-07-19T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:31:43.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>plan to work, and work the plan</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately, especially when I recently just took up a new tuition class for Add Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard me, the girl who never had tuition since she was in Jr 3 is going for &lt;strong&gt;Add Math tuition. &lt;/strong&gt;I feel very disappointed in myself. I never quite agreed that tuition helps, but BOY, looking how badly I did for that subject, I'll try any panacea for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I'm taking &lt;em&gt;P.Seni&lt;/em&gt; now for my 11th subject in SPM for the time being. And lemme tell you, the teacher is really strict when it comes to homework. I have the same deadlines as the Art Class students and that very tough to keep up especially when I don't have a free period to look at a random plant in school and sketch its structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's some updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="picnikfile_Pl-app" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4808729578_5f209213f7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won! Teehee.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ooh, MinChi's party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="11072010195" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4808743080_76036be939.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the birthday girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="11072010201" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4808133783_021e362467.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, without them, I can just die in class.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures, but since its almost my bedtime, I'll save it for my next post :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1547379269996992491?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1547379269996992491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1547379269996992491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1547379269996992491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1547379269996992491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/07/plan-to-work-and-work-plan.html' title='plan to work, and work the plan'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4808729578_5f209213f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4790510055695660053</id><published>2010-07-10T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:56:34.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>BBQ gathering</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to thank everyone who sticked up for me. And I feel really grateful for having friends like you guys! And also &lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt; in particular, because he's just a passerby who don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my school's public speaking competition against Seri Cahaya is on next Tuesday, 13th July. And I'm very proud to say that I'm ready for it! I really want to win this thing because I think I worked hard for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I just came back from this BBQ party/gathering organised by my mom's classmates in Connaught. Thats right; you heard me.. MY MOM's classmates. They've been classmates since they were 7 up to they were 12. How awesome is that, c'mon?! After 30 years, they're still able to get together and laugh at how much they have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, they brought their children and sometimes its just funny because I can't imagine myself looking or even KNOW that my friends have kids in another 20 years time. And even more unimaginable, still be in contact with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really touching, actually to see them get together like that. And really cute too! :D Its amazing to hear from my mom how the most unlikely people get really cool jobs and end up being married off and have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="10072010189" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4780142150_3e3bf8721b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were more of them inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="10072010192" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4779489063_c8d4a63e92.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them is a confectioner! And she made this herself! I mean c'mon, how cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="10072010191" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4780169914_4c60a94a7f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, cuz I learned how to barbeque today! I know *embarassed* all the while during BBQ parties, I would ask friends of family to help me do it, and I'll just munch on them in the end, which is kinda sad. So its been a productive day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week passed so quickly. Probably THE MOST hectic week I've had in my life. With Public Speaking practises, homework piling up because of that, Mamma Mia (though not really sure whadahell am I doing. Narrating maybe) , movies with family, best friend's (min chi) birthday! and PARENTS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy moley. Parents day. It was THE most interesting Parents Day I've ever attended. Maybe I'll blog about it some other time. So exhausted right now, I can wake up next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND FIFA's WORLD CUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Spain&lt;/em&gt; all the way baby! Torres is currently the hottest creature ever to be created. And I love Astro for having him advertise for Astro Byond HD thing. Just for us MALAYSIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so gay right now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;minchi's bday party tomorrow. long day ahead. shall crash now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4790510055695660053?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4790510055695660053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4790510055695660053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4790510055695660053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4790510055695660053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/07/bbq-gathering.html' title='BBQ gathering'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4780142150_3e3bf8721b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8474094947411998376</id><published>2010-07-06T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:18:50.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>stage fright</title><content type='html'>I swear, I could have just barfed my heart out this morning. I seldom feel nervous about going on stage. During the previous years, I hardly feel scared of speaking to the crowd. I guess not being on stage for a long time changes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed everything up, but will work my ass off before I present myself for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many ants in my room right now, thanks to my sister. bye now, shall leave for ant hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and oh, i hate puberty and the crap girls have to go through. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's a FML post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8474094947411998376?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8474094947411998376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8474094947411998376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8474094947411998376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8474094947411998376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/07/stage-fright.html' title='stage fright'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7090683848499473755</id><published>2010-06-25T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:39:00.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Shoes are evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TCTFTrcF-2I/AAAAAAAABh0/g99NUnJCfWQ/s1600/4502230420_e7f122c868_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486727187912850274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TCTFTrcF-2I/AAAAAAAABh0/g99NUnJCfWQ/s400/4502230420_e7f122c868_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, as everyone knows, especially the girls, shoes are real bitches and devious. They first attract you with their &lt;em&gt;cute sequins/ribbons/studs/glossy material&lt;/em&gt;, and when you walk into the store, they lure you in when you look at the huge sign that says &lt;u&gt;50% off.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that you swear you'll try them on because if you don't you will go home and regret for not buying that pair of shoes. And then you go try them on and they look good on you. You decide to walk around to try whether they are comfortable, but then there are so many people around. Well, its a sale after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then you think, oh well, its cute and cheap so, okay, I'll pay and get out from this stuffy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, you put them on, and the sides/back/even front of the shoes are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; rubbing hard against your skin and scraping them&lt;/span&gt; leaving you mildly injured. But the shoes are so cute, you cannot get yourself to bin them so, you keep them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time passes and you still have no cute new shoes to wear since the last one you bought hurts you like gila. Eventually, you will start shopping for newer shoes, promising to try them on before buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WAIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mom scolds you for not wearing the shoe you bought most recently and forbids you to buy new ones because you're spending too much money. Or maybe the sale is bloody OVER you aren't allowed to step into the department store unless you are going to find something less than RM 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you buy the new cute one anyway, because you just can't withstan&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/converse" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d its charm. How? By splurging your own savings and go broke for another 2 months. &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me, how can one not think shoes are evil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: I just bought a pair of sandals worth RM 53 from Isetan just now. I told you they were evil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="CONVERSE Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm157/kateyrules98/CONVERSE-8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7090683848499473755?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7090683848499473755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7090683848499473755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7090683848499473755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7090683848499473755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/06/shoes-are-evil.html' title='Shoes are evil'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/TCTFTrcF-2I/AAAAAAAABh0/g99NUnJCfWQ/s72-c/4502230420_e7f122c868_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1533472256765768878</id><published>2010-06-22T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:05:54.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Smell of a Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Curiouser and Curiouser Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SKlNNYLOVE/18678_796546317779_14834147_4540156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't been blogging for such a long time, and it's actually kinda funny to be back into the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, forget about the other blog &lt;a href="http://www.camen-t.webs.com/"&gt;http://www.camen-t.webs.com/&lt;/a&gt; . The HTML's there are really bitchy and takes me a really long time to finish one post. And plus, I got a pretty rad blogskin here! :D &lt;em&gt;although they have smileys on webs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very first reason, is to tell you guys, I got a friggin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for Add Math. A part of me feels nothing and the other part of me feels lucky that I didn't fail. I passed with a mere &lt;strong&gt;42. &lt;/strong&gt;And yes, I do know its not something I should be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math. Add Math, Modern Math, Numbers; all of them. &lt;em&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know why, but my brain has like this &lt;u&gt;defect that gathers the mini monkeys and and chimps to jump and shriek in my brain whenever I do Math.&lt;/u&gt; If I spend more than half an hour on Math questions, I develop a mild headache. More than an hour, I get a worse headache. More than an hour and a half, I get a bad migraine. More than that, I get a severe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Math is a 2 hour paper. So you getting the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I'm kinda thinking of taking 11 subjects, Seni for an extra. I don't know.. I love painting and sketching. And I have a feeling it'll come in handy some day. It also acts as a backup, just in case I decide I suck in Add Math so badly I was confirmed to get a pitiful &lt;strong&gt;GAGAL&lt;/strong&gt; then, I'll drop that evil subject, but still have 10 subjects to sit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, can I manage my time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: To my very small number of readers, I think I'll update once in a while and not go missing for months (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1533472256765768878?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1533472256765768878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1533472256765768878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1533472256765768878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1533472256765768878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/06/smell-of-comeback.html' title='The Smell of a Comeback'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5127588671767281329</id><published>2010-04-30T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:18:39.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW NEW NEW NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://camen-t.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://camen-t.webs.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'LL FIND ME&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELINK&lt;/strong&gt; ME PWWEEAAASSEEE? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5127588671767281329?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5127588671767281329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5127588671767281329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5127588671767281329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5127588671767281329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-new-new-new.html' title='NEW NEW NEW NEW'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3421613926721171819</id><published>2010-04-17T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:31:50.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S8m6y3va_aI/AAAAAAAABhs/y9eyNQ3uEns/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461101406282513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S8m6y3va_aI/AAAAAAAABhs/y9eyNQ3uEns/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm gonna get a Golden Retriever when I move out from my parent's condo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really frustrated right now. I'm having ALOT of problems. And its mostly related to my body and health. I don't get it, I live a healthy lifestyle but I don't get the healthy outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why is it so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh, i'm trying medication instead of detox now, since detoxing didn't work out well. But I defecate more now and that to me is a GREAT improvement. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around a week ago, I completely lost it, I went psycho. I lost my temper and I just broke into tears. Its been a long time since I bowed down to pressure. I remembered the last time I did was last year, when I was going to sit for my Science test on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last week, I had ALOT of projects - and I'm not much of a person who likes working in groups because at the end of the day, I would do most of the work and on most occasions, I would do ALL of it. I'm not complaining, since I chose to do it on my own because I have trust issues.. I just can't trust my partners/group members even if I like them alot or they're very close to me. &lt;strong&gt;AND thats what my teachers told my parents on Parents' Day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;They make me sound like I'm some lonely freak who's an anti-social. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when I was doing this English project which I did in my own writing instead of my computer, since my computer broke down... So I was writing it with alot of problems in head, and it came out messy and ugly. My sister said it was pretty but I just couldn't approve it. And that was when I started crying.. I was angry I couldn't do it right.. and that if I measured the spacing of each letter it wouldn't end up that ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom caught me crying and she started scolding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My mom's way of comforting is through scolding. No joke. Even if I am used to her methods, it still hurt me. So after I recovered from crying, I just didn't bother about the assignment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and I told Ching Sze about it.. And she helped me out (: I got Mason and Jun Ying to do some of the work too. It didn't feel comfortable but it turned out okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know.. I'm an idiot, but I had a lot to do. I spent 6 hours on my EST project on the eve of the due date because the-supposed-to-be-leader of the group backed out. &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; right? And my &lt;strong&gt;EVEN MORE AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; computer that connected to my printer broke down. I had to use my laptop and get my dad to print it outside which costed RM 66.80. And of course I got the group members to pay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna stop complaining now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went on my monthly check-up to tighten my braces. Changed the color of the rubber. Its orange now! I was planning on taking light/baby blue but there wasn't this color ): But heck, I like orange (: Personally, I think it looks better than the blue I once had last month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there ya go. AND one more thing I'd like to add here; I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE VAGUEBOOK. I always hated it but I didn't know how to say it. I came across this article on "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;The top 5 Most Annoying Facebook Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and I read about this new term.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vaguebooking"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vaguebooking&lt;/a&gt; - knock yourselves out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get pissed as hell when I see vaguebooking status-es on my news feed, and I would just mutter "UGH" whenever I set eyes on them. Its FRIGGIN' annoying. And my some of the people who does that are my close friends! AHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many Surians are flooding the news feed with status-es regarding Sports events. SERIOUSLY LA, all the shouting and cheering at school is enough already right? Don't get me wrong, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a devoted Blue House member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just don't get why we need fan clubs and shit like that. I've got better things to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I'm blogging about this, but I guess its because I'm frustrated (?) I'm takin it out on my readers. Yeah, I'm very considerate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I'm looking forward too is MASON, JUNYING and CHINGSZE coming over my place after sports day for our BM presentation! I've never had so many friends coming over my place.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3421613926721171819?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3421613926721171819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3421613926721171819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3421613926721171819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3421613926721171819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/04/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S8m6y3va_aI/AAAAAAAABhs/y9eyNQ3uEns/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3509128743966962034</id><published>2010-04-01T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:39:04.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><title type='text'>cloud 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S7SvGXt-alI/AAAAAAAABhk/VkuHL6uJnSg/s1600/6410_124220899563_666014563_2265974_576865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455177572633438802" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S7SvGXt-alI/AAAAAAAABhk/VkuHL6uJnSg/s400/6410_124220899563_666014563_2265974_576865_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Cameron Highlands tomorrow!! Friggin' elated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boring people likes boring places.&lt;/em&gt; SO WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANANANNANANA. I watched American Idol just now, and I just can't believe how good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was! I mean, I used to dislike him when I heard his song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love In This Club&lt;/span&gt;. But boy, I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was SUPERB. I danced REAL good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkVJbwHPIck&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkVJbwHPIck&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGOGO! Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND noooooo, Didi got kicked out! Screw you America! ): Tim Urban DOES NOT deserve to be in the show. What is going on there in your minds?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighhhhh.. OH WELL (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3509128743966962034?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3509128743966962034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3509128743966962034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3509128743966962034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3509128743966962034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/04/cloud-9.html' title='cloud 9'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S7SvGXt-alI/AAAAAAAABhk/VkuHL6uJnSg/s72-c/6410_124220899563_666014563_2265974_576865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5367677514532399134</id><published>2010-03-28T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:12:03.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>brace yourself III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02723" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4466700731_b20de2889d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look like Ugly Betty;wild-growing eyebrows and blue braces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change the brackets to WHITE, next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5367677514532399134?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5367677514532399134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5367677514532399134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5367677514532399134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5367677514532399134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourself-iii.html' title='brace yourself III'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4466700731_b20de2889d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8283563323970099509</id><published>2010-03-27T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:06:16.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>obsessive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="Nerds are the Next Big Thing" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3529270304_0fdd55edb4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why didn't my hair look THAT good when I had bangs? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a week since I got my braces, and everything's going well. I mean, whoever who tried to change my mind by saying I'll regret when the pain kicks in, IN YOUR FACE. It doesn't hurt. A little uncomfortable, but never painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, I go bite on really solid food. That's only during the first few days. I resumed to my normal diet instead of congee and mash potatoes. I ate so much during dinner just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we received our exam results. I did okay. I'm going to study harder next term. That's probably impossible because I studied REALLY hard for this term but, I'm going to study EARLIER like 2 to 3 weeks before the exams. Because, this term I studied only the weekend before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;█████████████████████████████&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel like going out and shop my legs off. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POSSESSION IS NOW MY OBSESSION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I see shoes, I want them. I see accessories, I want them too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its getting very bad ): I'm wasn't a shopaholic before. My parents would buy anything I want, but I don't take advantage of them. The guilt won't let me go. And really, thats a HUGE problem with me.. I feel so guilty easily. And then, after that, I regret not buying the things I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pimples are inhabiting my face. That sucks even MORE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have overdue homework, and an oral presentation next week! I'm not ready AT ALL. And that sucks MOST. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No no no no, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my fringe curling SUCKS MOSTTT! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't want to cut it short, but curly fringe looks HORRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;Please, dear readers, any ideas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8283563323970099509?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8283563323970099509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8283563323970099509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8283563323970099509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8283563323970099509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/obsessive.html' title='obsessive'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3529270304_0fdd55edb4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2852577413495992325</id><published>2010-03-18T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:50:14.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>brace yourself II</title><content type='html'>okay, I'm seriously in fear right now. But no, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'M AN ASS KICKIN' WARRIOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but warriors don't eat porridge right? ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't regret this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2852577413495992325?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2852577413495992325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2852577413495992325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2852577413495992325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2852577413495992325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourself-ii.html' title='brace yourself II'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8087551071197949166</id><published>2010-03-17T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:51:04.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>brace yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i changed my blogskin, because the pictures that appear in the previous blogskin is too blur. And I didn't know how to adjust the filter. So i picked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a lil narcissistic having all MY pictures featuring at the sidebars. I'm so sorry if you think so (: hehe. I just got the idea from what they did for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S6CrwDAb_NI/AAAAAAAABhc/Lab8iGdeDbI/s1600-h/cory_monteith_glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449544391047511250" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S6CrwDAb_NI/AAAAAAAABhc/Lab8iGdeDbI/s400/cory_monteith_glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I happen to be OBSESSED with the series! Oh I loooooovvee Cory Monteith. Look at him! He looks much hotter than he does in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the orthodontist this afternoon. The clinic is in Bukit Bintang opposite Lot 10. Dr Lou, he was nice. He moulded my teeth structure and went to "study" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Friday, at 9 a.m. to get it done. I'm only doing the top row of my teeth, its the only part screwed. I hope it won't hurt. Dr Lou's too nice to lose his finger (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By school reopens, you'll see me in braces. I had a hard time getting my dad to understand why I wanted it so bad; and until now he refuses to. He said that I should appreciate my natural beauty and that I'm beautiful the way I am, I didn't need to beautify whats already beautiful. He said a WHOLE lot more, but I insisted in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this too bad, too long. My dad said that if I insisted, he wouldn't stand in my way and he would get me what I want because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;THE GUILT TRIP! Thats so cruel man! But, I have to let that pass; I WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are, I'm stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8087551071197949166?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8087551071197949166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8087551071197949166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8087551071197949166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8087551071197949166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourself.html' title='brace yourself'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S6CrwDAb_NI/AAAAAAAABhc/Lab8iGdeDbI/s72-c/cory_monteith_glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7840696613400138423</id><published>2010-03-15T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:03:21.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Alice in the Wonderland</title><content type='html'>My mom suggested we go to Mid Valley to check out the Alice in the Wonderland display today. I think we're gonna go watch the film tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02637" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4435109852_4a6b72595b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was crowded with kids. it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02639" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4434336401_dbeb9c5174.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this feature best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4434303495_60eb3d50c2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so ugly and chubby with my cheeks fresh with facial scars ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02635" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4434321887_c87f67d96f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02642" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4434343721_9921a5127c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02643" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4434347493_7d6eb4ff15.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look friggin chubby!! And eye bags! why must they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the FINAL decision and my FINAL time to beg for braces. My mom approved, but its up to my dad now. If he approves, I'm off right way to get it done. He's coming home from work soon! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02644" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4434355111_90f3cb96a0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02645" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4434296443_dd83f87915.