<?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-6596630098871253756</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:31:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Realm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-9044320781989878395</id><published>2012-01-05T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:18:03.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a yawn.</title><content type='html'>Basically I'm doing nothing at home besides surfing the net, watching Ouran and other animes from my CDs on the laptop. After all, college is about 5 days away and I think I'm done packing. I'm now searching for a good, free RPG for my Android phone. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished Destinia. Now having Zenonia 3 and Inotia 3 on my phone already. Any others? I couldn't download Legends of Arcana either. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do comment. Thanks loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-9044320781989878395?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9044320781989878395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=9044320781989878395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/9044320781989878395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/9044320781989878395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-yawn.html' title='What a yawn.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8248634621515094381</id><published>2012-01-03T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:15:48.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5pJErPnVMw/TwJktQPznCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zJGAafSG6l8/s1600/Vienna%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5pJErPnVMw/TwJktQPznCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zJGAafSG6l8/s320/Vienna%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693223607567883298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I posted and YES, I'M AWARE OF IT. Probably  because I have basically nothing to blog about and the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's everyone doing? Many of us would probably be doing either of the following options since it's after SPM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working somewhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping, eating and basically acting like a pig around the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heading off to college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the laptop/computer 24/7 gaming, Youtube-ing or Facebook-ing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelling around the world in 80 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which  option are you, SPM-leavers? I'm on option 2, 3, and 4. Not travelling  this year due to time and financial constraints. Yes, I'm going to  college =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck to everyone this year. Hope you have a blast for 2012!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is a photo of me in Vienna, June 2011. Yes, Mozart lives again! Note : it's for fun.&lt;br /&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/6596630098871253756-8248634621515094381?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8248634621515094381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8248634621515094381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8248634621515094381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8248634621515094381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-new-year.html' title='For a new year!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5pJErPnVMw/TwJktQPznCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zJGAafSG6l8/s72-c/Vienna%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5003665331792645059</id><published>2010-11-22T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:23:48.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays are here...</title><content type='html'>Yes, everyone. THE HOLS ARE HERE. For at least another 6 weeks, we're not going to school, but sit at home. Get a little rest, turn on the TV or get on the computer till your eyes pop out. And what am I going to do, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go off to visit my sis overseas first. I actually have a chance to go to school there as well although it's only for 1 day.  There, I'm going to visit Italy. I'm going to eat all the pasta I can stuff into this stomach of mine that seems to have expanded this holiday! YEE HAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get back to M'sia, I'm going off to KL for my cousin's wedding. Heck, I'm not even prepared for my sister's one! Oh well, I get to eat great food there, I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for my trip on Thurs, early morn by bus to the airport. Sigh....I just don't want the hols to be over this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Hoy Yan, thanks for the email! Hope to see you soon, and REPLY MY EMAIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5003665331792645059?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5003665331792645059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5003665331792645059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5003665331792645059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5003665331792645059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays-are-here.html' title='The holidays are here...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-7139001335472787788</id><published>2010-09-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:21:17.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to be jolly...tralalalala lalalala.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's the holidays! Well, our school's having one till Friday. Most schools are, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRY to all my bloggie readers for abandoning all of you for so long. I have reasons, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my grade 8 ABRSM theory exam (it's the last) two days ago at SMK Dato Megat Khas. My mum and I drove around Ipoh on Sunday to find the school and....we got lost at first, but found it eventually (took us approx. 