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy much; only reading materials. And we had ice cream and bought some food home. We bought some wall deco. Those sticker-like deco.. My mom's crazy about it. She has them stuck onto the toilet doors, the windows and the kitchen slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her to buy one for my room! But the wall of my room isn't smooth, so we were debating on whether to buy it or not. She bought it for me in the end. My mom is very nice to me this year, and we're now closer than ever. And me likin it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02647" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4434470171_e5208fe20b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.. I'm just hoping it'll stay stuck there for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02655" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4435254886_0c9552bd89.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7840696613400138423?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7840696613400138423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7840696613400138423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7840696613400138423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7840696613400138423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in the Wonderland'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4435109852_4a6b72595b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1122044697795384297</id><published>2010-03-14T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:46:42.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfYmMt92Otg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfYmMt92Otg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be blown away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG BIG FAN of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MATT MORRIS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's married to a guy ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1122044697795384297?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1122044697795384297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1122044697795384297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1122044697795384297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1122044697795384297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-964161329708015716</id><published>2010-03-13T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:00:46.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's CNY Open House</title><content type='html'>Its been a very long time, I know but a promise is a promise. So here ya go-&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do all the talking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02547" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4429444298_6477b3d3ec.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Qian, Ruby and Camen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02548" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4429444314_0e610abd86.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiChi, Zhi Wian and Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02549" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4429444322_fdb9538b69.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiChi and Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02550" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4429444326_b0dc9249ef.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02553" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4429444330_f32acd71d0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Qian and Camen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02554" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4429444336_9d90361e3f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen and YihXian. Screw those teeth! I'm getting an appointment with the orthodontist this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02555" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4429483380_d94931d823.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald, YihMeng, Jeremy, MiChi, ZhiQian, Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02556" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4429483410_a24fe4078f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Meng, Camen and Eugene. Mason's fingers above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02557" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4429483424_b83e88b471.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and MiChi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC02560" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4429483432_8f4d029581.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC02565" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4429483446_4e290863f6.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoHan and MiChi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un10YxngI/AAAAAAAABhU/jZYrPIpcGp8/s1600-h/24240_1370876469411_1156736086_31172080_643137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448132717272210946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un10YxngI/AAAAAAAABhU/jZYrPIpcGp8/s400/24240_1370876469411_1156736086_31172080_643137_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, Camen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un1SEQ38I/AAAAAAAABhM/bWk3zTaOz8I/s1600-h/24240_1370876429410_1156736086_31172079_6487668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448132708059373506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un1SEQ38I/AAAAAAAABhM/bWk3zTaOz8I/s400/24240_1370876429410_1156736086_31172079_6487668_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen, Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un1I05KLI/AAAAAAAABhE/nUIkiIesRcM/s1600-h/22753_1365774461864_1156736086_31155597_1711840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448132705578985650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S5un1I05KLI/AAAAAAAABhE/nUIkiIesRcM/s400/22753_1365774461864_1156736086_31155597_1711840_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen, Ruby, and local superstar, 朱浩仁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all folks (: See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-964161329708015716?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/964161329708015716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=964161329708015716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/964161329708015716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/964161329708015716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/masons-cny-open-house.html' title='Mason&apos;s CNY Open House'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4429444298_6477b3d3ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2622122856498976</id><published>2010-03-12T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:53:04.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Exams down!</title><content type='html'>Examinations are over. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Tuesday, Thursday and today at 4 a.m. to get myself prepared for the test. I had to...&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite wanna talk about how I think I did for the exams because its way pass behind me ALREADY ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what im gonna do for my blog ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise I'll post the photos I took during Mason's CNY open house. (its way overdue)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll fix the boxes/profile section on the top. It looks dull.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will update my blog more often during the holidays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I've got a lot of things lined up for the holidays. And I even have homework to do! Ms Foo gave us homework before the exams to "fill our holidays". I mean C'MON!! Who DOES THAT?! 2 essays and around 20 to 30 pages of Literature exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ORAL PRESENTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! We're starting off with alphabetical order, and I'm the second one! I haven't even handed up my script, everyone did.. ): I wasn't inspired, and I'm still not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a topic my classmates can relate to and LISTEN to without having the urge to shut me up. So, it has to be a current INTERESTING issue. Ideas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I heard Ms Foo suggesting topics like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What Types of Boys Girls Like".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know it sounds superficial but hey, this can keep the class awake for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll talk about&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT TYPE OF BOYS GIRLS HATE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmpphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Opinions please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2622122856498976?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2622122856498976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2622122856498976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2622122856498976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2622122856498976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams-down.html' title='Exams down!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3988122648166868561</id><published>2010-03-07T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:51:48.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4361878717_b8467cbaae.jpg" width="500" height="354" alt="imm_2010_02_16_17_05_17_514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been forever since i've been online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm online when there's exams tomorrow. Wonderful... Don't get me wrong; im so nervous and scared i'm most likely to shit in my pants if I don't find away to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ya go. Im here, online. Okay lah, I've been sitting here for the an hour already. I went fishing for blogskins because my current one's pretty medieval already since I've been using it for like 4 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't been to blogskins.com for the longest time and damn do they have good layouts! I found a couple of kick ass ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's BM and Math. I'm ready for Math. But BM, I'll most probably suck. I know that language is my strongest subject but this year, I'm not so sure. For my pre-exam test, I was tested on Rumusan and I got a lonely 22.5! Over 30!&lt;br /&gt;And I friggin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the test. I felt like i've been sucked into a &lt;strong&gt;shit hole&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;and I left my BM exercise books at school. way to go, camen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm okay. I've done pretty much everything there is to prepare, and I'm determined to do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add Math&lt;/strong&gt;, is a long shot (as expected) to score. But I'll give my utmost best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chem,&lt;/strong&gt; I disciplined myself to revise at least twice every Tuesday and Thursday ever since I've taken up the subject. (if i didn't do that im gonna be so lost, and flunk it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; is A BIG PROBLEM and a big pain in the ass. I blame myself for not revising consistently. I've been paying so much attention to other subjects because I didn't love the other subjects as much as Physics. Yes, Im a weirdo who loves Physics.&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by Dan Brown (long story) and I thought my interest and love towards this subject would make it a lot easier. But&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I WAS WRONG.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love it still, but i'm struggling pretty bad. I'm still going to work on it. Im not giving it up. Im gonna burn the midnight oil this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;, don't get me started. Its all in subjective and there are friggin ESSAYS which carry so much marks, I would die miserably if I don't memorise the facts. So far, the information I memorised are still in my brain (the last time i checked, yeah)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'VE NEVER STUDIED THIS HARD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. not even PMR. I can't afford to screw up, not this year or the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I studied so hard I caught a severe cold for staying in the air conditioned room for too long. My mom forced me to stop studying and take an hour nap. I took no breaks at all and in the end, i wasn't so sure if it paid off. At the end of the day, I felt as if there was no difference. Sighhh.. HOWWWW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this late nights resulted worse than just me being sleep-deprived! PIMPLESSSSS! GAAAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SCREW HORMONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3988122648166868561?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3988122648166868561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3988122648166868561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3988122648166868561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3988122648166868561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/03/surf.html' title='surf'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4361878717_b8467cbaae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4983137087020763104</id><published>2010-02-16T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:05:26.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>webcams</title><content type='html'>I saw YiTing online, and I was in a good mood, so I decided to bug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="402" alt="bla2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4362579512_aab4f475b3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out she was baby sitting her cousins! Ommmmmggg. They are ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="305" alt="bla" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4361844131_da6e65d87c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SEEE! I told you! She's so cute I can squish her! I'm a big fan of you Yan Yan. I got so hyper, I took a teddy bear from my bed and showed it to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh babies are such wonderful creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgot what made me truly elated and ecstatic! BABIIIIEEESSS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm... or maybe its because I'm watching Percy Jackson and Valentine's Day tomorrow? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAAA. The guy playing Percy Jackson looks cute. And woohoo, Taylor Lautner's THE BOMBBBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4983137087020763104?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4983137087020763104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4983137087020763104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4983137087020763104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4983137087020763104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/02/webcams.html' title='webcams'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4362579512_aab4f475b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1037848804935581111</id><published>2010-02-15T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:52:47.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="imm_2010_02_15_17_38_09_652" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4359060732_0b66626f03.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating take out in front of my laptop.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;You guys went out with your friends... AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I feel a little happier. Because Dominos serve the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST CHICKEN LASAGNE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and their Breadsticks! Delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of Pizza Hut. And they put too much onion in the pastas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die really young. I barely eat home-cooked food. And my best friend is the telephone operator from Pizza Hut, and my second best friend is the one from Dominos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherioooo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: I'm going to start learning how to control my anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1037848804935581111?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1037848804935581111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1037848804935581111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1037848804935581111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1037848804935581111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/02/delivery.html' title='delivery'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4359060732_0b66626f03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2940107069346717376</id><published>2010-02-14T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:38:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="start with pink" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3199536874_6d2e523693.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up here all the time to tell everyone how much my life suck. Hey, don't blame me. Because there's just nothing in my life now that can make me do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that I get annoyed so often. I loose my temper so easily with my younger sister. I would scold her until she cries; even when its not her fault. I know what I do is wrong but the weird thing is I don't feel bad about it. The only time I feel bad is when even my maid told me I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its the first day of Chinese New Year, and yes, that part annoyed me too. My mom would get me to do things to my hair that I absolutely hate, and the end product I will look like the family's Indonesian maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents tried talking to me. I told them every time I looked into a mirror, I will start losing my temper. No joke. I get very angry when I look into a mirror. I seriously don't get it. I once had okay complexion, and now, its horrible. I control my eating habits, drink plenty of water, do everything my facialist asks me to do and now look at me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed. Seriously I am, it really drives me to the wall. My friends, they all have good skin, and they just wash their faces, no facial, no applying bla. I apply this that 4 times a day. Apply mask everyday or once every 2 days and I never miss it. I was never this hardworking in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at me now! I feel like breaking every mirror I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its first day of Chinese New Year, and I had urges to cry already.&lt;br /&gt;My 10 year old cousin, the younger of the twins told me something I didn't wanna hear. That really made me cry. No matter how many mirrors I break, there will always be human mirrors around me. Living ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to be so happy, cheerful. But what the mirror reflects.. It changes things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unjust. It really is. I had a great life, a happy one, with lots of friends and family love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S3ftgayoWHI/AAAAAAAABg8/qth8teW7EJs/s1600-h/4975_91072339563_666014563_1805249_6505579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438076216276441202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S3ftgayoWHI/AAAAAAAABg8/qth8teW7EJs/s400/4975_91072339563_666014563_1805249_6505579_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family love... I know I told you guys that I don't mind staying at home. That its okay you guys go grab a drink with your friends or whatever. But seriously, on the first day of CNY? I remember both of you will come up with so many fun activities to make us feel festive and all.. Until you started going out so often with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come home so late or should I say early morning? You don't kiss me goodnight anymore. Yuki's turning into one hell of a bitch and do you even care what Kelvin does? We used to have fun, go out and play. But you guys are too busy now, drinking. Daddy never drank alcohol until I was 14. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it because of what I done that year you both started drinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind you guys drinking, but I mind how less you guys are around with us compared to the previous years. You go out most days of the week, and when you don't, you guys would just take the remote control from us. I don't dislike your friends, but I dislike that they are taking you away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I stay up late at night waiting for you guys to come back even when you ask me to go to bed at 9? I would stay up until 2 in the morning and both of you would still not return. I would already be to tired and I will sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at home. Doing my homework which I stopped doing after I wet my add math exercise book with my tears. Its the first night of CNY, and here I am. Alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="364" alt="A Tear for Tech campus" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/462238382_2a47856710.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one understands how I feel. Oh yeah? Feel this : I used to look confident, because I had presentable skin. And because of that I felt good. I had a lovely family too. Caring parents who have great sense of humour. I used to have friends too, who I love and I think love me back. And I used to have someone really special, who would always motivate me and moves me forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things changed, I look like crap. My parents aren't always around and they say things I don't want to hear. Friends, see for yourselves. I barely have any. They don't care about how I feel and they don't even try caring. Apologies unsincere, and oh yeah, when was there apologies right? I only have a few friends that I know are true. And they are all about to leave me soon anyways. I'm sorry I give you guys crap everyday at school. Trust me, I don't want to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost everything that was important to me. Who ever to took them all away, I want them back. I want them back bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Photo0100" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4355405161_aa9ba140e3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw emotions. they make me feel like a weak fag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY" CHINESE NEW YEAR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2940107069346717376?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2940107069346717376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2940107069346717376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2940107069346717376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2940107069346717376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='cny.'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3199536874_6d2e523693_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-589693334890177115</id><published>2010-02-07T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:08:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like every year, a week before Chinese New Year would be the week where my mom would make a fuss about keeping the house clean and taking out the trash we keep. And just like every year, I would bring the black spacious garbage bag to my room and please my mom when she sees the items I've thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find many things I lost during spring cleaning. This year, this day, I only found things I want to get rid of and very less I want to keep. Its been a rough start this year, and I'm afraid this mood of mine wouldn't change throughout the year. I have a whole new perception about what is really meaningful to me in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends are unnecessary. I can live fine by my own. In fact, I think I live better without them. They slow me down, and they break me too. Much more than lifting me up. &lt;strong&gt;I'll still stick to them, because similarly, they are like the white bonus's' I get in Rock Band; they get me more points, but I'll still get through next round without them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll still care about you guys. But not as much as I used to. &lt;em&gt;or i can pretend, if you're that desperate for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Is something I will never truly find. I don't believe in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the trash in my cupboards, I threw my old views and aims about/in life into the imaginary garbage bag. I don't need them anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I need now is to do things slower, taking in everything so that time will pass in a break neck pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the plan, and soon, I'll leave everything and start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;While in the mean time, I'll try living in the present. No matter how excruciating it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what drove me to this much of annoyance. I get &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;disgusted and annoyed&lt;/span&gt; by how some people take things so lightly, say things like they mean it but actually don't, make people fear them when in fact, their own souls are the ones whimpering in fear. And most of all what I hate is the people who pretend they know me when they don't know a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so sick and tired, its developing into rage. Its not simply annoyance anymore, I'm actually angry. I can scarcely find anything I truly enjoy doing anymore. Damning people to hell is a very hypocritical thing for me to do because I don't believe in heaven and hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm dancing on ice now, and spring is on its way, the ice is thinning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm going to volunteer working in Tiratana's Orphanage near my place. Its the only thing that can satisfy me.. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being friends and building camaraderie with people who only and really need it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hould have moved to Amminuddin Baki when I was offered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sick, tired and ever so s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;incerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-589693334890177115?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/589693334890177115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=589693334890177115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/589693334890177115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/589693334890177115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5928148002154263926</id><published>2010-02-02T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:51:19.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S2f-lJCcjgI/AAAAAAAABg0/x8zri5kaoLc/s1600-h/PB301264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433591389480586754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S2f-lJCcjgI/AAAAAAAABg0/x8zri5kaoLc/s400/PB301264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday mummmmmyyyy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will forever be your lousy lazy daughter you pretend you hate but you actually love! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5928148002154263926?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5928148002154263926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5928148002154263926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5928148002154263926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5928148002154263926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S2f-lJCcjgI/AAAAAAAABg0/x8zri5kaoLc/s72-c/PB301264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8659922225774139908</id><published>2010-01-31T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:05:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese, second language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;真好意思，竟然忘了我的名。Camen 这名字真的那么难记吗？！当什么朋友啊你！ 亏了我那么地关心你。白费！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我们相处的时间也不算短吧..还有什么烂理由？那里可以连名都忘了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了。我都预订了会这样的后果。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;早知今日，何必当初啊Camen.. 真是的！&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;王八蛋！臭鸡蛋！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{ since I don't study P.O.L now, I have to find some&lt;br /&gt;other way to improve my chinese. please correct and enlighten me on my lousy&lt;br /&gt;chinese/ 因为没学华语了,所以需要找别的方式来进步自己的母语.. 若有什么错误，请多多指教 } &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't worry, not all posts are in chinese. and dammit, the&lt;br /&gt;person this message is for will most definitely understand this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;去死啦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8659922225774139908?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8659922225774139908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8659922225774139908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8659922225774139908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8659922225774139908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/chinese-second-language.html' title='chinese, second language'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2920315199597876551</id><published>2010-01-30T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:36:48.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of a oral presentation that can keep the class awake. But the thing is, I can say it according to script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's on thing I wanna clarify. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not exactly a free thinker, nor am I am I FULLY an atheist. I'm an &lt;strong&gt;agnostic atheist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Meaning, I do not believe in the existence of God, but I do not claim that God does not exist. I hope people can understand&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't HATE religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; thats not me. I just think that doing things for somebody who might not exist seems pretty silly. But thats just what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if you wanna look up on agnostic atheism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnostic_atheism"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnostic_atheism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when my family and I were in the car back home from dinner, I told them an incident that happened in school. (discussions/info sharing in my car happens alot.)Anyways, it was about chinese superstitions. I was telling them how stupid I think it was. I have to crack my head all the time to think how could people be so stupid la! Sigh. Seriously, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't wash your hair on the first day of CNY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't cut your hair on CNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Cannot wear black (not that I wear them anyways, they don't go with my skin ;) )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cannot cut fingernails at night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Legs cannot face the door when sleeping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then when I listen to the reason why this stuff exists I really enraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you believe stuff like that and that stops you from doing things that you like? OMG. I do not believe in anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And feng shui&lt;/span&gt;! omg. this is even worse. People spend so much money to buy all those stuff that can "bring them luck" and even worse, shift houses and crap like that. Seriously, can this get any more stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mom told my dad, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this type of sakai also got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (in chinese). I also told them how much I admire communism and that I agree that humans should be equal. I don't like the fact that there are classifications like people with lower standards, high standard. NO! I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys,keep your superstitions to yourself. Its a topic that I can really get pissed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4315247885_3935043cfa.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="imm_2010_01_30_19_23_31_191" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I cut my hair today. 5 inches! I had very long hair before. And its been annoying me very much. It takes forever to dry and when after I wash my hair it wets my entire back of my shirt. And I wash my hair everyday. No joke. And my hair has alot of split ends and it falls a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. But its too thin! Oh well... My family likes it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio. too long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2920315199597876551?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2920315199597876551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2920315199597876551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2920315199597876551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2920315199597876551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-together.html' title='come together'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4315247885_3935043cfa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8039534178536875478</id><published>2010-01-17T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:58:26.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Lie</title><content type='html'>She called Camen into her room. Camen looked like she was about to cry, but she knew she was trying her best to hold them back. She asked Camen a few questions. Camen was momentarily calm. Camen opened her mouth to speak, and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen spoke words that she didn't imagine she, herself would say. She was shocked at herself, those words came out of her dry, cracked lips easily and speedily. Nobody prompted her to say them. Nobody told her to. But they came out, just like that ... She didn't even take a second to think of what she was about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who called Camen into her room nodded. She replied. She bought it. She believed it, when Camen, the one who said them, couldn't believe it herself; couldn't believe that she could be this fraudulent. Camen was speechless after that. Nodding through the entire lecture she received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman believed Camen. What she wouldn't believe was,&lt;br /&gt;Camen lied.&lt;br /&gt;What she wouldn't believe more,&lt;br /&gt;was that Camen lied that easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8039534178536875478?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8039534178536875478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8039534178536875478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8039534178536875478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8039534178536875478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/lie.html' title='Lie'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4086782570415176343</id><published>2010-01-16T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:57:04.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="411" alt="DSC02200" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4278305299_606bc153c4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4, is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, I have to give up my CSI Supreme Sunday if I wanna complete my homework on time. And DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD THIS IS?! I'm like this major TV addict, and now, I'm in rehab. :( I'm so sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only go online during Friday and Saturday night. And that is if I'm free and lucky. Today, I'm both. I spent my whole day doing my homework I compiled throughout the week and I still have some left for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggghhh, I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chemistry Peka, two Math exercises, BM exercises, two subtopics in History to cover for my mind map, vocabulary and alot of papers to stick for E.Lit, exercises in my English workbook, vocabulary for normal English, moral exercises, 3 chapters of the BM novel to read and an Informal Letter to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Foo has no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining... NOT YET i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm pretty happy they're drilling us this way. SPM's no joke. I get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this game, ROCK BAND in my brother's PSP. :D So fun lah. And I have to find the time to play it. I'm gonna play it after I publish this post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341449649656338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/S1HKSw0fEhI/AAAAAAAABgs/DDXSnHYpmAo/s400/480px-Rock_band_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I went to Raintree club near Maluri with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; YiTing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. The club is BEAUTIFUL! I'm impressed, really. I went home with her, and watch a lil of Boys Over Flowers and had a meal before we go to the club. We bowled, she won :( it wasn't close AT ALL :((((&lt;br /&gt;And we went swimming, we raced. I WON! But it was really really close. But still happy la! :) After that, we had another meal. And YiTing's mom sent me to my grandma's in Miharja, near Maluri before 11. Thanks auntie! and Yiting! I'll go more often ;) I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I have facial tomorrow. AGAIN! But thats the strategy. I went last Saturday, and this time, I'll really have my face cleared. (hopefully) and please please, I hope it doesn't come anymore. But I'll look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HORRIBLE &lt;/span&gt;this entire week. So if you get a nauseous looking at how sickly ugly I am, look away, I BEG YOU! They're red scars on my face. They look like cuts actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Oh well, its a sacrifice I have to make. No pain no gain right? It takes some time to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to cut my hair short next week. Not really short la, maybe 2 to 3 inches or so. My hair is really unhealthy now, I need it to be short so that it gets thicker. Its really thin now, and its falling everytime I wash it. So yeah, can't wait to get rid of the long hair. It gets pretty annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to RockBand folks! Cherio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4086782570415176343?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4086782570415176343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4086782570415176343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4086782570415176343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4086782570415176343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/hectic.html' title='hectic'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4278305299_606bc153c4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4135762638015865760</id><published>2010-01-08T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:35:26.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school.. KILL ME NOW!</title><content type='html'>*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its the first week of school. And I already feel like crap. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights before I go to school, I cry myself to sleep. I didn't want school. I liked living in this cave of mine. I LOVED being a hermit. Ahuh, I'm that useless.. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of that (shall continue how my life suck later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so determined, I wanted to be in Arts stream. It just struck me one day when I was in Form 3 that day... That very day. I knew I can NEVER cope with any of the 4 Sciences, not to mention Add Math. PMR's level of Math is strong enough to break me down and make me weep. I knew my future will be intertwined with language. Whatever language it is. I loved language. I learn it quick, and I enjoy learning it. I feel my best when I write and when I speak well.. So I figured, I'll take Arts and work real hard on English Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so determined, even during the first day of school this year. I chose Arts. Along with Evane who's also determined to be a successful businesswoman in the future. I decided on P.Seni and Geography. Business was NEVER my thing. So there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two classes for Arts Stream, Vision and Able. I was separated from Evane, the teachers put me in Able and Evane in Vision. I had no friends/connections whatsoever with the students there. I wanted to cry, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;So, I stuck myself to CheeKit. I didn't care if he was a guy, but he's my only friend there. The class teacher separated me from him. Haven't I got enough crap? She placed me at the front of the class, ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the coordinator asked the class if anyone wanted to transfer to Vision, I shot my arm right up. I spent a day in Vision then, next to Evane, with Jiang too. There were only 18 in the class, and I barely knew half of them. I felt like I didn't belong in that class. There's kinda feeling that I shouldn't be there. Maybe because it felt like a necropolis in there, I'm not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, and I got lectured by my parents. They asked me how's P.Seni and Geography going to help me in the future. And they told me, I let Add Math be in my way.. saying, "There's a scratch on your nail, you chopped your entire finger off instead of mending the scratch on the nail." I knew she was referring to Add Math. Then I decided to change to Semi Science.. I can take E.Lit there so, I might as well take up the Sciences, and make myself more useful. Just in case I fail to reach my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Evane, I felt sick by myself.. I promised Evane I'll be with her throughout the year in Arts. I was so afraid she wouldn't talk to me anymore. But I still called her anyways, before it gets worse. She was really understanding, but I felt horribly guilty. I'm a person who's unable to overcome guilt. I will feel sick to the gut and sometimes I cry. (i cry so often its stupid, i hate that my tear ducts are so easily active)&lt;br /&gt;I immediately look for something to give her to make myself feel better. I turned the fridge upside down and found myself a couple of chocolates from England. I gave it to her the next day and yeah, everything back to normal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tough time with Mr Yu and Jiang to get into Semi. Jiang wanted to move into Semi too.. But he wasn't qualified. ( I honestly don't get it. There's so many students in Semi who aren't qualified, I find that very unfair for Jiang )&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yu asked me to move to Pure Science, but no way.. I wanted E.Lit.. Thats my future. He fitted me into Grace, very reluctantly. 28 students including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;strong&gt;embarassed to the bones&lt;/strong&gt; when I moved into Grace, though my dear friends, &lt;strong&gt;MinChi, Ruby, Stan, Wenx, Yuanni and Karen&lt;/strong&gt; welcomed me with open arms. I was so disappointed with myself. I assured everyone I made the right choice choosing Arts. I wanted to prove them that I can still excel in Arts too. I didn't listen to my friends who persuaded me to choose a different stream. I felt terrible. I barely talked on that day. I was really ashamed and embarassed. I still couldn't believe I changed my mind. And what if I regret after the first term? What if I wished I WERE in arts?&lt;br /&gt;I was really confused when I first moved in, but it was too late for further changes. I'm permanently in Semi already, unless I want more lecture from my parents and the scary look on Mr Yu's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and I was MORE embarassed when I was with Jiang and Evane. Even now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day after I moved into Grace, they decided to shuffle the Semi classes, because Charity was too noisy. Guess what? I ended up in Charity because I chose E.Lit. Everyone in Grace took Accounts. I was so tired. I changed classes 4 times in 3 days. I felt exhausted.. Especially now that I swim almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost when I first went into that class. My girlfriends were all in Grace. Now, I'm stuck with my guy friends. I had Mason and Jeremy, they're my closest friends there. But the only place empty for me wasat the front. And Mason and Jeremy sat behind. It felt like the other side of the world. I sat with Ching Tze, I felt so blessed having her next to me. She's so nice and sweet. And I really like her so I'm grateful she agreed to sit with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg! JUNYING the sampat is with me! I think I can squish him already. He doesn't make me feel left out, and he's my bitching buddy. He's like the male version of my girlfriends. So wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the hang of it. I'll just have to adapt to new surroundings and just go with the flow. Mason visits me at the front.. I'm sure he pities me too. And I have Jeremy to screaming in my ears from time to time so yeah, I guess I'll be fine. But there are times when I feel like killing this one person in my class *takes out voodoo doll* (kidding) *sigh* Hopefully, this person won't be staying after the first term exam.. The person won't do well. I'm relying on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a couple of new friends. I make first moves. WHAT?! I'm nice okayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I had so many embarassing moments this week. THANKS TO YOU JEREMY. jeeez. I'm seriously so embarassed I can hide in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling it'll suck more next week. HELP ME! I have facial tomorrow, and the scars will make me look HORRIBLE. LIKE MY FACE IS IN A GOOD CONDITION NOW! ugh. screw toxins. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you believe i find modern math harder than add math. hmmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to complaining how horrible my life is... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4135762638015865760?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4135762638015865760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4135762638015865760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4135762638015865760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4135762638015865760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-kill-me-now.html' title='school.. KILL ME NOW!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4859914265454030636</id><published>2010-01-04T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:52:03.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="450" alt="New Eternal Scream" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/3235381619_4800577e34.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna scream on top of my lungs right now.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to scream at someone, I don't care who. I want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone's eardrums to break, the thin membrane to explode, the eustachian tube disconnected, the cochlea to leak.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make someone's life miserable, wishing he/she might as well be dead.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to know how I feel, the angst and the hopes full and built up, then crash in disappointment and drown in misery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unjust. If thats the one real thing I've learned in my pathetic 16 year old life. Life, is unjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never mattered how hard you tried, you'll never be what you want to be. You'll never get what you worked so hard for, and you'll see other people taking them away from you even when the entire world knows that you worked the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never mattered, you'll never get it anyways. You'll have to stay this miserable forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Camen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4859914265454030636?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4859914265454030636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4859914265454030636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4859914265454030636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4859914265454030636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/scream.html' title='scream'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/3235381619_4800577e34_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1545326341396647251</id><published>2010-01-02T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:28:44.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>7th Heaven Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="imm_2010_01_02_18_14_04_281" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4237262958_a7635f72d9.jpg" width="500" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed right now! Its this novel I got hooked on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/Sz9WaWBqdiI/AAAAAAAABgk/k2zur2LT5Zs/s1600-h/large_snazal_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422147486966511138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/Sz9WaWBqdiI/AAAAAAAABgk/k2zur2LT5Zs/s400/large_snazal_com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so interesting, I get to finish it in 4 hours. I never left the book. Its a crime and thriller novel. As usual, I yawn whenever I read romance.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm depressed because my favourite character didn't get that girl he's been friends with for such a long time! Eeeeppp. But there's a continuation! its called8th Confession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its not over yetttt! :D The story line isn't all that great, but its absolutely thrilling. Enough to get your hands sticking on to it until you find out the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much like CSI, and yes I am a huge CSI kaki. :D I watch supreme Sunday almost every sunday :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to get 8th Confession. Pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1545326341396647251?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1545326341396647251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1545326341396647251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1545326341396647251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1545326341396647251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/7th-heaven-addiction.html' title='7th Heaven Addiction'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4237262958_a7635f72d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2426698502640486129</id><published>2010-01-01T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:50:29.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random shite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="352" alt="imm_2009_12_26_23_09_53_156" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4233904318_1b24324d76.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read as much as I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I stare into space when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer staying home than going out, even with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I find technology overated and sleeping fun.&lt;br /&gt;I spend alot of time with my family, honestly, they're probably the ONLY humans that I'm positive who love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I like spending time alone, in solitude, in my own world. Its a habit I got used to after 2008, I hated myself for trusting anyone else but myself ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't trust, so if I told you a secret, the information must have not mattered to me. So, even if you start a rumor or speculation with it, I wouldn't care. Not even the least. Or maybe, thats just what I wanted you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a boring person, and you know what, I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least I know who I am. Or at the very least, a fragment of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2426698502640486129?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2426698502640486129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2426698502640486129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2426698502640486129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2426698502640486129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-shite.html' title='random shite'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4233904318_1b24324d76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2860401324251727850</id><published>2009-12-31T20:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:04:41.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>swimmmm</title><content type='html'>seriously, i don't know why I'm blogging so often nowadays ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait! i know why! Its my laptop.. I love the feeling of typing with a laptop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, I swimmed today! I haven't swimmed for what? 4 to 5 months.. (btw, i live in a condominium-just so you know, its not a private pool) I accomplished 12 laps (1 lap= to and fro) and I didn't stop to rest! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good because I aimed only 5 laps, and I'll be tired. But I managed 12 laps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for 15 tomorrow :) I really hope this doesn't affect my complexion *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my mask now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh, one more resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save money to buy a drum pad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whats a drum pad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SzyUSi1ge6I/AAAAAAAABgc/GbKYx49Hq4I/s1600-h/giftsm637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421371097757023138" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SzyUSi1ge6I/AAAAAAAABgc/GbKYx49Hq4I/s400/giftsm637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its much more affordable than a drum set (RM 800++)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year angpaos pleasssee come in bigggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2860401324251727850?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2860401324251727850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2860401324251727850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2860401324251727850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2860401324251727850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/swimmmm.html' title='swimmmm'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SzyUSi1ge6I/AAAAAAAABgc/GbKYx49Hq4I/s72-c/giftsm637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8603398305772947449</id><published>2009-12-31T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:58:52.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>New Year resolutions anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/Decorated%20images/cool2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mid Valley yesterday and today, and it was a suffocating. There were so many shoppers/people I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I went to MNG today and boy, its looks like a fish market more than a fashion outlet. My mom and I still went in anyways, because the word SALES has a big effect on us, and I'm sure to everybody else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out the bags, and saw one that I really liked. I have one almost similar to it, but still I liked the MNG one more. I was about to take it when this other lady, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BURPED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Right in front of me. It smelled horrendous. It almost sting my eyes and I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she took the bag I spotted in the first place. I was disgusted and equally mad... I went out of the store. But my mom was still in there, and the beautiful and colorful posters reading 70% and Sales were so appealing. I insisted on getting something. So, I went in again and hoped I don't see that lady again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I saw those single colored tops with no imprints whatsoever on it which I really like that costed RM 49. I wanted to get it, but my mom glanced at the queue and gave me the look. *sigh. It was time to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I bought myself a copy of CLEO magazine and a novel, 7th Heaven by James Patterson. WITH MY OWN MONEY :( this does not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cinema to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2. This one is definitely better than the first, and maybe because personally I find Zachary Levi pretty cute. Don't know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK from AXN? Yeah, him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the big 2010 aye?.. shite, that's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a few resolutions I PRAY I will succeed in accomplishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swim at least 4 times a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take Form 4 seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work hard to improve my complexion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jog on every weekend morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To read all the novels I have on my shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been taking swimming seriously for quite some time now. Its been months since I last swim. It does things to my face because the water in the pool isn't clean. But now, I really want to swim again. It just hit me today, after watching Alvin and the Chipmunks, I wanted to swim again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for taking Form 4 seriously, I will try my best. I don't want to not work hard and regret later in Form 5, because I know SPM is unlike PMR. It won't be honeymoon for me, I will work hard to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my complexion. I don't know why my face is in this condition.. It wasn't this bad last year. I worked really hard this year, cleansing and moisturising my face 4 times a day, doing my masks daily and facial every month. My mother contributed&lt;strong&gt; alot&lt;/strong&gt;, with all the payment. And seriously, its not cheap. My moisturiser costs &lt;em&gt;RM 320&lt;/em&gt;, my cleanser &lt;em&gt;RM 155&lt;/em&gt; and my serum &lt;em&gt;RM 200&lt;/em&gt; plus. And the masks.. I best not talk about it, before I feel terribly guilty again. And they finish up real quick, thats the problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really don't understand why my skin is treating me like this. Sometimes, I just wanna break down and cry. I don't get it. I did everything I can do, and the outcome's just disappointing. Its really unfair, for me. Looking and my friend's beautiful skin. Some of them don't even care about their complexion! (and they still look that good). Its really not fair when you're in my shoes. Its really not. I hate it you know, trying so hard and still not attaining what I want. I hate it really bad. But hopefully, its just a phase.. Optimists and friends tell me that. I have a hard time believing that because this "phase" just won't seem to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this one more thing, I stop myself from eating the food that I love that can activate breakouts on my face. I can't remember the last time I tasted my favourite Prawn Mee and Laksa. I don't even eat Nasi Lemak anymore. And when I get hungry at home, I eat apples instead of the chocolates my mom brought from Rome and the chips my neighbour rewarded me for taking care of the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blows you know. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the novels, I wanna take them seriously.. If I wanna further study the English language, I should really start on reading novels (not that I haven't started) I just wanna improve my vocabulary. I think my grammar's just okay, but my vocab's really weak and my essays can get very boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS... does it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pissed right now.. Its raining, and I wanted to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8603398305772947449?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8603398305772947449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8603398305772947449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8603398305772947449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8603398305772947449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolutions-anyone.html' title='New Year resolutions anyone?'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/Decorated%20images/th_cool2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3933918586799442153</id><published>2009-12-30T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:32:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a new dawn, its a new day. ITS A NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeyyylllooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 30th already. *gasp* I honestly don't know why this doesn't quite feels like the end.. It feels like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I must say, this year isn't quite like any other year I lived. Its been a roller coaster ride. I've been so many people this year i.e. the retarded, the weird, the lame, the nerd, the asshole, the bitch, the psychopath etc. Like I said, roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've successfully survived this year with a few awesome people I am very lucky to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/15761_220686782928_538827928_303235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biatches! (evane included!) What would I do without you girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/12744_164602099563_666014563_262119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe this picture's pretty recent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Min Chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Honestly, I never saw it coming, how close we are now. Come to think of it, I'm pretty surprise how I ended up being so close to you :D well, its a good thing. We've been classmates for 3 years of high school, its date I guess? I'm so lucky to have you all these years. But I guess, I'll have to deal with my new class of 2010 without you :( Anyhow, we're still bitches for life and as close as we are now. Just so you know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you're a terrible listener&lt;/span&gt; ;) &lt;/em&gt;but thats okay. &lt;strong&gt;Don't forget me ah!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me love you&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/5214_136398907928_538827928_2353952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find this picture so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound a little weird but, I think we have a lot in common? We're TV addicts but you definitely beat me out of the competition ;) You're honestly the last one I would go to if I had a problem but the first one to find when I wanna look for fun and thrill :D You're extremely adorable and you just wouldn't let me hug you :( you know me! I'm a &lt;strong&gt;HUGGER&lt;/strong&gt;! :D ok ok ok, as much as I hate you for thinking &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Robert Pat is hotter than my husband Taylor&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wtf!how could you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I still &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;love you to the bits&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, you can shiver now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/16360_1260307997606_1526876061_3069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVANE! I missed you in the holidays! Where have you been?? I miss talking to you on the phone! Anyways, thank youuuu for being there for me though shit and crap! :D you're always available when I need a shoulder to cry on (i promise you have the most comfortable one :D ) And hopefully, we're in the same class next year :) if you haven't change your mind on art stream, that is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhi Qian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're turning 16 soon! Darling, you have no idea how both sad and happy I am, knowing that you may be going to UK this year to study music. I'm really ecstatic that you can bring your talents to a whole new level and show the world how&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; great of a pianist&lt;/span&gt; you really are. At the same time, I'm also worried and sad that you'll be leaving on your own :( &lt;strong&gt;whyyyyyyy?