1/2 hour).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently busy at school with the Prefect's Annual Farewell Party. Being the Venue Manager ain't easy, you know. Had trouble finding the perfect location. Won't mention anything else here, just in case any Form 5's visit my blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School holiday homework! Oh man, I tell you, my Add Maths homework and the rest of them is a lot. Almost done though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, after 11 years of being a pianist, I finally retire. True, it was almost all my life, but I think I had better move on. I do play the piano still, although not as often as the earlier years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just found out that Ookiku Furikabutte (Big Windup!) has a 2nd season. Currently watching the 2nd episode. For those who have been following my blog regularly (thanks a whole lot for doing that!), you would know that I'm a big fan of it. Yup, a 16-year-old girl loves this baseball show. I confess, I do like and play those games that people consider 'male-dominated' like baseball, basketball and football. Back to the show, this season's about the summer season game. The first season saw Nishiura beating Tosei, the defending champions, 5-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, why am I telling y'all everything? Just watch the show! Or if you're too busy, you can google the show to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday's going to be great. More Big Windup, homework and all that slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7139001335472787788?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7139001335472787788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7139001335472787788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7139001335472787788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7139001335472787788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/tis-season-to-be-jollytralalalala.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to be jolly...tralalalala lalalala.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1553198902889086927</id><published>2010-08-21T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:04:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review on Digeus System Optimizer 8.2.987‏</title><content type='html'>I was shocked when I received an email on Thursday asking me to try a product called Digeus System Optimizer 8.2.987 cause no one has ever asked me to do that before. Anyway, I tried on the product and found that it was seriously good. I mean, I know this is the first time I ever had this kind of program in my computer, but I know this can be really useful in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the downloading of the software's pretty easy and fast. Usually, MOST of my programs take about 10 minutes or so but this one took about 5 minutes. Half the time gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried the 'Clean Your Duplicates' section. Worked out okay, cause I've got plenty of duplicated documents. I managed to find out their existence only through this tool as I never bothered to search through THOUSANDS of files just to find a duplicate which could be saved somewhere else from the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Clean Unnecessary Files' part is pretty cool. Through this one, I finally realised how many useless files I had that I never used for AGES. Got to clean them out though, and now the computer runs a lot smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Digeus Disk Space Analyser has to be the coolest thing I ever saw. After scanning my C drive, a pie chart appeared with loads of colours (and I mean, LOADS of colours). From here, you can see how much space is being taken by which program. For mine, let's give the 'Windows' example that was on the chart. Click that, and a different pie chart appears telling you what Windows program is taking on the most space. Windows Installer maybe? You get the drift here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the tools were fine, but was kind of hard for me to understand (especially with my mentality, haha). Overall , I give it a thumbs up and rate it about 7 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="ReadMsgSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1553198902889086927?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1553198902889086927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1553198902889086927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1553198902889086927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1553198902889086927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-on-digeus-system-optimizer-82987.html' title='Review on Digeus System Optimizer 8.2.987‏'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4688363406700202662</id><published>2010-08-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:18:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being blur.