&lt;/strong&gt; You know I love you right? :) so please keep me in close contact! even if you're on the other side of the globe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juliana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, where do I start? ;) I love you soooo much, Ju. I can't believe you'll be leaving SO SOON! *sigh* I had so much fun, all the sleepovers, the chats, the shopping (intense workout) and the gossips. :) I only wish we can have more of that.. But.. we can't :( But anyways, I wish you all the BEST in Australia and I hope you make new friends over there but at the same time not forgetting the ones you made here in Malaysia :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/12744_164602119563_666014563_262120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dear! What can I say, this year we got very much closer? :) And I enjoyed all the fun we had! And all the constant bullying (&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the one who sat in front of you&lt;/span&gt;)! Hahaha. Thanks girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/12744_164614034563_666014563_262125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yih Meng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;brudder&lt;/strong&gt; from another mother! I had the best times of my life teasing you. You're really fun to be with because you just don't give a crap about everything else besides &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;having fun&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one real &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; to handle, weirdo. Its real great to finally get to know you and yeah, I had a great time bitching with you :D Its been &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one hell of a year,&lt;/span&gt; but anyways thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, I'm still hating you for changing school :( I'm seriously gonna miss you. I honestly don't know what to add on, because we're always joking around. But seriously, I don't want you to change school. :((( All the best with your new school and come visit often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also &lt;strong&gt;Mason&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jiang&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;JoHan&lt;/strong&gt;! Thanks for everything la, I don't have much time to blog about you guys but still I love all of you the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;RUBY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Darling, although we've been close just recently I'm loving you more and more each day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too! How can I not thank the person who I annoyed all these nights when I was nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, my lovely classmates. I love you all as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3933918586799442153?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3933918586799442153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3933918586799442153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3933918586799442153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3933918586799442153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Its a new dawn, its a new day. ITS A NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5028915902948924569</id><published>2009-12-29T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:50:39.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blogging purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3107-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well yesterday, I slept at 4 with gastric and woke up at 6 and then slept until 11. Its not insomnia or anything, and I suspect angst and anxiety are what kept me awake. I keep thinking of what to do in the future, what the future holds for me etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm becoming&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; nocturnal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too. I find it hard to not nap in the afternoon, because I am so sleepy and eventually, I drift into a 4 hour nap. Yes, its very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday night, while I was awake at such an ungodly hour, I decided to go online. I didn't know why I did it, I went through my archives. My blog has been active since I was 13, and to be exact my first post is on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th of September 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That was 2 years ago, soon to be 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued reading all my posts I published all these years and realise how much I've changed. I used to despise people who swear, and here I am, carefree and waving my middle finger like nobody's business, using vulgarities like they're the first words I learned since I was a baby. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, i'm exaggerating&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't swear that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yeah, I've changed. And, a blog made me realise that. It sounds a&lt;br /&gt;little pathetic, but all along, I knew I changed, and just so happen I have a&lt;br /&gt;blog to prove and confirm it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this little girl who thought blogging could be fun, html codes were intriguing, and linking people made me a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;social butterfly&lt;/span&gt;. I used to blog every single day, like it was a duty to my readers or something. As years pass, the frequency of me &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blogging decrease drastically&lt;/span&gt;, and honestly I don't know why. I'm just not that passionate about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/yy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I changed physically too. I honestly think, I looked best in 2008, when my complexion wasn't that damaged. I was also thinner than I am now. So... And year 2007 was just plain embarassment. See for yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered deleting this blog, or even change the link of it. But, there are just so many memories (that I want to forget, and what not) in this blog that I find pretty hard to let go of. I never threw any of my diaries, similarly, I wouldn't want to delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised one thing, I blog differently over the years. I'm talking about the way I blog. I started off really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;formal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in my first year. Then slowly, my blog became more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a lot of tears and emotions). Now that I read the posts, I feel like an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't need the whole world to know I fragile I am. Seriously, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, I've started becoming more "cincai". I include &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lahs, mahs, omg's'&lt;/span&gt; and more, being the typical &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sampat-manglish-speaking-bitchy-Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am. I blogged randomly too. Short posts with only a sentence or two that nobody would understand. Its almost as if I post something random and probably sad or mad and expect a special reader to decipher what the hell I was writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite plan what to write before I blog, my fingers just dance around the keyboard while I smile in amusement at the clicking sounds I produce while blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of bringing my blog up to a new level. Having nuffnang and ads in my blog and taking my blog seriously. But that would also mean I have to be really commited into blogging. Despite my love towards blogging, I can't promise people that. I may come off a little cranky and might not post something people want to read or maybe even have mood swings and not blog for weeks. That happened before. So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided not to take my blogging seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers who I am very fortunate of knowing like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imcaely.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tellmeastoryplease.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are consistent bloggers blogging in English that puts my blog to shame. They blog almost everyday, and I find their posts interesting and professional. Although, they're mostly words, I always read them all. And I end up getting fascinated by their posts. :) &lt;em&gt;I feel like a stalker all of the sudden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really formal, much compared to my previous posts, and really long too! I think I should stop typing before this gets to boring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Camen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5028915902948924569?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5028915902948924569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5028915902948924569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5028915902948924569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5028915902948924569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-purpose.html' title='Blogging purpose'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6030702695768080922</id><published>2009-12-27T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:42:06.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Evoulution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qQSW2p1IvE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qQSW2p1IvE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I get very very very high when I listen to songs like that. I think the genre is electropop. :D I love this song omg. Especially the beginning where there's saxaphone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lVaWYkKOdY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lVaWYkKOdY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one! Eleanor Jackson's voice so addictive la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty weird thing, that i'm suddenly listening to contemporary music, and even weirder, I actually like it! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camen evolved from a primate to a nutcracker! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6030702695768080922?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6030702695768080922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6030702695768080922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6030702695768080922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6030702695768080922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/evoulution.html' title='Evoulution'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2748618448257583545</id><published>2009-12-27T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:47:45.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello hello. I'll do a short recount on what happened on 24th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the results of PMR came out at school around 12, but I reached around 1.30 because I had other stuff to do. MinChi told me my results when I reached the school gates :( .. You shouldn't have told me. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just came back from Rome a day before, and I guess the differences in weather and temperature got her pretty sick. Not to mention the 13 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;She had a very bad migraine that day, and occasionally had to pick up the bucket to throw up in. So, we made it pretty quick. And plus, Ruby, her mom, MinChi and Pei Yeon waited for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 7 A's :D Its more of a relief than joy. Imagine every relative assuming that you don't have to study to do well in the exams, and that 7 A's is a sure thing for me. Its quite a pressure. So yeah, knowing that I FINALLY have it in my hands, its a relief. Like PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number got 7 A's. Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Min Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sorry you didn't get straight A's... I know you're pretty sad about it. Don't worry, you got your phone right? :) its definitely better than what i'm getting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Ruby's mom fetched us to YihMeng's house. Eugene, Jeremy, ZhiQian, KokTong, Xiao Jiang were already there. Then later, Mason, Nicholas, JoHan and Kevin came.&lt;br /&gt;We chat chat chat chat while YihMeng, Kok Tong and Zhi Qian played mahjong. And the guys played blackshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby, Min Chi and I chatted for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6 we walked to MinChi's place (have to thank my mom for allowing me to stay over) We walked in a pretty weird way. We didn't walk in a big group, we splited into a few more smalle groups. Ha. Eugene and I had a heart to heart chat. He's moving to Sempurna next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached MinChi's place, helped auntie with the food. Then we sat around in the living room for the rest of the night while the Min Yee's friends took over the garden. Stanley joined in the party "fashionably late", as how he put it.&lt;br /&gt;Counted down to Christmas.. I expected fireworks but boohoo. But still, it was fun. I had a great time with my friends and meeting Ruby's mom. I even met up with &lt;strong&gt;ChiShein&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SiewYuan&lt;/strong&gt;, ex surians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come a short recount became so long ah? hahaha. But anyways, I didn't go in detail about what we chatted about, or the things we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the next morning. And &lt;strong&gt;RUBY&lt;/strong&gt;, you can sleep so easily. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what blog post can be complete without pictures? :)&lt;br /&gt;OH! and i forgot, We bought YihMeng, a tiramisu cake. I don't know why we bought it, his birthday was long over. Hahaha, who cares? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02369" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4215026027_31d8eb0bf6_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02371" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4215046997_47d807f99d_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="750" alt="DSC02372" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4215047005_8795747a4b_b.jpg" width="585" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02378" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4215834428_d7bbde2b85_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02379" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4215834434_f5cba44f7d_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and me in MinChi's bathroom, MinChi's camwhoring lair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02380" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2758/4215834438_984c9e5a57_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02388" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4215078205_93babfb3bc_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big foot Jeremy and me foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02381" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4215834440_925533e31e_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02389" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4215078207_726e4c7a4d_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="585" alt="DSC02391" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/4215856278_68345b47c7_b.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="750" alt="DSC02392" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4215856286_bc9efe6d75_b.jpg" width="585" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't change school Eugene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2748618448257583545?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2748618448257583545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2748618448257583545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2748618448257583545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2748618448257583545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4215026027_31d8eb0bf6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6107038807485247005</id><published>2009-12-22T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:49:30.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="imm_2009_12_22_23_24_21_421" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4206535616_63e6f377e7.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A heart so tired, it went defunct. Games, pretence, betrayal and pain. Which heart can take all of it? Sorry, not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY done something useful. For this past month and a half, its the only thing I'm proud of accomplishing. Except for feeding my neighbour's fishes. AND the best part about it, issssssss... THEY'RE NOT DEAD! not yet i guess teeheehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named them after my favourite cartoon! Phineas, Ferb and Perry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its been a very VERY unproductive holiday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6107038807485247005?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6107038807485247005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6107038807485247005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6107038807485247005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6107038807485247005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/draw.html' title='Draw'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4206535616_63e6f377e7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-241083185104715773</id><published>2009-12-19T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:58:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="313" alt="Untitled" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4200463384_811457b3db.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my brother and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how bored we were? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-241083185104715773?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/241083185104715773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=241083185104715773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/241083185104715773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/241083185104715773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom-20.html' title='Boredom 2.0'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4200463384_811457b3db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3546281310426706502</id><published>2009-12-18T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:02:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="imm_2009_12_17_23_12_34_578" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4193087244_237f229148.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what 10 days of NOTHING do to people :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KILL ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3546281310426706502?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3546281310426706502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3546281310426706502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3546281310426706502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3546281310426706502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4193087244_237f229148_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1032946152906413400</id><published>2009-12-17T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:54:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="imm_2009_12_17_23_17_29_500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4193031828_a9fdfb06c5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;webcams very fun laaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PMR results are out on Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervoussssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is 7 A's :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1032946152906413400?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1032946152906413400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1032946152906413400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1032946152906413400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1032946152906413400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4193031828_a9fdfb06c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8161166849164368063</id><published>2009-12-15T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:57:17.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>sarange Korea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="PB281106" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4187638492_ee1dbbdd2f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Autumn in Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;Left house at around 8 and reached there at around 9. Had to register to the counter at 10. We had McD before we register, and took the express train to the other side of the airport. Damn, I have to say I love KLIA. I don’t know about other countries but KLIA is better than the airport in Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hmm.. Seoul’s Incheon airport has A LOT of department stores and most of them are designer’s. Chanel, Versace, Kipling, Tod’s you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met up with Nicholas and his family (Uncle Steven, Aunt Sharona, Maeve and darling Marcus) boarded the plane at 12. My stomach hurt like crap. I don’t know whats wrong with my stomach these days. On the plane, I struggled to put myself to sleep because the pain was extremely disturbing. And because I was awake for so many hours, not eating nor drinking, I had gastric. Yes, that blows. But there was Channing on G.I Joe to entertain me so what the hell ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast on plane doesn’t taste good, but still, edible. I had a hard time eating.. when I ate it just hurt my stomach even more. And this isn’t the nomal stomach ache kinda pain. Its like a poking with a sharp knife kind, a gastric internal sting. Its excrutiating, really. It went on for the entire day, so I ate very little and drank a lot instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed on Incheon Airport at about 7 something in the morning. Then, met up with our tour guide, I honestly don’t recall her name. ( korean names are so hard to remember ). But I remember her assistant’s name. His name is Piao, his Korean surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme describe both the tour guides. The lady tour guide, whose name I don’t remember looks very fair, thick foundation. ( korean girls are very serious about this. Looking good is their main priority and staying healthy would be second to it ) She’s in her 30’s.. reaching 40. Her body obviously shows that she was pregnant before. Apple shaped.. She has a heavy torso but her legs! Holy crap, its smaller than mine. ? But oh well, how can I ever compare myself to Koreans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dude tour guide, he looks like he’s in his 20s but he’s actually already 30 plus. He looks like Ka Meng. Skinny, but tall. Quite tall actually.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drafted the above sooo long ago.. And now, :( i don't wanna continue anymore, because I'm sure no one would read it, so i'll just post pictures and do all you readers some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, blogging on a laptop is very much better than blogging on a computer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="PB281103" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4154796091_99f5faaae6.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, the Parliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281109" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4155889244_6341bd4bc5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281114" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/4155882902_f0dfe8b2e9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="PB281104" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4155145607_5bb5646c09.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281108" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4155900568_087cc7630b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round round round round :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281112" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4155874426_38d90d8cf9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281113" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4155116721_8a9187ec2b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop... The place where they shoot the "Da Chang Jing" drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281115" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4155162539_68b62402f0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281118" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4155168009_de351d12c8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281119" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4155172279_1eb83414db.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281120" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4155178849_8f93d98dbd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.. my face. I think its better now, after 2 sessions of facials :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281121" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4155946654_88d1d7db16.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="PB281123" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4155952366_07b9da7ca6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update a lil bit more about Nami island and how it took my breath away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyohigaseyo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8161166849164368063?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8161166849164368063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8161166849164368063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8161166849164368063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8161166849164368063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarange-korea.html' title='sarange Korea!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4187638492_ee1dbbdd2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5395445670745618654</id><published>2009-12-14T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:44:09.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><title type='text'>Die!</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th December-23rd December, I will be here, at home, the entire day, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME!!! Holy mammoth, how am I going to survive this? But THANK GOD I got my hands on a collection of new DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plan actually.. To sleep the whole day :DDDD From 11 at night until 11 in the morning (or longer). And then eat something I can find in the kitchen. Watch 2 DVDs, and then after that I'm gonna sleep until its dinner time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNTIL MY MOM COMES BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She owes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you darlings who would like to visit me, PLEASE do not hesitate. I mean it, I can really cry outta sheer boredom. :( &lt;strong&gt;I promise a kiss and a bear hug&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday I went out with my classmates to Mid Valley to celebrate this 3 amazing people's 15th birthday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YIH MENG&lt;br /&gt;KIAN NING, EUGENE&lt;br /&gt;RUBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday guys. And Eugene, I'm gonna hate you for changing school, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Juliana came over the night before the outing, at night. Chatted laaa... As usual, it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MinChi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; darling, I'm so sorry I didn't get to spend much time with you. I was so tired and I had nausea for some time :( I really hope you had fun :) with your duck :D and i loved your top ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/span&gt;! you look so beautiful!! Those shoes I wanna take it off from your cute lil legs and wear it on me! hahahahahha. Anyways, happy belated! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such a lousy blogger la... Where do all of you bloggers find the inspiration to blog so consistently and well? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can update this site on my trip to Korea in this 10-quaratine-like-days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5395445670745618654?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5395445670745618654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5395445670745618654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5395445670745618654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5395445670745618654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/die.html' title='Die!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7567929451954617644</id><published>2009-12-03T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:54:54.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/P1050741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture taken from Nicholas's gallery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyohaseyo readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from KOREA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm waiting for my dad to bring the memory card after he gets the photos developed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy mammoth! My face! its crappier than EVER, those korean instant noodles for supper every night of the tour really took its toll. And also, the extreme weather there, moisture level of the air, minimal. My lips were cracking even after I applied lip balm. And my face, every hour of applying moisturizer is apparently not enough. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is really in a bad condition. I really don't wanna go out with my buddies looking like this! But the thing is, I will only be available for 2 weeks before 14 December. And after Christmas. So, yeah, I can fit a facial appointment because my face will look EVEN crappier after facial and it takes at least a week to recover. sooo... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighto people, stay tuned for pictures :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7567929451954617644?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7567929451954617644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7567929451954617644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7567929451954617644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7567929451954617644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back-d.html' title='I am BACK :D'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2194760247967707365</id><published>2009-11-24T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:01:43.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>EHP- Excessive Hair Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you can't see me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeyyyy everybody. So, my blog's been pretty much dead recently so hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, updates about my life.. Lets see. I bought a webcam! I'm so thrilled I feel like I've been raised by apes my whole life. That sure explains the excessive amount of hair I have :( This is one of the topics I might blog about some other time: Excessive hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm just gonna do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days that I pray will never have to repeat, in my childhood, I was raised by my grandma and I was very famous for my hair, and how round I was. :( My hair was extremely curly ( i might scan a picture some other time ) and also I had a lot of body hair as well. My arms, my legs.. they're all very visible. I remember that was this one guy in a mini grocery store who called me "Mou Mou", which in cantonese means, hairy. Ha! I know, this is so embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are things that I am proud of.. Because I have so much hair, the hair on my scalp, grows pretty thick pretty fast. I used to have shoulder length hair last year, and right now, as I sit down, its reaching for my waist. Other than that, there's my eyebrow.. I know some people who has so little hair, their eyebrows are barely visible. (not gonna mention any names here) Mine is really thick. Sometimes it gets outta shape but it still looks okay. My sister has an-almost-unibrow. She has a lot of hair too. But unlike my sister, I have another gift. My eyelashes. Its probably the feature I have that I'm most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelashes are long. But the fact that I have natural curly hair since I was little, my eyelash curled too, fortunately, upwards. Even since as a toddler, I had long curled eyelashes. People always ask me if I used an eyelash-curler everyday. I get flattered sometimes. But people, &lt;strong&gt;like my darling YihMeng&lt;/strong&gt;, who thinks I put on fake eyelashes can make me think he's nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, people just tend to get judgemental and stereotypical. I don't blame em'. Life's too short for me to start blaming each and everyone who stare more than four second at my forearms, because who the hell knows how many people does that. Despite how positive I think of this matter, I get hurt. Yes, this cheerful cheeky insane young little girl gets hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys think I haven't tried removing? Shaving is a no way. Remember how I said they grow pretty thick pretty fast? Here comes the downside of things. Shaving makes the newborn hair thicker or as the chinese say rougher and it'll tend to curl. Believe me, no girl want that faux pas to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for waxing, I tried that too. My mom bought Nair products for me to use and guess what? Instead of getting my stubborn hair to remove, I got a week of red patches and itches. Nope, that was not the outcome I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always told me, every attempt I did to make myself less ugly and more beautiful only backfired me. In every attempt, I fail miserably. And I'll look even worse. So no, don't say I didn't try. Don't say I don't even care, when I really did and failed then look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen what ear piercings done to me? Seen what happened when I try using another face mask to improve my flawed-to-the-extreme complexion? My mom's right. There's no way out. I'm borned and fated to be ugly. Now I'm beginning to worry what will happen if I get braces (if I ever get braces..btw, its suppose to be my 7A's for PMR reward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hypocritical, if I told everyone not to judge me. Because, the most cruel,harsh and critical judge ever, is myself. I scrutinize every flaw there is about myself; every minute, every hour, every day. It never ends. So just for your information, I don't need you guys to mirror me. I've got enough mirrors to kill my self esteem already. My mom would be the biggest, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. I feel like I've been sucked in some blackhole and then drowned by self pity. This blows. But I guess, its because I really do love myself. Thats why I care. Why would I care if I didn't love in the first place right? So don't say I have to love myself. I know thats the greatest love of all, to love oneself. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So haha, this is one hell of a blog post aye? So hmmm... So current updates about my life.. I'm going to Korea suckers! Whoooossshhh.. haha, don't feel bad for yourself... my family's been saving alot for a long time for this trip. 2 years folks, I damn well deserve to go; the furthest I've ever went was Singapore and it was a school trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for the airport on Friday 10 pm. But technically I'm leaving for Korea on Saturday 00:00 hours :) 12 in the morning, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So au revoir :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2194760247967707365?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2194760247967707365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2194760247967707365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2194760247967707365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2194760247967707365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/11/ehp-excessive-hair-problems.html' title='EHP- Excessive Hair Problems'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1539052164238304066</id><published>2009-11-16T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:41:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New glasses!</title><content type='html'>drum rolls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng deng deng deng :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its slightly larger than my previous one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the power of both my eyes didn't increase at all and it's been more than a year since I last checked. Great! only my astigmatism increase abit.. And its only my left eye. :) I don't wear my glasses often and I always get reprimanded by the optician for that because i'll tend to strain my eyes to see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in your face! :D no increase... 200, 250. each eye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my sister, she reached 450 for one eye. its very bad. she increased by 100, er short sightedness and she wears her glasses everyday. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bad.. she strains her eyes to often. Its a habit of hers.. even when she has her glasses on, she strains her eyes. But if I want to see something thats too far (for me) i just walk towards it. LOL! i don't strain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay okay. PICTURES! I'm so sorry la, the pictures are pretty retarded because they're all self-timed and i'm using a DSLR. I mean seriously! Who the hell camwhores with a DSLR!? But I'm in trouble with my Sony camera. :( loonng story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.. i just showered haha. and thats the neck string for the DSLR cam. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt one. FAIL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt two. Boleh tahan. Pass lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB161047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye bags :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm so retarded :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooh, shout out to Jeremy Ng who's currently in Singapore. Happy Birthday! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1539052164238304066?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1539052164238304066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1539052164238304066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1539052164238304066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1539052164238304066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-glasses.html' title='New glasses!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-518597493056066510</id><published>2009-11-15T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:14:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02065-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*its sparkling juice yihmeng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Welcome back MinChi! :) see you on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, my nose just won't listen to me. In fact it hates me.. Why oh why must I have flu at times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm very relieved that the school's concert is over. So now, there's no important reason for me to attend school anymore :) but of course, i'll come, most of the days of the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, its the LAST WEEK. should I feel happy or sad? I don't know. I don't think it would make a difference. But one thing I know for sure, if I don't do my daily routine of exercises now and during the holidays, no way am I going to maintain my figure. I was 45 kg back when it was Chinese New Year. I'm now 47kg. I'm satisfied with the weight, but not my looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look heavier than 47. Seriously, I need to start working out. But but but, the television lures me everytime! whyyyyyyyy? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"camen, you spend your whole day watching the tv meh? no time to exercise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!! but really, honestly, i'm just too lazy! i used to jog every sunday morning, but i woke up at 11 this morning because I watched the television til 2 am this morning! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;random: listening to yihmeng's constant shrieking on msn :/ *i'm imagining him screaming btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic... i'm having a belly. I look like i have a 2 month old foetus inside of me. :( noooo and i can't stop myself from eating either. ahhhhh whats wrong with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my face! my face! now that i sleep late, the acnes and pimples just live on my face like nobody's business. and i can't get myself to drink water either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall start anew tomorrow! tomorrow will be a goooddd day! :) moving forward! *robinson style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't jog tomorrow, maybe tuesday. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and i'm not going to school tomorrow... i feel so goddamn tired. why? :(&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im taking a jab tomorrow and getting my new glasses! I think i'll like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-518597493056066510?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/518597493056066510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=518597493056066510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/518597493056066510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/518597493056066510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/11/sniff-sniff.html' title='sniff sniff'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7412361772928364080</id><published>2009-11-06T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:55:44.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I love my toilet</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! *cheery tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I nearly died of boredom today at school because I missed my trip to Beryls' Chocolate Factory. Long story short, I had to miss it because of a school event which I am (hosting)? I mean, I'm emcee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! And all my budums went to Beryls! And then The Mines! But they were extremely sweet, buying me chocolate back, and even sweeter because they didn't ask me to pay em back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys spoiling me la! You know that? The constant gummy bears and a huge plastic bag of chocolate (from Wenx! thanks!). Each a bar from KaMeng, Mason and Nicholas. Ooh and Nicholas got me a big bar! THANKS.. i let you call Shanti for one day! hahahaha. *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another bar from MC and PY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they came back I was ecstatic! I was so hyped and still am now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, im so hyper on sugar. My mom couldn't stop complaining about how I would get sick before I go to Korea bla bla bla bla. Eeeekk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohh ohh.. back to the topic! *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you.. my NEWLY renovated toilet!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really needed some fixing alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB061005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door! I know.. its so.. traditional? :) but I like it :D my mom chose it anyways. That lady's got taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB060992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basin :D i picked this color! i like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB060993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall.. who's the darkest of em all? :D we didn't have much of a choice for the mirror. But my sister and I both agreed on getting this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB061004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB060994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's pretty creative and thoughtful(?) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB060996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor... i don't use those shampoo by the way. I get itches on my scalp :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB060995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in. The floor looks like that. I lvoe this feature the most! I feels good too, walking around prickling a lil :D But i sure don't wanna fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB061000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the bin is new :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/PB061001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is this! Its very much lower than my previous one :) I got used to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i guess thats it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, i changed my profile picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: MinChi, have a great time in Taiwan! Will be missing you like shit over here :D&lt;br /&gt;Mason, don't let hot china girls seduce you :D Don't bore to death!&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas, i want those pictures we took today!&lt;br /&gt;PeiYeon, can send me those pictures ka? Or maybe i pass you my pendrive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7412361772928364080?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7412361772928364080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7412361772928364080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7412361772928364080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7412361772928364080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-toilet.html' title='I love my toilet'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3583782970594758201</id><published>2009-11-04T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:00.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SvFPJKdIwTI/AAAAAAAABf0/hQWhtHUWSRQ/s1600-h/deaf_dumb_blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400184447037915442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SvFPJKdIwTI/AAAAAAAABf0/hQWhtHUWSRQ/s400/deaf_dumb_blind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, only sometimes, rarely, but still sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was deaf, so I won't be able to hear my heart cry or my mind think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was blind, so I won't be able to see what you have done. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're so beautiful, but why are you so ugly when you do that? How I wish I didn't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was muted, so I won't be able to voice out how I feel, how it aches and how it torments me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How you rip my heart, end it, like a raging sword running through my flesh and then reaching for my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of all, I wish I didn't have a heart, heartless, yes. I wouldn't be able to feel a thing then. I wouldn't be able to shed a single tear. Or would I be able to hear it beat vigorously whenever I cry too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know.. its my fault. Everything.. But why the hell do I deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3583782970594758201?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3583782970594758201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3583782970594758201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3583782970594758201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3583782970594758201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish..'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SvFPJKdIwTI/AAAAAAAABf0/hQWhtHUWSRQ/s72-c/deaf_dumb_blind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7903386525160576919</id><published>2009-10-22T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:58:05.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fatal ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Howdy folks! I feel extremely hyper right now and decided to blog about it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, today I skipped school since my parents allowed me to take one day off per week starting from this week. Hurrah! Next week would be Monday, classmates, you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, so, my parents brought me to &lt;strong&gt;Jusco Cheras Selatan &lt;/strong&gt;and we had brunch in OldTown cafe. Then after that, they brought me to Thai Odysey (i think) to get a massage! Holy mother, was it good or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are regular customers. They confessed they are addicted to it, and know I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we went to this private room for three right after they helped us scrubbed our legs with boiling water. Yes, its extremely hot, but very very comfortable. Paradox? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, after that, we changed into a suit they gave us, very much like a pair of PJs, which I find extremely comfy and cute! the only thing you can wear which is not yours is your panties. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started massaging with our feet. And when one of them started massaging my thighs I swear I almost burst out laughing. Its ticklish! But I relaxed and eased my tension, and it was fine. Not that ticklish after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then omg, when they were massaging my back, i thought she was stepping on me! Apparently she wasn't. I was so afraid she was gonna crush my backbone and maybe the bones were gonna come out from my mouth or something! But then the pain was very comfortable. OMG. This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was one point during the massage when I had diffulties breathing. I exhaled more then I inhaled. I can hear my mom across the room inhaling it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they massaged my shoulders it was excruciating! But they certainly eased my tension knots. My shoulders are pretty hard, something I inherited from my mom. The kind lady from the centre kept asking me to relax and she said I was very like my mom. Eh leh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh... it was really painful, my shoulders but I don't know why its so painful, it gets so comfortable! After an hour and a half, I felt hydrostatic. Its like I no longer own an endoskeleton. But damn, i felt good :) &lt;em&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;rejoiced&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its RM 80++ per person and its worth every cent! You readers should give it a try! Its located on the first floor at the very end near the washroom, next to an accesory store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have to go to school tomorrow, and I have no doubt I'm gonna sleep like a pig tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, Adam Lambert singing Play that Funky Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_4lXUu7JOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_4lXUu7JOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for the horrible video quality, but just hear him hit the high notes, that guy is insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pF4izh31PaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pF4izh31PaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his articulation isn't good, but aiyoh, I don't expect much from a Taiwanese, but I like his voice alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7903386525160576919?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7903386525160576919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7903386525160576919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7903386525160576919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7903386525160576919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/10/fatal-ecstasy.html' title='fatal ecstasy'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3023437874960068763</id><published>2009-10-21T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:13:21.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Can't smile without you.</title><content type='html'>I think most of my close friends know I like oldies, and this is one of my favourite! I'm sure many people heard this song before.. But then again, I thought everyone knew Starry starry night/Vincent, but no one did. Even Play that funky music by WildCherry! I PROMISE I will post Play that funky music video by Adam Lambert from American Idol. Blew me off when he sang that song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ya go, Can't smile without you! :D The Carpenters aren't the original singers, the original singer is Barry Manilow. But I LOOOOVVVEE Karen Carpenter's voice! Just in case you don't know, she's the singer for Close to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics goes like that (close to you), &lt;em&gt;why do stars fall down from the sky? everytime you walk by. Just like me.. they long to be close to you..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RINGS A BELL??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, listen to this! then you'll know why I like oldies. Well, hear her pipes work out the vocals! And back then they don't have high tech gizmos and tech to turn shitty singers sound like a vocalist. They're so original. So clean and pure. And they sound just the same, live. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike songs that are so computerized, they sound like robots mumbling. Kanye West? Lady Gaga? aiyoyoyo. Ever tried hearing them sing live? *shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I get really hooked up to reality singing competitions from western to eastern ones, and then REALLY judge for myself if they are good singers. then maybe, i'll support them, and the music they'll produce. But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at David Archuleta&lt;/strong&gt; :( I was soooo mesmerized when he sang on stage.. Songs like Imagine by John Lennon (Beatles), Think of Me written by Andrew Llyod Webber and a whole lot more. &lt;strong&gt;BUTTT&lt;/strong&gt;.. his music NOW... sighs. Its getting too techno (Zero Gravity in specific).. But he still does amazing live. Despite his talents and cute a[[earance, he doesn't quite appeal to me as the wonderful artiste he was before.. during the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ya go folks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zit4i2FiVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zit4i2FiVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along just like a song&lt;br /&gt;And brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;Who would have believed that you were part of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I must also add, Cassadee(spelt right?) from Hey Monday is one hell of a singer! You can't really judge by her hit song Homecoming, studio version. Try listening to her sing live. And holy shit, if you're fond of Hey Monday, try Candles. Her high notes can blow you off your seats. And she does just as good singing live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest all of you listen to her sing live. Hmm.. I'll post her video for the next post :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3023437874960068763?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3023437874960068763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3023437874960068763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3023437874960068763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3023437874960068763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-smile-without-you.html' title='Can&apos;t smile without you.'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5322166423530190659</id><published>2009-10-16T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:54:15.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>2009, ending.</title><content type='html'>hey there. Yes, I am back from hiatus. I'm so sorry but my new novel does not permit me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393211626018230994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/StiJZj9S0tI/AAAAAAAABfs/0f_BnEFSb-8/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LOST SYMBOL-DAN BROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *screams like an insane fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its October now.. And its creepy how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my brother just reminded me a joke I once shared with him. Algebra-LG bra. Life's Good when you put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that funny but still, some things I don't forget. It was like just yesterday Jeremy cracked that silly joke... When we were still fresh and new with Algebra Expressions. And yes, this cranky blogger here has been struggling from the start of the topic till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im horrible in math. HORRIBLE. But block teaching really did its job. It drilled me sharp and ready. Especially with the constant worksheets Ms Fam mercilessly ask us to complete and the amount of homework she gives. My sister can topple over carrying the amount of worksheets i've accumulated over the two months. (wtf? two months! it just felt like yesterday) and how many trees are chopped off considering the amount of paper used for the whole Form 3's.. I'm so sorry Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, at this point, I'm not complaining. In fact, I have many to thank for my improvement in Math. Wenx, Zie Lik, Sen Hua, Pei San. ALL of you. And I'm really really happy that my hard work paid off, when I received my marks for my objective paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess PMR went well. Now that its over, I don't wanna rant about it especially when almost most of my family members and parents' friends ask about it. Thanks for the concern but, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whee! Damn it its over! But now that its over,I actually find myself clueless and tired most of the time. Why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have things to keep me busy, like my beloved novel, MSN, Facebook and guitar. Sigh. Yes, i'm learning online. Which reminds me, thanks Delon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reflects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. time passes really fast. Just seconds ago, the first day of school, my new classmate Chee Kit was shocked to hear me speaking Chinese and he thought I was Myanmese. Haha. Good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i won't cry my eyeballs out when we all part. Bur everything comes to an end no? Yes. I'll come to school every single day even after PMR, to see all of you guys! So please please come to school guys? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys so bad. Biatches (yiting,qiying,minchi,zhiqian,evane)? JunYing? Chee Kit? Wenx? Ju? Yee Thong? Karen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy,YihMeng,Eugene,Kev,PeiYeon,KaMeng,Mason,Nicholas? (don't miss you guys that much cuz i saw you guys recently.. hehe. but all the same) and p.s; I loved the snooker game we played, it was so stupid, its so funny. I think i could have just rolled around the floor laughing till my headaches. OMG, it was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll explain it here in my blog some other time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noo, this blog post is getting too unattractive and LONG! haha, long story short, i'll miss you guys. So much. Still missing you guys even now, on our 6 days break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5322166423530190659?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5322166423530190659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5322166423530190659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5322166423530190659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5322166423530190659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-ending.html' title='2009, ending.'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/StiJZj9S0tI/AAAAAAAABfs/0f_BnEFSb-8/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1115850700778809940</id><published>2009-10-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:50:06.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>PMR down!</title><content type='html'>Booyah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio PMR :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1115850700778809940?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1115850700778809940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1115850700778809940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1115850700778809940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1115850700778809940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/10/pmr-down.html' title='PMR down!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1741794692326715601</id><published>2009-09-19T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:59:13.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>hi there PMR</title><content type='html'>Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my previous post regarding the 2nd trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, i didn't score A for Sejarah and Science. I got 73 for Sejarah and 70 for Science. I've improved okay!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others I scored alright but but but MATH!!! I am so HAPPY! I scored 85 :D I know thats not really high for you mathfreaks espcially when the paper is so easy but whatthehelll! This is like the first time I scored this well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 52/60 for paper 2 and 33/40 for paper 1. Thank you thank you to the amazing teachers around me :) Zie Lik, WenXin, Ivy and JoHan? I guess.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyah! So I guess PMR's creeping near, like what? 2 weeks more. Aha.. But hmmm... it doesn't occur to me as something big. I'm still relaxed and all. Its not that I'm confident I'll do well.. its just why is it such a big deal. *shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna study smart and hard, I do a ferw equations everyday and walk around with my Science textbook. And I read Sejarah before I go to bed like its some bedtime story. It is actually, it puts me to sleep anyways. :D teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I don't study at night but I'm like this crazy geek who locks herself in the room eating apples and revising. I think I still have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. BM and English shouldn't be a problem. Math, I can still improvise (need help with transformations and algebra-factorising). Hmm... I don't know what problems I have with Science really. This term, I scored fine in paper 2 but really bad in paper 1. I really have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah... i just really need to find the patience and determination to finish the book. Its really not a problem.. history. I just don't have the interest to finish the book. So.. I guess it should be okay. I'm improving (thats what I keep telling myself) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a postive note, my schedule is pretty balanced.. :) should be fine. &lt;i&gt;*no pressure&lt;/i&gt; . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very absorbed by youtube.. And listen to this song! I love Nickelback, thats no surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGkpxKw_eOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGkpxKw_eOA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a very touching song :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh.. If today was your last day by Nickelback isn't bad too. Meaningful MV. But I like Never Gonna Be Alone more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways off I go. Hmm.. i think my previous blogskin looks better hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1741794692326715601?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1741794692326715601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1741794692326715601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1741794692326715601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1741794692326715601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-there-pmr.html' title='hi there PMR'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4889162984736326551</id><published>2009-09-12T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:41:45.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Feeling random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iSI8TSl17Gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iSI8TSl17Gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting alot of videos in my blog. I dunnoo.... I'm so youtube-absorbed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not, they're all subtle decent videos :D OMG. and im so sorry for those pictures in the video. Its the only Michael Buble version of the song on Youtube. Just listen to the song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like this video? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4889162984736326551?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4889162984736326551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4889162984736326551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4889162984736326551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4889162984736326551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-random.html' title='Feeling random'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4346175466781927120</id><published>2009-09-05T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:53:17.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SqFEJRt99XI/AAAAAAAABfk/5eg9JGipSsI/s1600-h/3695270018_2edfc3f270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377654356222801266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SqFEJRt99XI/AAAAAAAABfk/5eg9JGipSsI/s400/3695270018_2edfc3f270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast&lt;br /&gt;Really fast&lt;br /&gt;Super fast.&lt;br /&gt;Hyperventilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale.&lt;br /&gt;Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Exhale more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit, exam's in 3 days.. Mr Ying: All of you can get A, if not, you SHOULD NOT be in this class.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there's one person in class who wouldn't get A in Science or Sejarah or Math, and coincidently, that person is a girl, and just so happens, her name starts with the letter C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, my name is Camen and I'm damn sure I will not score A for Math, Science, History and maybe even Geography.