</title><content type='html'>Today has to be one of the worst days of my life. I feel like...URGH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO FEEL RIGHT NOW. I got scolded and nagged at (like that doesn't happen to ME every day) about 10 times already for various reasons. This is probably because I'm really sleepy and blur until I have no idea what I'm doing anymore and why I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have an assignment to finish. Which song should I pick? The theme of the celebration night (won't say what it's for) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/span&gt;. I'm in charge of the songs and our leader says one of the songs must be our theme title. I've shortlisted down to either Solid Harmonie or The Moffatts. Do me a favour while you're here, won't ya? Help me pick, by leaving a comment at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0-jqVdI38g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0-jqVdI38g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the one by Solid Harmonie. I don't like the dance steps, but I like that main singer's voice. After all , that's the main criteria we're looking for, mates! Next up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrRVTV8MarA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrRVTV8MarA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one by The Moffatts ain't that good, but I think Scott is cute. He's the vocalist. Do you know that they're all related? But I'm not here to inform you about them, goggle them yourself. They have a lot of SERIOUSLY GOOD songs. Listen to them and you'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got The 39 Clues, Book 6, 7 and 8. Have you tried them out? Buy the first book and read it, I'm pretty sure you'll get addicted. After all, who doesn't like traveling the world? And you don't need to do it, Amy and Dan will. I can't believe they're Madrigals! Oh heck, I just let out a secret that took 7 books to find out. I hope you've collected all the cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are on the 17/8-20/8. Good luck to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : To Hoy Yan, I'm really sorry about the 'thing'. Forgive me, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4688363406700202662?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4688363406700202662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4688363406700202662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4688363406700202662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4688363406700202662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-being-blur.html' title='Just being blur.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5439045606861508864</id><published>2010-07-31T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:52:19.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Sixteen =)</title><content type='html'>No pics, but got a whole long story to reveal. Why this birthday is a lot more special than the last ones, what on earth I did to celebrate it and a lot more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why My Sweet Sixteen is Superbly Special This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday this year was celebrated at my parents' hometown, Taiping. Coincidentally, I had a dental appointment (yes, one on my birthday) which was on a Saturday, today. So, I could go back and like, have a party with them. The usual cake was there (though I can't eat it due to lactose-intolerance), obviously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money money money, must be funny, in a rich man's world. In my case, a woman's. I received like, a whole lot of money from angpau from my aunts and uncles. Wahey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to meet my cousin's girlfriend. She's an ex-MGS girl, OH GOD. For those who don't know, MGS (Methodist Girls' School a.k.a. Monkey Girls School) is one of SMC's main rival schools back from goodness knows when. It's the same in Taiping too. Convent Taiping versus Treacher Methodist Girl's School. Screw it, we're talking about Ipoh people! Anyway, it's not like I totally hate EVERY single MGS girl. Hoy Yan is a good friend, and she's from MGS. But this lady (she's 29 years old) has taught in SMC (gasp!) before temporarily after her Form 6 and she knows my school pretty well. She's okay, but I can't seem to get over the fact that she was from MGS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhoring, everywhere! Stealing my cousin's handphone (mine doesn't have a cam) to take photos of myself and her is pretty fun. Can't post the photos up here, she has YET to email them to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loads of presents and wishes! The last time I counted, I had 75 wishes on my Facebook wall, one on Facebook mail. Thanks, everyone. Before the Taekwondo meeting today, my Ranger friends (Siow Jean, Mel, Charmaine, etc.) were like screaming "Happy Birthday!" so loudly till all my Taekwondo juniors started wishing me too. Then Siow Jean and Mel ran like mad to hug me. Aiyo! Siow Jean gave me a present as well : A SHIRT. If you're reading this, Siow Jean, the shirt does fit, but it OVERFITTED ME. LOL. Ker Chyi and Dumbo gave me an early present (thanks) where both were superb too. It's like Christmas, but in July. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying hard to squeeze out a present from my parents. My sis already sent me a card (thanks again : how many times have I said thank you already?). I requested for a story book (FANG!) and I hope they'll think about it. My mum thinks her present is the cake (no arguments there) and my dad says his present is taking me to the optical shop to repair one of my spectacles lenses. The left one got chipped off at the corner recently. It cost about RM43. Convert into your respective currencies using a converter, if you're not from Malaysia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is something sad. My iPod, unable to be repaired, has been returned into my hands. Considered dead, it lies down and sighs as it takes its last breath in my arms. Yes, it cannot be repaired anywhere in Malaysia (it's an iPod mini, 1st generation, first manufactured in 2005) and so, I'm taking it with me when I go to Europe at the end of the year. I'll survive without music till then, I'll make it. If it can't be repaired, I MAY be getting an iPod Touch. Sure, it may be new, but I still have a sentimental feeling toward the old one. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally realise how serious my cousin is into obtaining a animation or graphic designing course. Or at least, something to do with drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M SIXTEEN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M SIXTEEN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M SIXTEEN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it IS a long story. Attention : I'm one of the Acting 4 Heads next week. We're ready, I just hope luck is on our side and everything will go fine. Time to gear into action and act like one of the 4 Heads ( for those who have forgotten what this is, refer to the post titled 'Acting 4 Heads Begin!'). To Shari, Ker Chyi and Jichin (my partners), I hope we do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5439045606861508864?