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm more of a language person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm lucky, I will get 5A's, the most! Nooooo.... I'm so lazy. Why tell me why?? Why are you so lazy?? *hits head hard on table.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't wanna revise.. I don't have the mood lah, and when the mood doesn't come, there's no point revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, the pressure button hasn't triggered yet. Why oh why? Why do you only feel pressured when its only a week before PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets here. But WHYYYYY!? Why isn't my little wee brain &lt;em&gt;stimulated&lt;/em&gt; to revise? Yes, stimulated, I'm trying to speak as if I studied a tad bit of Science here. Which I really didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... SCIENCE. V=IR. Electricity! I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math.. Algebra, Indices and transformation. I'm a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah.. Just look at the three unattractive books!! MUMMYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography... I just don't see why I can't get A even when I think I get it. AHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If only textbooks are as &lt;em&gt;absorbent&lt;/em&gt; as Jeffrey Archer's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished False Impressions in one day at it was when I'm in Cameron Highlands. If only... textbooks are that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZieLik: Its not like we're gonna use History in the future anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4346175466781927120?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4346175466781927120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4346175466781927120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4346175466781927120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4346175466781927120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/09/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SqFEJRt99XI/AAAAAAAABfk/5eg9JGipSsI/s72-c/3695270018_2edfc3f270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3902779673795975837</id><published>2009-09-02T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:49:11.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm going to &lt;s&gt;feel like&lt;/s&gt; BE a retard from now on :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very happy cheery RETARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms self down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, this is so lame. Eh, i think i should change my blog link to alameretard.blogspot.com .. thats even LAMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how how how how&lt;br /&gt;come come come come&lt;br /&gt;i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i&lt;br /&gt;am am am am am&lt;br /&gt;able able able&lt;br /&gt;to to to to to&lt;br /&gt;feel feel feel&lt;br /&gt;this this&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3902779673795975837?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3902779673795975837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3902779673795975837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3902779673795975837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3902779673795975837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-feeling.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8698666190921810539</id><published>2009-08-31T10:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:56:13.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>30.08.2009</title><content type='html'>*rubs chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello folks. I came back from Cameron Highlands two days ago.. Hmm... I might post some pictures after the gerak gempur or maybe just forget about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but.. I uploaded pictures on my Facebook... Which is very much more convenient than posting it up here on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, its 31st August today. Hello Malaysia. Happy Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, Kok Cheng too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but.. 30.08.2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the most beautiful date in the world :D *surprise surprise surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. For once I'm looking forward to going to school tomorrow. I know right. Who wants to go to school especially when you have to go through 2 hours of each subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Block Teaching make me so much hungrier than usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Tall Owl, Hao Wei, Wenx and Ivy.. You guys look really yummy. I can eat you guys up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double shit. I have more pimples than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple shit. I have to go to school tomorrow wearing this face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panacea!! Wear a mask to school! Ahahaha. Porbably one and the only advantage of the virus spreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must sound so shallow there aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ahhhhh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8280931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/P8280907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8698666190921810539?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8698666190921810539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8698666190921810539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8698666190921810539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8698666190921810539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/30082009.html' title='30.08.2009'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4492225752464048541</id><published>2009-08-25T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:45:39.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>New look. Or repeated look?</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to reply in my chatbox, so.. if you post anything there, please don't expect me to reply kay? Unless, I feel excited about the message you left in the tagboard. I might just reply ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, relating to the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, a straight cut fringe touching my eyebrow, though still visible. So its pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall Owl and Sen Hua ( new classmate from A1 ) said I look like my brother. Thanks guys, you make me feel so happy. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have some pictures in my camera that I took with my friends on Sunday with my current look. But damn, you know how lazy I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I'm going to show you a picture of mine, from last year, when I had the same look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. A huge BUT. I have much much longer hair now compared to last year =D. I'm so proud of my hair *strokes hair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go digging for this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/1_838555969l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so thats kinda how I look like now. But I think I look comparatively prettier at that time. *sobs. And I look much older now. And a whole lot chubbier. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats sorta relevant to the post's title : New look or &lt;em&gt;REPEATED look&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm... i don't think any of you guys care. *rubs chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Cameron Highlands again!! Woohhoooo! And maybe I'll start creating blueprints of my dream house there :D. And guess what? I'm staying at the SmokeHouse!!! Its very English, that place. Me looovvee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I took last year when we visited the Smoke house. It really caught our eyes, so we decided to pay a visit back then. And yayyyy im going to spend 3 days and 2 nights there. This thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. I'm so stupidly happy right now. Its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and.. I bought this coat?/ cardigan?/jacket? from MNG! Its RM99. I think I got it dirty cheap. Its so beautiful and its only RM 99!! And its my favourite color :D Grayish black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bringing it to Camerons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love G.I Joe. Maybe because Channing stars in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilate even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4492225752464048541?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4492225752464048541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4492225752464048541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4492225752464048541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4492225752464048541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-look-or-repeated-look.html' title='New look. Or repeated look?'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7771094977539387117</id><published>2009-08-20T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:11:32.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna just delete my tagboard. I'm so lazy to reply. So sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really lazy yaknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, I dreaded the days that would come and maybe eventually skip school because of block teaching. But now, I realise, that there's nothing much really. Yes, the class may be too quiet, and I get weirdly cranky sometimes. But honestly, I doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. Aw, I appreciate Hao Wei sitting in front of me. Thanks Hao Wei for your funny laughter. I always laugh when I hear you laugh. Its so funny how you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wen Xin, for always shouting at Hao Wei, its sometimes funny when Hao Wei never really mind you shouting at him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pei San! For always making me feel companied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZQ and Evane! For never leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JOHAN!! for not complaining about sitting next to me and always let me bug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIELIK! Math genius. Thanks for making me feel so stupid all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told my dad about it and he was so happy. He said this will make me move forward, being around with really smart people) But daaadddd, it makes me feel so pitiful of muhself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Johan will then tell me that he's the last on the list of A1'a students. Are you trying to make me feel better JoHan? Your math is better than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. now i realised... I'm worst in Math in my class. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math math math math..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*strikes Science stream out of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so dumb in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my brother from another mother back. :( He always make me feel so smart and confident :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about block teaching is that you can feel appreciative for the things we once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunches in school is so much fun. I get to chat with YiTing and MinChi and catch up on their side of stories. And the boys.. not that much but its a good thing we eat together during lunch. I feel complete again. My friends are all here. And block teaching never stops us! And I feel we're closer now! And we have so many things to talk about its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I accepted the fact that someday, all of these things will vanish. But who ever said that we will forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And bloody hell, I will never forget you guys. Even if you make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7771094977539387117?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7771094977539387117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7771094977539387117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7771094977539387117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7771094977539387117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1234066485191792831</id><published>2009-08-13T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:52:14.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>You know how grown ups misunderstand each other or get into an argument/fight and promise not to show any trace/hint of that when they're in front of their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this case, its not solely grown ups who do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad my day gets in school, I never bring it home. I never show my face of anger, fury and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a smile and play Baby Girl of the family. I am very mushy at home FYI and act like a kid most of the time. All the time actually. That way, they won't suspect anything. That way, all my family members will be happy. That way, my parents won't get worried. That way, my parents will never feel like I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know how bad that feels to a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I didn't even bother to act kiddy and crazy. I shrug it off when they asked whats wrong and say I feel nauseatic and my head aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I didn't eat my bread and told my mom I felt like vomitting. Actually, I just lost my apetite. Once I reach home I went for a jog, its the longest I've jogged so far this year. 10 rounds without slowing down my heartbeat. I'm not hardworking at all. I just thought running/jogging will help me keep my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up and bathed and headed for my room right away. Did my homework for 3 hours (on purpose) and avoided dinner with my family members and pretended I was doing my homework. It wasn't homework actually, just woorkbooks I never use that I bought since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate "dinner" and went straight to my room. Went online for a bit and head for bed at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This minute, my parents are out for supper. And here I am, blogging because I just couldn't fall asleep. Its been an hour and a half since I tried to sleep. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect myself to either. The moment I close my eyes, the worst appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing a Facebook tag yesterday asking if if today will be better than yesterday. I'll trade anything in the world to make sure this day never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I go to school tomorrow? I should I just skip school tomorrow? No, tomorrow's installation, and I can see the effort Calvin put in. If I skip it, I'll feel really bad, even if Calvin doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hooowww am I going to talk at those who know? How can even look at them straight in the eye? Or say hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just leave school after installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat all day anyways, that should help me escape tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1234066485191792831?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1234066485191792831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1234066485191792831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1234066485191792831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1234066485191792831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6158196579864698660</id><published>2009-08-09T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:15:37.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Doo dee doo</title><content type='html'>noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6158196579864698660?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6158196579864698660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6158196579864698660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6158196579864698660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6158196579864698660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/doo-dee-doo.html' title='Doo dee doo'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3046526644275021151</id><published>2009-08-07T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:57:45.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tageddy</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your handphone off?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;Its 7.25 a.m. ! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks. A month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in Fate/Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in life now?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to the previous post please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella? LOL! They're .. convenient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to do on bed ?&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Basketball shorts. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the nicest things in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;From Yiting: "I have it. Jope you don't kena. TTFN." (talking about fever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;17 again DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;What? My water bottle! (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . What does the oldest text msg in your inbox says and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;LOL! the same message from Yiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks hard* I can't remember. *thinks harder* I don't think i sang today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my family members call me Abi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does the newest text msg says and who is it from?t&lt;br /&gt;Germs. Some dumb dumb chain message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;10 something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Im a little hungry. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;I never tried :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you talked to on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is something bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who is the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You want $5 or $10?&lt;br /&gt;$5.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you think you are stupid sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is your best best best friend?&lt;br /&gt;All my friends have the same rank. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you do if you like that boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Be a little funnier i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who are your favourite stars?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Channing Tatum. Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You hate your mother sometimes in some ways?&lt;br /&gt;No la. Never really HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you had even stead before?&lt;br /&gt;Whats stead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What type of boy/girl do you like?&lt;br /&gt;I just did a post in Facebook of the same thing. Lazy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Now are you single/attached?&lt;br /&gt;Single and free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this tag to 10 people !&lt;br /&gt;1*Min Chi&lt;br /&gt;2*Wenx&lt;br /&gt;3*Entrux&lt;br /&gt;4*Nicholas Lee&lt;br /&gt;5*Zack Puah&lt;br /&gt;6*Eliza&lt;br /&gt;7*Erina&lt;br /&gt;8*Ruby&lt;br /&gt;9*Yun&lt;br /&gt;10*Shaun Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you date number 5?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Might consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Number 2 just got in a car crash. How do you react?&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see number 9 with your boy/girlfriend. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Yun! I know you like hotter boys! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You come home and your room has been ransacked by number 4.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to your house and ransack yours! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Number 1 is acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;Why darlin' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Numbers 3 and 8 decide to give 10 a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure it'll turn out nicee.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Number 7 just got tickets for him/her and ask you to go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Erina goes to concerts that I wanna go! yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Number 10 takes you to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;He really is the person who would do that hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Number 4 has to move to the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye *sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You and number 8 are being chased by the cops for an unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because she looks too pretty! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Number 1 asks you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sure :) I'm HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Number 9 and you are sitting on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting next to the window! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Number 1 calls you in the middle of the night because he/she can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your walking with someone and number 6 runs up and tackles you to the ground from behind.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. what was that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Number 1 is crying one day and you ask him/her why and it seems their boy/girlfriend has dumped them.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Whyyyyy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Number 2 offers to bake you a meal. As you sit in the other room, the kitchen is suddenly on flame.&lt;br /&gt;Wenx!! Get the fire extinguisher! *continues to watch tv*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Number 4 comes to your door one day holding a cola.&lt;br /&gt;I konw you ransack ma house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Number 4 just got you an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Can I play pls pls pls? Its okay you ransack my house... Just lemme play pls pls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Number 9 challenges you to a children's card game&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Number 1 thinks he/she's overweight.&lt;br /&gt;This girl overweight?! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Number 7 looks lonely!&lt;br /&gt;hi Erina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number 2 asks you rudely to go leave her/him alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. leave her alone la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Numbers 5 and 3 decide to throw a surprise party for you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Number 6 decide to dye their hair black. What do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;It's already black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You catch number 9 by him/herself, crying.&lt;br /&gt;I'll comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Numbers 1 , 3 , 5, and 6 all tackle you at once!&lt;br /&gt;I accept no.1 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3046526644275021151?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3046526644275021151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3046526644275021151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3046526644275021151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3046526644275021151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/tageddy.html' title='Tageddy'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-199199872837808815</id><published>2009-08-04T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:51:35.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Zip a dee doo dah</title><content type='html'>Lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me a new chair for my "study table" / "computer chair". She got it from a salon!? So you probably can imagine how this stupid chair is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my ass hurts. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Yuanni stayed over at my place! We made EXCELLENT cupcakes for the one and ONLY JULIANA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns 15 TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Darlin' !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall sign off now. So tired. Didn't sleep yesterday thanks to THE YUANNI!! ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la. Im so glad you came over and shared my very first baking session(?) with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Yuanni's probably snoring her nose off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATATATATATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-199199872837808815?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/199199872837808815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=199199872837808815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/199199872837808815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/199199872837808815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/zip-dee-doo-dah.html' title='Zip a dee doo dah'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2603701343763781686</id><published>2009-08-02T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:46:13.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a new phone because my current one's rotting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a new set of underwear because I've got student's discount from Xixili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to go shopping because I need something new in my awfully small wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to fast forward to PMR because I can't wait to get it done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a spongebob toy because I bloody hell expected my parents to get me one for ma bithday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to see my baby Dollar because he's so cute and I miss him like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a new set of drums because I've got a useless pair of drumsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to get a complete makeover because I get eyed critically by the people around me too often and I can't stop myself from feeling disgusted each time I look into the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a medical certificate because I don't wanna go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wanna&lt;/span&gt; live in another planet because earth is so not a good home right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna&lt;/span&gt; have my own library because my brain's so wee and tiny I need som reading materials to expand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; a new pair of glasses because my current one isn't working very well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; less pimples because I don't think thats too much to ask for because I've restricted myself from eating things that can contaminate my skin (like it isn't already contaminated enough!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; time to stop because time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; by my side, simply because, &lt;u&gt;I need you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;a desire no one understands..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2603701343763781686?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2603701343763781686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2603701343763781686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2603701343763781686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2603701343763781686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-1385242816333915779</id><published>2009-07-30T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:51:46.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>15 exclamation mark</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Bloody trial is bloody over! There's still one more paper tomorrow.. BUT I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to blog about my birthday, 23rd July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master mind Juliana did one helluva job surprising me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CHOICE LA! YOU HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew very much earlier that Juliana was collecting money to get me something from my classmates. (angels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was how the day started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up usual, after everything done and I had to eat breakfast, there was this huge box from my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside it... a toy Elmo. I thought they were gonna get me Spongebob :( I like Spongebob more then Elmo. But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty huge and according to my mom its expensive and its originally from Seseme Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the box , stood two cards. One from my parents and one from ma siblings. The card from my lil bro and lil sis was cute. The one from my parents was touching. Brought me to tears and guilt. I knew what they were refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its in Chinese. Anyways, I didn't read it for the second time. DIdn't dare. I'll feel guilty again. Might cry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ememem. My mom boiled red eggs for my classmates! Haha. Not conservative la. CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave all the angels the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually come to school early. Very early actually. And my birthday was no exception. So the surprise was a bit late but no complains =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana came up and said, " Happy Birthday, Camen. You wait fro your present, its with the boys." Something like that. (still squeezing my brain for juice of information, not that its easy to forget anyways ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the class went missing already when Mr Ying was already in the class (Science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute lo Mr Ying. "Where's everybody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they came up all holding such cute sticks, with a heart stuck on it. Like a march past like that. They sang as they came in holding the sticks. Each of them holding one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, got tears leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy did a sarcastic cry trying to mimic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after everyone surrounded my table leng zai Eugene came in holding a box ( a gift from everyone of them ). Awkward la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But awkwardness can definitely be excused on birthdays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the urge to hug Eugene. And Ju, Min Chi, Yi Ting, Qi Ying, ZQ, Evane, Jeremy, Teng Yi, Mason, Jiang, Pei Yeon and the list goesss oooonnnnn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't cuz Ju and I have to leave for the Public Speaking Competition against Cahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful sticks i was talking about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so conincidently, I have a useless (which is now very useful) vase in my room I got from Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the card! From the angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sings you know! "You're the world's greatest friend. yes you really REALLY ARE!"&lt;br /&gt;CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Yuanni. THANKS! Damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left Mr Ying hugged me!!! And wished me happy birthday. Which is the ONLY and SOLE reason why I studied Science for trial. I didn't bother about the other subjects. I'll feel really bad if i don't ace Science. So... Ya la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the PS competition, suria bloody hell won! Sapu everything. Nenenepupu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It was a blast. Thank you Juliana, Min Chi, Evane, Zhi Qian, Yi Ting, Wenx, QiYing, Karen, Yuanni ( I love the card ), HSO members- eugene,mason,jiang,donald,jeremy,kameng,yihmeng and kevin. AND also my restaurant city buddy, KOKCHENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also Teng Yi. You have been really nice to me although we're not classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget Nicholas? THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my biatches, MinChi,Yiting,Evane,ZhiQian and QiYing. Thanks for the cake. Esp ZhiQian for buyin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the large box they gave me, there's a pair of shades, a skirt and a pants i adore sooo much! Thanks guys. And Ju for pickin them out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, MunHou and HaoWei. The contents of the card's really touching too. Thanks MunHou :) and you too Haowei, for not forgetting me :D proves us good friends no matter what shit happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous Saturday.. 25th July. I went to SgLong Clubhouse. I'm organiser. First time. And its only my second visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MinChi, YihMeng, Jeremy, Eugene, Nicholas and Mason for coming. :)Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-O-R-S-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC02098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Uncle (Nicholas's dad) for sending me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Will update more pictures of birthday dinner with family and some public speaking competition photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tune for the 15-year-old to blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-1385242816333915779?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/1385242816333915779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=1385242816333915779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1385242816333915779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/1385242816333915779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-exclamation-mark.html' title='15 exclamation mark'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6522526086509532490</id><published>2009-07-19T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:29:41.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call by Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360161811641635058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SmMexLGDkPI/AAAAAAAABfc/5WJzhQAaf0A/s400/517654846_a8a749ef67_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never been this way before&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;[ Regina Spektor Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6522526086509532490?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6522526086509532490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6522526086509532490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6522526086509532490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6522526086509532490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-by-regina-spektor.html' title='The Call by Regina Spektor'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SmMexLGDkPI/AAAAAAAABfc/5WJzhQAaf0A/s72-c/517654846_a8a749ef67_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3743366461392411160</id><published>2009-07-17T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:56:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random crap</title><content type='html'>Came back from the movies. Ice Age 3. Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny meh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was telling me how good it was then I really got the idea that its very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got laugh la. But it wasn't as funny as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really really really REALLY cute characters though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aww... baby dinosaurs =D .. PEACHES!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was suppose to buy tickets for the 7.00 p.m. Harry Potter movie. Since I can't go out with Evane to watch it at LeisureMall as planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but but. It was all sold out!! *tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch really badly laaaaaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long face-d the entire day in the mall, my dad promised to bring me there again on Monday/Tuesday! ( my dad is SUCH a softie &lt;3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes ago, I found a suitable layout for my blog. Why the hell do I need one? Well, there have been alot of complaints claiming that the navigations of this current skin is very user-unfriendly. But I still think it looks great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as a considerate blogger, I went to hunt for layouts. And yeah, came across an OKAY one. But when I tried it on Blogger, looks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the process of transfering links from the old skin to the new one, i lost it. &lt;br /&gt;So you see, if you click FOUR or FIVE at the above navigations, its uneffective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puiisshh.. Very unfortunate la today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3743366461392411160?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3743366461392411160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3743366461392411160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3743366461392411160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3743366461392411160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-crap.html' title='Random crap'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4058574976528983236</id><published>2009-07-14T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:25:00.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! - just feel like doing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Got tagged by MC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you been ever asked out?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Thats like a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your default picture being taken?&lt;br /&gt;My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! No ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color of underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;White and pastel blue striped. (why the hell am i so detail?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow! (think:banana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Missing something?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back in time and change something, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I wished I never had pierced my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you must be an animal one day, what?&lt;br /&gt;A free horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And funny, a friend saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Pee. (seriously, i pee a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Goodbye - Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you copy and paste from?&lt;br /&gt;Min Chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Daniel Radcliffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks. Few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. With my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Their smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Uh ah. I ain't gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you still watch kiddie movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT! and i AM a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's on your walls?&lt;br /&gt;Clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you?&lt;br /&gt;an incarnated primate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese? Hakka? Hockkien? Cantonese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and grass in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;why are my feet so hot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32..33. What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Watching "Heart of Greed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;M _ s _ _ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How often do u talk to God?&lt;br /&gt;Almost never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;Its what I wanna do after i get old and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?&lt;br /&gt;Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Black .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Same person who last made me upset. ( See: Question 34 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taggin :&lt;br /&gt;- Mashi&lt;br /&gt;- Erina&lt;br /&gt;- Entrux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4058574976528983236?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4058574976528983236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4058574976528983236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4058574976528983236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4058574976528983236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-just-feel-like-doing-it.html' title='Tag! - just feel like doing it.'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2883800131160676850</id><published>2009-07-11T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:30:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Sleepover!</title><content type='html'>Actually right, when we call staying over as sleepover, the whole concept is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when a friend comes over to your house , you don't sleep. No matter how often you see your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which is why the next day, you cannot help but does of in BM classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana is my 3rd friend who stepped foot into ma house. You know, its always me sleeping over at others' house, but very very seldom people come over to mine. BECAUSE, i live too friggin' far away from all my friends. And I have only ONE friend who lives nearby( hi chen! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and not to mention, I do not have any friends outside school. NADA. So miserable hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I often promise myself, the next time i meet someone my age (preferably a guy ;) ) in the basketball court/tennis court/ futsal court/ swimming pool/ playground of my condominium, i might JUST say hi or apporach them. But someone like that never comes along :( . Or maybe i don't exercise that much! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna ask Chen to walk to my hosue and we'll play basketball sometime. Can ah Chen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the topic, the awesome, fun, gorgeous Juliana stayed over my house on Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the main reason why she came was to go out at night to Mid Valley to get MinChi giftS for her birthday, which was on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, shopping with this girl ah, is so much fun you wanna stay in the mall for the entire day. But my parents made sure we had to go home by 8.30. We reached at around 6 ish? And we went to Madam Kwan's for dinner with my family. Then we went our separate ways. Ju, my sis and I went to Vincci accessories at first to see if we can get anything. We got MC earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of shops we went to is ENDLESS looo.. But then we went in search for your presents la MC. But then Ju was often distracted lo. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her those shoes you wear at home from Women's secret. Pink Panther! So cute laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got her a sleeveless sweater. So nice la! I wanted to have it for myself. BUT BUT BUT it was the last one there. So aiya, buy for that silly girl la... So lucky... its very nice!! with a golden hood. (min chi, if you don't like it give it to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went sweeping all the nearby outlets to see if they have nice sunnies. Really tiring lo. Ju and I had to split up. Then we found the PERFECT one from Miss Selfridge! I wouldn't want sunnies for my birthday but I'm VERY sure MC would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember listening to her about how much she loves em'. And she camwhored with my father's when I lent it to her. So we got it for RM70!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it la. Nice what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought her a huge card from Memory Lane and deco's' for it. Altogether pun RM 31. And then ran to Hallmark in the Gardens (because my parents called for us) and got her a RM 23 paper bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought Johan's present too! We spent most of our time there! Hilarious la! The shop name is Philosophy. Men's wear only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were walking around and asking each other, "aiya, JoHan like something like that?" , " Is this Johan's type?", "Definitely not JoHan's" , "Yeah, maybe he likes something like that?", "No la, too big for JoHan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we called Eugene to ask stuff .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman followed us to assist us. Then he finally asked, "How does this JOHAN look like? Thinner than me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL! THIS JOHAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYSTERICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we went home and decorated the card. My mom said I destroyed it. But, also not give her, give MC ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chatted alot alot alot la... Alot of things. Until 2 in the morning? We eventually dozed off. I slept in a sleeping bag! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some pictures... I promised Ju no edits no nothing. So, i might look a little uglier la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture! So natural. Because the others were all self-timed. This one wasn't. Don't know how we managed this picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you had fun Ju!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY JOHAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: MINCHI MUST like her presents. Went throught so much sores in the feet for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2883800131160676850?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2883800131160676850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2883800131160676850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2883800131160676850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2883800131160676850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/mega-sleepover.html' title='Mega Sleepover!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-270235404466709308</id><published>2009-07-04T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:56:39.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>It is chill, chillier than I can ever remember. The cold infiltrates into my clothing and leeches what available warmth in my body. My limbs are stiff and sore with the cold, swollen in my imagination to twice their normal size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trudge along against the wind that howls incessantly like souls in torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so alone. I close my eyes trying to remember, but my memories are empty as this ghastly place. The cold has obviously gnawed away the important parts of my brain, for I cannot recall how I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done that fate decide to punish me so severely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-inspired when under the air conditioner for killer hours during exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/Copyoflll.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Webcams are such wonderful things..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Will not blog about Sunday, because my version of it wouldn't be any better than Ruby's and MinChi's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-270235404466709308?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/270235404466709308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=270235404466709308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/270235404466709308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/270235404466709308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-3727827648790333835</id><published>2009-06-11T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:58.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>R a n d o m</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="happy birthday Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg286/xgaypridex/Happy_Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin : Its June already!?&lt;br /&gt;Camen : Yeah by the time exam ends, it'll be July.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : This year, you choose a restaurant you want to dine in for your birthday ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( why is she mentioning my birthday? )&lt;br /&gt;Camen : I wanna celebrate at grandma's. With the twins. (cousins)&lt;br /&gt;Mom : When is their birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Camen : 17th Jul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Ooh. Your birthday is next month.&lt;br /&gt;Camen : I don't wanna celebrate this year.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Why?&lt;br /&gt;Camen : Because..&lt;br /&gt;(interupted)&lt;br /&gt;Mom : I know. You're saving it for your sweet 16 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHOCKNESS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom never fails to surprise me. Its like she could read minds. Or just &lt;i&gt;my mind&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a long time. Plus, I haven't hit the books and the exams are in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought anything for MC. (yes biatch, i remember ;) )Have you bought me anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bracing myself for tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll look like you've been attacked my a swarmp of bees,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes will be all welled up before you even start crying,&lt;br /&gt;You will choke on your own tears and won't have time to wipe them off,&lt;br /&gt;You will reveal how young and fragile you are by heart,&lt;br /&gt;And how weak you are in sense of both strength and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by tomorrow =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-3727827648790333835?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/3727827648790333835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=3727827648790333835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3727827648790333835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/3727827648790333835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/06/r-n-d-o-m.html' title='R a n d o m'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7263410851767257402</id><published>2009-06-10T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:42:31.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>P u l a u   L a n g   T e n g a h  -  2nd visit</title><content type='html'>Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slacker is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting about my 2nd visit to Lang Tengah, which took place on the 4th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disloyal readers don't remember my first visit there, here you go.. &lt;a href="http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html."&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back and I look so much thinner!! And younger! OMG. I better start working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I MUST introduce this little angel to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the cutest thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you I have never loved someone as much as I love him. He tops the list. He never fails to charm me with his cute lil smile. He never fails to make me smile whenever I see his growing milk teeth. He never fails to make me laugh when he dances to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is only one year old. The wonders he does to a mere mortal like me is just MAGICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yeah, I LOVE babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this little kid is a different. I miss this kid already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you have hatred towards fat and ugly girls, please don't view this post. I look enormous in the following pictures. And my teeth looks horrible than EVER. I swear I will get braces. Even if I have to wait til I earn my own wages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0025-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the boat to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0026-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Uncle Everlasting. His chinese name literally means that. He has natural white/grey hair at a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0031-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0041-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get build sandcastles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time to be ugly... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the abdomen. Screw the face. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my defense: It was sunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot me? I was playing with my baby =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught him how to feed the fishes! He's a fast learner. And he cried because I was paying more attention on feeding the fishes than playing with him. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about him is that he has this power when he start crying, he know just how to stop. Like halt! Abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went scuba diving the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have slouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its mad how loud this guy talks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when my dad told me they both live in the same block as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diving team and I. See the guy in golden-ish hair? Thats the guy I thought looks like EdisonChen! Again, you disloyal readers, refer to my August 2008 archive. My sister is the best stalker ever! She never stops stalking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my diving experience. (i don't care, i wanna type, i know its boring.)&lt;br /&gt;See my diving team up there? The oldest two men, they just threw RM140 into the sea. They couldn't dive. Their ears hurt too much. Well, old age? I suggested that to my diving coach and he told me it was true. My diving coach told me I was a potential diver (because we went up to the surface and dived back in to the sea for quite sometime cuz we needed to see what was going on with the other two unsuccessful dovers. and when you go up and down like that, you will experience something called the reverse block. that is when your ears start to feel like its gonna explode and you'll get hit by a nausea wave. and my diving coach had it. But I didn't) WHHHEE! my blog, i perasan, i got the rights. &lt;i&gt;bull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. He DID tell me I am a potential diver. I considered taking my diving license there. But I have to stay in the island for 5 days 4 nights for intense training. And you'll have to pay RM1400. So screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wouldn't allow me anyways. My mom will be more than happy for me to get the license so she could boast me around. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE!! I did his hair! Woots. I think its the first time he saw such a huge camera =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hangout spot. we had the place to ourselves. we're like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the bannaboat? *screams* BANANA!!! I'm on it! I went on it twice in a row this trip. BANANAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture. I think its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not lovin her right now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my sweetheart? =)&lt;br /&gt;That uncle over that is my favourite uncle among all the uncles there. =)&lt;br /&gt;And the woman (in white) over there? She's my sweetheart's grandma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mopping the floor that my sweetheart spilled. I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all REALLY fun and crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture my sweetheart's smiling! For once!! =) My favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an AWESOME time. But then again, i'm as dark as charcoal and the heat wave forced more,larger, ridiculous, unnesscary mountains to appear on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7263410851767257402?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7263410851767257402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7263410851767257402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7263410851767257402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7263410851767257402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/06/p-u-l-u-l-n-g-t-e-n-g-h-2nd-visit.html' title='P u l a u   L a n g   T e n g a h  -  2nd visit'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4053393209151033674</id><published>2009-05-15T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:22:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T e a c h e r ' s  D a y</title><content type='html'>Well erm, today's the 15th of May. 16th is the Teachers' Day. But we don't go to school on a Saturday, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, today we celebrate this event. Today is not only a day for the teacher's to celebrate.. but also some people.. I know two people whose lucky day fall on this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. Alex invited me to join him as co-emcee for the performances. Being the nice girl I am (bats eyelashes), I accepted =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys.. I'm really lazy to type.. Or is my heart just broken? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets allow pictures to do the talking shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing.. Members of the HSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"cool" expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"whhheee~" expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"boohoohoo" expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teacher's Games&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stranger ask me to take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You very tall meh MinChi? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures with this girl only means one thing.. Pouring your self esteem into the drain =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... ZQ and Evane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yu so excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til he wants to ... see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Ying blowing balloon.. Part of Evane's plan. And also he own. To frighten YiTing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing her up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. you can't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puiiissshh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the corner's safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotness on the road. We camwhore just about everywhere ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome Lady Jane and I. I became like 3 tones darker because of marching and sports practise under the Sun. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr ying is so CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MC and MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/P1030046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though candid, i love this picture =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the only picture i love though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whyyyy does it always have to be this wayy????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Additional recovered pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01826.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ms Fame+Fortune Wenx and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01830.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I turn my head to the east... I turn my head to the west.. LALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01832.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michael Jackson wannabe's'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSC01835.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm darker than all of em. How fair is that? None of this guys march eh. AkiPro, you look cute leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess thats it =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4053393209151033674?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4053393209151033674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4053393209151033674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4053393209151033674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4053393209151033674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-e-c-h-e-r-s-d-y.html' title='T e a c h e r &apos; s  D a y'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-6058612885725644910</id><published>2009-05-02T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:05:02.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Flu attacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/0cb23765-caad-4d82-8d99-16b2bfec46d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Monkey MC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon. Drinks heaps of water until you pee at least 55 times a day. I'm sure its not the swine flu, but still, just in case. I know how little water you drink everyday. So this is not the time to be a naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink water like its you're favourite drink. No metter how tatseless it is or full you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never go off guard. Stay alert, stay informed about this disease. This is the time to be suspicious. STAY ALERT. Wash your hands before you eat. STAY ALERT. Take care of your hygiene. STAY ALERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what im talkin bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And welcome back Aki =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-6058612885725644910?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/6058612885725644910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=6058612885725644910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6058612885725644910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/6058612885725644910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/05/flu-attacks.html' title='Flu attacks.'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2563105890798357676</id><published>2009-04-25T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:04:25.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.A.L Excellence Award 09</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Calvin, Surian of the Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the prize recipients (PMR), I have your pictures here in my computer. Well, most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of the picture is ALMOST perfect. So doubt not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a message in my tagboard. I'll send em to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being an angel, yes, its free of charge. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2563105890798357676?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2563105890798357676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2563105890798357676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2563105890798357676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2563105890798357676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-excellence-award-09.html' title='R.E.A.L Excellence Award 09'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-5516134441253385342</id><published>2009-04-10T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:13:48.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN2989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN2993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN3043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diary-of-a-maniac.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip.html"&gt; @ MinChi's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teengirlcloset.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-projects.html"&gt; @ IvySia's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-5516134441253385342?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/5516134441253385342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=5516134441253385342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5516134441253385342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/5516134441253385342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip.html' title='trip'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4971290798511074225</id><published>2009-04-08T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:10:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/55630789_f0ffe66bb6_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill you if i must,&lt;br /&gt;You'll vanish just like dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Im putting on a fight,&lt;br /&gt;And I shall do it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll not only be locked up in a cell,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll be sent to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll break you nose when I feel like it,&lt;br /&gt;Yes your nose, filthy HYPOCRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm horible in poetry. I can't find words that rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I HATE YOU YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS MC, Wenx: Its the piece of shit im talkin bout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4971290798511074225?