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5439045606861508864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5439045606861508864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5439045606861508864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5439045606861508864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-sweet-sixteen.html' title='My Sweet Sixteen =)'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4068401804218635541</id><published>2010-07-24T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:01:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show!</title><content type='html'>If you all were even AWARE of what was going on in YOUR school, you would have realised the green flyers everywhere. Or you would have noticed that someone (most likely the president of your school's English Language Society or Literature and Drama Club) has been announcing an event if you weren't talking to your friend during assembly so much. You probably wouldn't have noticed if you listened anyway, because you're probably already thinking, " What on earth is this Talent Competition? Ah, I don't care lar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, I must warn that this only applies to certain Ipoh schools ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, to stop your ignorant attitude. At least let me give you the info about this competition, then YOU decide to be ignorant of not. I hope you won't, and will come next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This competition is organised by LiDra ( Literature and Drama Club) of my school. It started last year and participation was limited to girls-schools only. My school is a girls-school anyway. Last year, a girl from my school won and due to the good response we got, we are now having it annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it again this year, and boys are now allowed! You can dance, sing or do anything you want. And darn, a bro-sis team from Wesley-MGS won this year. Last year's defending champ settled for 3rd Place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the trouble I went through to type this, please don't tell me you're still ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4068401804218635541?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4068401804218635541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4068401804218635541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4068401804218635541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4068401804218635541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3195890609522097854</id><published>2010-07-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:25:31.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my life, I prayed for someone like you.</title><content type='html'>Sounds cheesy, but it's true. I've finally found the love of my life. He's so great, handsome and beautiful. Smart, whackable but still snuggable. He's the only one for me, and me for him. I've waited for you for so long, but now that we're together I don't think we can be apart anymore. We're soul mates, and you're the other half of me. I'm so glad I finally found you after all these years. I love you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay, I just typed that spontaneously. This is SO unusual of me. For your information, I've never been in a relationship but I admit that I have liked 3 guys in my life so far. No, they're not from the guy school like SMI, ACS or Anderson, They're all from Chinese schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my guys a bit blur, nervous and bulliable. All of them have this characteristic. Only two of them have an EXTRA qualification : THEY'RE GOOD AT MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget it. I don't have a love life and will never have one. I'm NOT planning to get married, but who knows? Maybe I will =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found a song that brings back memories. Maybe it'll ring a bell in all of you who have watched the Miami 7 and L.A. 7 show. Google them if you don't know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpKwSINIJL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpKwSINIJL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3195890609522097854?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3195890609522097854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3195890609522097854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3195890609522097854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3195890609522097854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-my-life-i-prayed-for-someone-like.html' title='All my life, I prayed for someone like you.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-750131032394831041</id><published>2010-07-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:47:17.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting 4 Heads Begin!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the cycle returns. And I'm in it. It starts this week with Syikin, Kah Ying, Kuna and Livya, ends with my group on the 12th week (can't remember the others who are with me). I'm also in the 5th week, the Saturday Physics exam week. Oh, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are banging themselves against a wall cause they don't understand, let me give you a simple definition of the Acting 4 Heads. For those who already know, skip the next few paragraphs. Including those who don't want to admit they don't know what it is. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, the 4 Heads indicate the Head Prefect and her 3 Assistants (all Form 5's). When the time comes, the slightly younger batch (form 4's) will be put to the test to see who will replace them the following year. First, they will write a resume (yes, RESUME) but I don't think I can reveal what's in them, for the privacy of the SMC Prefectorial Board. Then, the Form 4's go through a 'trial period' of carrying out responsibilities just like the 4 Heads. Some of the examples of the responsibilities are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creating duties for the other prefects on the week you are on the Acting 4 Heads duty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creating duties for important events such as Open Day (refer to the part after the explanation on 'Acting 4 Heads') if you are on Acting 4 Heads duty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check on the prefects at the time of duties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure assemblies run smoothly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,the Form 4's can be considered 'acting' like them. Thus, the term 'Acting 4 Heads'. Simple to understand, isn't it? Each week, it's either 4 or 3 Form 4 prefects who go through this cycle. The prefects who are on this duty change every week, of course. Each Form 4 goes through this 'acting' period twice with different partners. The seniors and teachers will see our capabilities during this quite long period of time (about 3 months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, there will be a meeting to elect the new Board ( Head + Asst.Heads + Secretary + Treasurer) by the rest of the whole Board. Somewhere later, after the teachers have made their choice too, the new Board will be elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF THE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me inform you all (once again) about Open Day every year (this year, it's on this coming Thursday). It's the time where parents come to collect their child's (or children's) Report Cards and talk about their behavior with their class teacher. This can be a 50-50 situation. If the teacher says something bad about you, your mom or dad will go on scolding you for the rest of the journey in the car. If it's the other way round, you'll get hugs and kisses plus some presents if you've really been good. It can be either way round, but it's a gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grading for Taekwondo is THIS SATURDAY. Does anyone remember the Yellow 1 Poomsae again? Oh no, I'll fail this time around. Forfeit RM 45!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta chow. See you around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-750131032394831041?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/750131032394831041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=750131032394831041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/750131032394831041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/750131032394831041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/acting-4-heads-begin.html' title='Acting 4 Heads Begin!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4963445878622356456</id><published>2010-07-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:57:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain, Spain and MORE SPAIN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, David Villa is SO CUTE. Prab begs to differ, but I still say he is. And heck, Argentina lost.       To all Spain supporters, SPAIN is going up against Germany. Paul the Octopus has predicted Spain will win by penalties like about 2. OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Holland vs Uruguay match, I predict Holland will win, by about 3-1, maybe. Holland has GREAT players like Van Persie, Kuyt and Rafael Van der Vaart. But somehow, I'll still be watching the other semi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I can't wait to know the teams going for the Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Day/ Hari Terbuka/ ADAB Card Day / Report Card Day is next Tuesday, y'all. And I can't wait  to go on duty again. Especially the one at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminiscence Of Last Year's Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ma'am, what class is your daughter in?&lt;br /&gt;" Let me escort you there."&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, pass this to the person on announcement!&lt;br /&gt;" Attention please to blabla from blabla, please come down to the primary/upper hall now."&lt;br /&gt;" Oh God, where's my PAPER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA ESPANA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4963445878622356456?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4963445878622356456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4963445878622356456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4963445878622356456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4963445878622356456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/spain-spain-and-more-spain.html' title='Spain, Spain and MORE SPAIN!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2118035985141815128</id><published>2010-06-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:25:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh. Angry.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of my life. Everyone thinks they're so great at their own stuff till they annoy me. I'm not too fond of that, as you can see. I wanted to post something good, but I'm too angry to do that. Have to go then to cool myself off. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : If you're reading this, Hoy Yan, thanks for the email!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2118035985141815128?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2118035985141815128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2118035985141815128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2118035985141815128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2118035985141815128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-mind.html' title='Urgh. Angry.