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4971290798511074225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4971290798511074225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4971290798511074225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4971290798511074225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2014206272437464167</id><published>2009-04-04T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:41:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 15th YiTing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/n666014563_276667_8753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/1_820521567l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/1_881531638l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN1015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN1785.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/DSCN0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Biatch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does it feel like turning 15 before me? I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, about my blog. I know.. I promise I will update it monthly. If possible, I'll do it more than once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to post some pictures of my trip to the muzuem with my spongebobs. So until I find my USB, my blog will be pretty boring. ( but its not like i have loads of pictures. only a few )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask my dad where the USB went but refused. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom agreed on me going to Archuleta's promo tour/concert early this week. If I get a ticket that is. Then Yuanni called today and said if I go to the Rock Corner in Mid Valley and get his album, I get 2 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom, she's fine with the idea, but she ask me to ask the man of the house. I asked my dad, and he was asking where the promo tour is. Then I said its held in Sunway Amphitheatre where, in my opinion, is a pretty safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said no, its dangerous, will let you go when you're older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LA! When you're older when you're older...&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago : When can I go out with friends? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you're older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago : When can I buy read books about love?&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; When you're older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year before: I wanna drive when I turn 17! On the DOT! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No way, you can only drive when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;turn 21. Aiya when you're older only talk about this things la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I hear when you're older so often like I hear my dad fart. Oh yes, he does that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, when is OLDER??? I'd like to know. They just don't trust the fact that I can take care of myself. Better yet, I can take care of other people too. Ain't that right Birthday Girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how bad I wanted to see him sing live. I even cried for an hour. In a restaurant. Bloody hell. Its not his looks, but his singing. So good that several time, it brings me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bitch about my parents. That'll be a sin then. But wtf, I sin so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry Yuanni I can't go. Even her mom trusts me more than my parents. No Camen=No concert. Says Yuanni's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom who was acting all nice after me crying: I buy you the album la ( you see la bloody shit i don't even have and album and i have to watch youtube to hear archuleta ). Want anot? *shakes head* Wang Lee 虫 is coming to Malaysia right? You wanna go? *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some o you readers know I'm also quite a fan of LeeHom. But no, I don't like him that much that I would do whatever it takes to go to his concert. But Archuleta=different. I don't think there is any concert I would wanna go but his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and your talents Archuleta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2014206272437464167?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2014206272437464167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2014206272437464167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2014206272437464167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2014206272437464167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-15th-yiting.html' title='Happy 15th YiTing'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2378967951213996371</id><published>2009-03-08T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:20:06.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback-tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/2868029930_0ec41af996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 Truths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;001. Real Name: Camen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Not sure if I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: Turning 15 in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope : Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: Suria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School: Suria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. High School: Suria, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. College School: Hopefully nothing go to do with Suria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: BLACK. and lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or Short: Longer than short. Shorter than long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : I look horrible in both. But I'd prefer sweats, though I wear jeans more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: Oh you betcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Not so sure myself. My conscience says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Currently, drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: It didn't turn out well when I had it. Had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keloid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;keloid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; because of it. But its not as big as the ones you see in pictures if you google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti- Social : imma gregarious person. no kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;022. First piercing: Yes. Regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First relationship : wished i never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First Best Friend: Kai Shek. (we don't talk to each other now, at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First Award: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First Pet: =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First Big Vacation: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First Love at first sight : No, not for all the tea in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First Big Birthday: can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;049. Eating: I had pancakes an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: I had Coke with pancakes. Fattening meself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level : Zero. I caught a cold. And I cried when I watched One Tree Hill. So yeah, zer0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: I have only 15 minutes til midnight. So, haha. No plans for the next 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: A tissue to magically appear in front of me, so that i don't have to walk my way to the tissue box just to blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: minus million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;058. Want kids?: i want pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married?: if there's a bastard who would want a wife who watches TV instead of doing house chores and who doesn't know how to cook, introduce him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind?: No idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;068. Lips or Eyes : Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny?: Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller?: Slightly taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?: They both sound the same. But I guess protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: stomach. no bellies thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?: sensitive to the extend that its gay? LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?: what type of question IS this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Yes. My glasses.. Found it anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;081. Ran away from home: No, i've got everything free here, why would i want to run away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: I choose to lie to this one and say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;083. Killed somebody: I'd like to know how it feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: Guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;085. Been arrested: no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;087. Cried when someone dead: my darling darling darling uncle. I cried the shit outta myself. And I supposed to call him right before he passed away. I love him so much. I have lots of pictures of him and me. And they're on my wall. He was REALLY young when he died. only 33. But I'm sure he's in heaven right now. Feels like a second away he just embraced me in his arms. I love you, Hoe gor gor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;089. Yourself: I will next morning. Tonight isn't the best nights of the year.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: No.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: No.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: No.&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: Yes. My tooth disappeared when I put it under my pillow when I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss in the first date : Only on TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: No. Though hunks like Tsubasa exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now?: Yes. In a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;W e n x&lt;br /&gt;I think she's the only one who would do it. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2378967951213996371?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2378967951213996371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2378967951213996371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2378967951213996371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2378967951213996371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/03/comeback-tag.html' title='Comeback-tag'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-7014427626852270439</id><published>2009-02-27T17:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:36:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P for Pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/Camen237/egg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Min Chi, Wenx, "Jane", Karen, Eugene, Kev, Kok Tong, 3 Joyians and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck, is something I need. I wish myself luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK CAMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I only feel pressured/tense when its time to get the results. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-7014427626852270439?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/7014427626852270439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=7014427626852270439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7014427626852270439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/7014427626852270439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-for-pressure.html' title='P for Pressure?'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-4754361107399130884</id><published>2009-02-17T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:06:43.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Salty</title><content type='html'>First time I tasted my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. they're pretty salty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-4754361107399130884?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/4754361107399130884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=4754361107399130884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4754361107399130884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/4754361107399130884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/02/salty.html' title='Salty'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-2004519230727293082</id><published>2009-02-17T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:34:04.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply me please =(</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm reasonably frantic right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed my Jap friends; Hirofumi, Kengo, Naoto, Yuruya and MOST importantly &lt;strong&gt;TSUBASA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny how I only know him for one day and he could make me on my knees. And yes, this is a serious matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm one of those girls who would go gaga when seeing someone hot slash cute slash beautiful slash handsome. But I've never been serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa is different. Mind you, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the email on Sunday, with the help of Yuza. (thanks!) He even explained to me how their email system works and the odds they would reply me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirofumi replied me on the same day itself, including Naoto and Yuruya. Kengo and Tsubasa haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever they replied is in romanjis, and I couldn't understand a shit. So, I'll need Yuza to enlighten me. And my next message to Hirofumi would be to ask him to ask Kengo and Tsubasa to reply me! Its vital!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I haven't been attending school for 2 days. Including today. Monday is because for some personal reason. And today, my dad, brother and mom had diarrhea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me not to go to school, in case I have it too, in the later time of the day. So just in case, I'm here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really happy NOT going to school cuz I'm excited to ask Yuza to translate the emails for me. And I HAVE to learn Statistics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Paneer got me interested in Math. The first time in 14 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-2004519230727293082?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/2004519230727293082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=2004519230727293082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2004519230727293082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/2004519230727293082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/02/reply-me-please.html' title='Reply me please =('/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8549466314995398564</id><published>2009-02-13T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:06:03.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Yeh ma Valentine</title><content type='html'>First off, thank you XJ for your gift =). It was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, oh YES! The Japanese came to SSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooots! The performances were of average ( by SSS ) but fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the thing is, the exchange student programme only involved my Seniors and 3G (who knows why they're chosen)..&lt;br /&gt;The programme started at 9 and a few minutes after 9, God answered my prayers and He sent Meng Keat up to my level and he announced that they are lack of students for the buddy system and yessshh, they need OUR help. The GilaGila 3 Joyians. Okay, the buddy system goes like this; a Jap gets a buddy from Malaysia, and that buddy will be one of us, of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Keat came during Math period, when Mr Paneer was technically starting a new chapter (Statistics ॥). And the moment Meng Keat announce the news, the students jumped up and the class erupted with cheer. Min Chi and I didn't, for your information. I thought it was pretty rude though, and I guess Paneer should feel offended, although he didn't look like he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty reluctant too.. My favourite chapter in Math would be Statistics. AND, when I took the test for what career path I'd consider, I got statistics. So there ya go, I want to figure Statistics out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I have a feeling this will be long )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to the Hall of Character, and the lights were out already. And then Mr Yu got me, Min Chi and Yin Zhen (the blazer combo attracted him perhaps?) 3 Jap buddies. And to my SURPRISE, they're dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all the girls were taken so, whaddaheck, they paired us with dudes. And aiyah, the other girls for Joy didn't get a buddy. Yes Wenx, that poor thing, cheer up girl =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe my buddy-&lt;br /&gt;He is 3 times my size? Yeah. Soooo tall that I only reach his chest (or is it his belly?). And his "diameter" is erm, twice mine? He has REALLLLYY rosy cheeks. And yes, he's so big, he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's seventeen and sadly, he doesn't understand English. Only a tttaaaddd bit, as much as I know how to speak Jap. So its pretty fair for both of us. Oh, all of them are seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;HIROFUMI&lt;/strong&gt;. Boy, I sure miss figuring out how to communicate with him. He's shy, but we got along for a while after I made friends with this other guy by the name of &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt;. I think they're pretty tight. And made things easier as we all opened up and chatted like we're of same nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Chi's buddy's name is &lt;strong&gt;Yureya&lt;/strong&gt; and it sounds alot like &lt;u&gt;urea&lt;/u&gt;. According to Min Chi he's REALLY shy. I don't really think so la MC, You shy, he shy the result surely no good. Haha. I talked to him several times, and yeah, he is pretty shy but still not as shy as &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt; when I first met him. ( He was putting his head down during the performances!) Am I that scary? YiTing will definitely and eagerly nod like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Naoto&lt;/strong&gt;. Yin Zhen's buddy. I pity him the most. Yin Zhen ditched him all the way. LOL. But I tried to talk to him too when I talk to my buddy. His name is really easy to remember &lt;strong&gt;Naoto&lt;/strong&gt;, Naruto. Sounds the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. after performances, bamboo dance. I persuaded &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt; as hard as I persuade my mom to get me braces to join in. But you see, he's utterly shy. It's crazy how shy he is. And there, I met Kengo. Chat chat chat.. His english wasn't as bad as the others so yeah, advantages there. And then, I persuaded him to join in as well and YAY! He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then refreshment time! &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt; ate so &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt; despite his size. Naoto ate truckloads! And when I asked &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt; hows the food, I signaled me that the "kuih lapis" wasn't his favourite. ( yes we communicate by sign language ) What other options do we have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Yin Zhen saw a guy she thought was cute which I thought looked like a girl. She said he's so cute that she wants to slap him!?!!? My lord.. Yin Zhen, the violent. And then also, Min Chi saw this guy, at the same time, who she thinks looks like L for Death Note. (Eh?) That guy's Yet Hau's buddy. What la MC? &lt;u&gt;YetHau better looking than that &lt;strong&gt;Takahiro&lt;/strong&gt; lo.&lt;/u&gt; His name is &lt;strong&gt;TakaHiro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we gathered with other group members which consisted like around more than 90 people? Yeah.. Then there I met my Valentine. (HAHAHAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi &lt;/strong&gt;about karate, sushi, kyu's' and dan's' cuz thats the only stuff we could talk about and then I heard gila laughter from SeeHau next to me. Then so, I turned. Right behind me there's YetHau, YihMeng, Jeremy, KokCheng, KaMeng and more of 3Joy's. Then there he is sitting right there next to Jeremy doing that eye thingy that I couldn't do. Its scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was cute but not extraordinary cute. We made eye contact then I smiled. Then turned to my closer Jap friends. I asked for their email addresses. I've got &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi's , Naoto's , Kengo's and Yureya's&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't help but turn la, (what?) and saw they were comparing muscles. Dammit. My weakest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute Jap dude compared his arm muscles with Jeremy the ultimate bitch with a swimmer's bod. And Iiiissshhh Jeremy has bigger muscles than the cute Jap. Who cares la, the Jap's cuter. And then I asked for his name. &lt;strong&gt;Tsubasa&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, "The Chronicles of Tsubasa??"( and flutter my arms like wings ) And he muttered something in Japanese happily and said, " Yessshhh Yesshh Tsubasa Tsubasa " and he fluttered his arms like I did too! I really feel like I'm talking to Tarzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my attention to &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt;, talked about sports alongside &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hirofumi&lt;/strong&gt; plays tabble tennis. And &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt; basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Kengo's one-year-older-than-Kengo girlfriend. And we checked out some of her pictures. She's pretty cute. Or kawaii as the Japs say. And then we scrolled down to a picture of his guitar, then SeeHam asked if he plays guitar and he said yes. And then big mouth SeeHam (but in the long run, i should thank), told &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kengo &lt;/strong&gt;had an i-cant-believe-it face then he shouted at cute Jap boy that I'm a drummer. TOO. And then cute Jap muttered something in Jap AGAIN with widened eyes and &lt;strong&gt;Kengo&lt;/strong&gt; told me he is a drummer too. And cute Jap guy started air drumming and I joined in too. But his hands were really fast .. I bet he's got skills. And then the boys asked if he has a girlfriend, and he said EVERYONE is his girlfriend, smashing my heart. And bla bla bla.. He smokes... Bla bla bla.. cuz its too cold in Japan .. Bla bla bla.. Excuese.. bla.. bla.. bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the middle of the conversation, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he bloody hell winked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Making me feeling completed. Ahhhh.. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning away was the smartest thing to do, so yeah.. messing around with &lt;strong&gt;Kengo's&lt;/strong&gt; cool phone. And then Jeremy asked me if I'd like to be Tsubasa's girlfriend. LOL. Be someone's girlfriend who doesn't knows my name. I just laughed and say "Aw. Really? Jeremy you make me so happy." And then Jeremy said okay to &lt;strong&gt;Tsubasa&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. And then YihMeng said, "What? She only said 'Really?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had photo sessions over and over again. Took pictures with hot guys. And settled down. They left. Sighsss.... And I said nada to Tsubasa other than "Byebye or Sayonara" Aiikksss... I asked Tsubasa if he could take a picture with me, and he said yes. He stood really close and our arms touched =D I was genuinely smiling and MC, the photographer pressed the off and on button instead of the snap button. AHHHH!! And then I felt all slutty and bitchy so I distant myself a bit but he still tried to move closer but not as close as the previous-suppose-to-be shot. And I didn't smile genuinely =((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he left along with the others.. I said bye to every Jap I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Valentines with buddies in the canteen and up to class we went. I went interrogating Kok Cheng, as he was Tsubasa's buddy yada yada. I wanted to know every single ting about him =D I sound like a stalker don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SeeHam was saying like Tsubasa actually asked MC not me. So bitchy right that SeeHau? LOL. Can't even make my dreams alive for one sec. Then YihMeng stood up for righteousness and said that no.. I was Tsubasa's first choice, MC's second. Aiyah, I don't bloody care, I take him as my boyfriend already =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsubasa, you're my Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES TO BE UPLOADED AFTER RECEIVES FROM PEI YEON. Didn't bring my camera as it was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse every single narcissism and bitchiness included in this post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8549466314995398564?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8549466314995398564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8549466314995398564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8549466314995398564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8549466314995398564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeh-ma-valentine.html' title='Yeh ma Valentine'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385891300246223796.post-8563256618423891520</id><published>2009-01-10T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:34:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Oh man!</title><content type='html'>Bonjorn readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself updated online, through blogs about some blogger's first week of school, so yeah, I guess I should update about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First day, 5th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ZQ, Yi Ting and Evane noticed a change in me (I can judge when they exchanged glances) when I used the word fuck on my first day.( Yes, I don't do that often. But its the first day! I get to do whatever I want). Min Chi comes to school by bus now. Issshhh... ZQ, Yi Ting, Qi Ying Evane and I reaches school before 8. Sorry la Min Chi. Who ask you come to school by bus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in 3 Joy. I pretty awesome class with awesome classmates. Pretty glad I'm not in any other class. Chose the middle row, second seat from the front, good view of the whiteboard, set, done. Min Chi's sitting with me, like good old times. And Juliana chose the row next to mine, also second seat from the front. Next to Wen Xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had prefects' gathering. Mr Panneer and Ms Kala in charge for the upper senior prefects and Puan Sairul who was initially from the Junior Section is in charged of the lower senior. Only a few prefects attended the gathering. Calvin looked really busy, even on the first day. He deserves to be the head. I'm sure he will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went up to class ( its on the highest floor ) and saw Min Chi next to my seat. Liar Eugene who lied that he left for Sempurna directly in front of my seat, and Kev next to him. WTF! Eugene!! I love it when Juliana would chant ," Die, Eugene DIIEE!!! " &lt;strong&gt;Hysterical!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished Ms Ivy, and saw a mat salleh next to her. Then Ms Ivy asked me to introduce myself to him. Shook his hand tell him my name, and I made an effort to remember his. Mr Erol. I bet he forgotten mine. How hard is Camen? His accent is so French! He &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all the teachers I like, especially Mr Panneer, he teaches and lectures us like my dad nag at me! I thought men like my dad extinct already. Whheee~ Found one endangered species on my first day. Awesomeeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday ZQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second day, 6th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly with chairs for students which were arranged by us, prefects. And we stacked it back as well, you're welcome. We should be credited you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many new teachers. And a few from the Junior section. Pn Sairul, Pn Rosni and Ms Wendy. Anyone I missed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 7th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start turning shitty already. Then later that day during P.O.L Ms CM lee said there might be changes in classes. They might be shifting Joy to Hope and Hope to Joy. Not the students, but the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one cared, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ECA, Evane, Min Chi, Qi Ying, Yi Ting and I remain in Orchestra. We couldn't change to other societies. Plus, we promised our coach to stay. And I have 100% of my interest laid in percussions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Keat as President ( Mak Wen asked us to vote for him. But don't get me wrong, I did want to vote for Meng Keat. But also Mak Wen. Couldn't choose)&lt;br /&gt;Mak Wen got a spot in the Committee Board too. But I forgotten which position. Vice president right?&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got elected as Secretary. I didn't pay much attention to it at first. Then when Cikgu Qhalid said that we should be in the studio by 2.40, then it hit me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the secretary! I take the attendance!! I use to have fun looking at Eliza do it. I write reports too! OMG! Screw it! You guys gonna regret for nominating me, my handwriting, muahaha.. &lt;strong&gt;hideous&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 8th January.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to change classes!! The whole class were reluctant. And grumbling and mumbling all the way. Cursing and swearing. They'd rather moving 45++ people to another class then changing the label. What are people thinking nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I end up sitting behind next to Min Chi. At the end of the corner row. Jooleeanah is basically at the other side of the class!!! :(( Jeremy Ng sits directly in front of me, and next to him is Andrew James, the new boy. And next to me, the middle row there's Yet Hau, and behind Yet Hau's there's Karen. So, not too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 9th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined counseling club. Pretty cool. Min Chi, Yi Ting, Evane, Qi Ying and I were the only Form 3s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of homeworks for the weekend. not THAT annoyed yet. Soon....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping!!! Whheee... Street market in Ikano's street walk. I love that place. And the Winter Warmer's awesommeee!!!!!! Their mochacinno and latte sends me to heaven. But we didn't go there, cuz there's no wi-Fi connection. Dad wanted to play with his laptop while we shop. So, we headed to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of typing... Its been an extremely long. Plus, I want to check Declan Galbraith out. Thanks to the music playing in Min Chi's blog. He sounds awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the year: Awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385891300246223796-8563256618423891520?l=undesirable-camen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/feeds/8563256618423891520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385891300246223796&amp;postID=8563256618423891520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8563256618423891520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385891300246223796/posts/default/8563256618423891520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undesirable-camen.blogspot.com/2009/01/bonjorn-readers.html' title='School, Oh man!'/><author><name>Camen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304191270909966946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUgxd9YeDaI/SaKHT4eNUxI/AAAAAAAABes/MaDBk_Xpv4A/S220/1719223602_8e1a9c6bfc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