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4201093127369907434</id><published>2010-06-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:26:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the exams, now comes the interview.</title><content type='html'>How would a person put this? On Saturday, I received mail (which is highly unexpected). On the envelope, there was my name and address, typed EXTREMELY NEATLY. Yeah, you would expect to be like "OMG. OMG. WHAT IS THIS?!" but sadly I wasn't. My mind was like "What the heck? A letter for me?" but then I saw the envelope stamp. It was "Antarabudaya Malaysia". THAT was the time I started going "OMG. IS THIS HAPPENING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the letter was stated :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMUDUGA BAGI PEMILIHAN CALON-CALON RANCANGAN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERTUKARAN PELAJAR ANTARABUDAYA MALAYSIA SESI 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not understand the Malay Language, it means " Interview for the Selection of Candidates for The Student Exchange Programme Antarabudaya Malaysia for The Session of 2011". Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got the interview. In fact, everyone who applied got it, I think. I called Vishal straight away and I was like " Did you get it? ". She said no, but the next day, she told me she did. It's on Monday, and I have no idea what to read. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, what am I supposed to do? I have the Ipoh Starwalk (it's a big event) on Sunday and I have to bring my cousins from Taiping to let them experience for the first time tomorrow. I can't wait! It's going to be the largest event in this year, I tell you. I can't wait to meet JD and Dilly, the DJ's of Red FM's Morning Breakfast Show. I saw them last year, but I was too shy and scared. But not any more, Yi Lian is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time there's an exam, I have a theme song for every day. Just the other day, (Monday) it was Britney Spears's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oops! I Did It Again&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I sing or hum it during the exam (softly, of course). I never know what song will come. It just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone, The World Cup is coming! I put my hand down for Spain! Who do you support this year at South Africa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4201093127369907434?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4201093127369907434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4201093127369907434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4201093127369907434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4201093127369907434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/gone-are-exams-now-comes-interview.html' title='Gone are the exams, now comes the interview.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1405229415207016156</id><published>2010-03-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:11:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH, DARN IT.</title><content type='html'>Yup, I hate it when I can't run the way I wanted to. Why run, you say? Because of the 8th placing I got for cross-country, my teacher has put my name down for the most grueling long-distance event - the 3000M event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the very long one. 7 and a 1/2 rounds the track. The first aid people had better see to me. I'm going to collapse for sure. I'm not much of a great runner, but I'll love to try it out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIOW JEAN!!!!! KYA, YOU'RE 16! I'm not sure how many times I wished you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SPM results. OH MY GOODNESS. The first scream came from 5 Lily. Screams like 'OH MY GOD!!!' and 'WAHHHHH!!!!!' were all around. I was just there to help teachers, but I felt as though I was one of the result receivers. Sigh, another two years for me, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my books on Oxbridge that were bought by my sis were rather useful. I enjoy reading them. Maybe...someday, I can go to Oxbridge too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1405229415207016156?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1405229415207016156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1405229415207016156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1405229415207016156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1405229415207016156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-darn-it.html' title='AH, DARN IT.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4538711127137019393</id><published>2010-03-05T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:33:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got that bad habit.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got this habit of winking now. I practically started this last year during PMR. Hopefully Clarie can still remember how I winked at her during the exams. I'm still winking at other people now. Gotta get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Mazyah came into our class recently and gave us a career talk again. For your information, I'm going to try for Oxbridge (combination of Oxford and Cambridge). I'm not saying I have the potential, but who wouldn't try, if given a chance? After all, they have the top universities there. Yes, I am denying the statement that everyone thinks that Oxford and Cambridge are universities. Yes, they are not...but they are towns. The universities are inside them. Each town has 20-plus U's in there. I'm not sure which is the best though. Someone, give me a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. LARIAN-THON TOMORROW. AND I DIDN'T DO A PRACTICE RUN. Three words for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm going to be dead tired. Oh, and I have currently gotten interested in looking at the sky. I realise that clouds are kind of pretty....unless they're grey. Hmm...if I look at the sky and say I like looking at it, wouldn't it be a great excuse to avoid someone who's trying to talk to me? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I winked again. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4538711127137019393?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4538711127137019393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4538711127137019393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4538711127137019393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4538711127137019393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-that-bad-habit.html' title='Got that bad habit.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2950531502297760972</id><published>2010-02-17T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:56:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally get to enjoy my holidays somewhere else other than Ipoh!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently typing this is in Lumut...to be precise, Swiss Garden Golf Resort and Spa. NO, I DO NOT LIKE SPAS. I just swam till I nearly dropped dead about an hour ago. I realised that I can still swim. Haha, my sis swims pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school before hols, my dad, sis and her friend came to pick me up. Mel, Vishal, Janet and some others saw them (excluding my dad)...and Mel went "OOH...." I just went "Uh...yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back tomorrow even though I just arrived here. Going to KL on Saturday till Sunday. Also having a dinner tomorrow, Saturday in Kl and Monday. My hols are soooooooooo busy....sigh. I have to catch my buffet dinner now, people. Have to go and FIT IN ALL THE SEAFOOD THAT I CAN. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2950531502297760972?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2950531502297760972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2950531502297760972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2950531502297760972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2950531502297760972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-finally-get-to-enjoy-my-holidays.html' title='I finally get to enjoy my holidays somewhere else other than Ipoh!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-407272633111006789</id><published>2010-02-07T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:04:06.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm down dirty and tired. Yup, just came back from the place where I always get dirty at...Taiping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time looking at chickens and ducks...poor things though, they're going to be slaughtered tomorrow. May God bless their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what happens to LG handphones that are repaired in Ipoh? My cousin's phone has been in the 'clinic' for at least a month. She gets it back and then it gets spoiled again. Poor thingy. Apparently my cousin already dropped it twice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, not all the cousins who are overseas are coming back this CNY. Gonna miss all of them so damn much. Too bad they're studying in some place that they can't even have a holiday to come back. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie (big sister) is coming back this Thursday!!!! WOO HOO!!!! (not the CNY movie ar) I can't wait. KYA~!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-407272633111006789?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/407272633111006789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=407272633111006789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/407272633111006789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/407272633111006789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2554513726655888476</id><published>2010-02-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:53:39.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you. Haha.</title><content type='html'>Yep, this is to SOMEONE who I met at 4pm today. Yes, YOU. Miss Lee Pui Yee. To those who don't und...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL : Pui Yee, you do number 1 adi ar?&lt;br /&gt;PY : Yup.&lt;br /&gt;YL : See for a while. *flips PY's book*&lt;br /&gt;PY : Orr.&lt;br /&gt;YL : Why this one change to B flat major?&lt;br /&gt;PY : Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;YL : *waits for a while for her to think*  So....?&lt;br /&gt;PY : Forgot adi.&lt;br /&gt;YL : WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this is the BEST girl I know who's the best among us in music. She's practically the best in everything music although her hands are smaller than mine (my hands are already rather small at that ). Okay, I forgive you, my friend. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And attention please to all family members, CNY is coming close. I'm going back on  the 2nd day and going back the day after due to other holidays. May all of us target Pierre this year. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2554513726655888476?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2554513726655888476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2554513726655888476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2554513726655888476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2554513726655888476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-told-you-haha.html' title='I told you. Haha.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1409702177255484009</id><published>2010-01-24T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:40:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>To everyone, listen up! Yes, even you, the dumb fella who's staring at the screen right now. Okay, I was joking, kay? Don't get offended, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam's on 7th Feb, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sis is coming back on the 11th Feb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CNY is on 14th Feb, same day with Valentines Day. (I know some people are staring at me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sis's 'ahem' is coming back at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might be going to Pangkor or somewhere during CNY hols.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, that's it. Nothing much as of now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1409702177255484009?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1409702177255484009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1409702177255484009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1409702177255484009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1409702177255484009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-425127004932223773</id><published>2010-01-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:01:53.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is absolutely fantastic.</title><content type='html'>I have one thing to say to everyone, that Mr Lye's Physics class is GRRRRRREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially about vernier callipers today. OMG. I could laugh till I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had an exam today. Okay, the exam's our monthly exam but they bring it forward to today. Wait a sec, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO A TEST WHEN WE ONLY STUDIED FOR A WEEK? Sigh...anyway, I flunked both. The peribahasa was like ' WHAT THE...?' and the English was confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 4 Kekwa is great fun too. By the way, I have found a replacement for Siow Jean's 'high'-ness in class, the girl who can drive me mad...the one, and only... ROBAAYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, I tell you ar people, this girl can make me nuts. First, she takes out her Add Maths book. Normal lar, you think? Then she starts singing and dancing. And that's when she goes crazy. Even Siow Jean agrees she's as 'high' as her. That makes them the two people who I know can go mad even when they're doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class rep is Janet and I really pity her. She has to photostat A LOT OF THINGS. Class lists, Moral paper, the list goes on and on. When Cik Mazzurah wanted to borrow our test pad, Janet was already unhappy cause our class uses PLENTY of papers for the exam. Poor Janet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*before exam scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z = Zenli&lt;br /&gt;C = Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;Y = Me&lt;br /&gt;J = Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Yi Lian, borrow me your peribahasa book!&lt;br /&gt;Y: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;J: What's the peribahasa for blablablabla....&lt;br /&gt;Y: I think it's blablablabla...&lt;br /&gt;C: Eh, where got? It's blablablabla...&lt;br /&gt;Y: Ya meh? Wait, I check first...Zenli, pass me back my book!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Orr.. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Y: There, you see lar. I'm correct lor.&lt;br /&gt;J: Wait, what's it again ar?&lt;br /&gt;Y: It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not important. Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*during exam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: (crumples paper loudly)&lt;br /&gt;Y: *turns behind then goes back to paper*&lt;br /&gt;Z: (crumples paper again)&lt;br /&gt;Y: *smiles to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*post-BM exam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: What happened to you lar? Crumpling the paper like what only...&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ya lar, I write again mah...&lt;br /&gt;C: Ya lor, can hear...so loud lar!&lt;br /&gt;J: Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Y: What's wrong, Janet?&lt;br /&gt;J: I'm scared we don't have enough test pad lar...&lt;br /&gt;Y: No more ady?&lt;br /&gt;J: No more lor.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Hmmm...Zenli, no more class fund ar?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Tarak.&lt;br /&gt;J: I even spent my own money on it.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Kesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* THE END*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a great song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Be For You, Be For Me from Love Hina Again by the voice actors and actresses of the anime itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="romaji" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;karakara kawaiteru mune no naka&lt;br /&gt;futo tachidomari ki ga tsuita kara&lt;br /&gt;daremo ga isoideru machi no naka&lt;br /&gt;sukoshi yukkuri aruite mita&lt;br /&gt;koe ni dasanai negai anata to nara kanaetai yo&lt;br /&gt;tokidoki nakitaku naru to me wo tojite kou omou no TRY&lt;br /&gt;dakedo anata ga iru ai wo motomete iru&lt;br /&gt;donna toki mo kokoro ha aru yo soba ni&lt;br /&gt;dakara watashi ga iru ai wo sagashite iru&lt;br /&gt;futari nara yasashii namida ni kawaru&lt;br /&gt;yume ha kitto kanau&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="romaji" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;doko ni itatte nani wo shitetatte&lt;br /&gt;anata no koto wo kangaete iru&lt;br /&gt;kyou no kono aoi sora kiritotte&lt;br /&gt;futari no kinenbi no iro ni shiyou&lt;br /&gt;koe ni naranai inori kono mama itsumade mo itai to&lt;br /&gt;fukaku ai suru hodo ni hito ha tsuyoku naru setsunaku naru WHY&lt;br /&gt;koko ni anata ga iru ai wo motomete iru&lt;br /&gt;towa ni tsuzuku futari dake no kiseki&lt;br /&gt;soshite watashi ga iru ai wo sagashite iru&lt;br /&gt;owaranai mirai wo issho ni futari&lt;br /&gt;kore kara arukidasu&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="romaji" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;zutto anata ga iru ai wo motomete iru&lt;br /&gt;watashi dake no dareka ha anata nan da&lt;br /&gt;soko ni watashi ga iru ai wo sagashite iru&lt;br /&gt;arifureta isshun ga kirameku no ha&lt;br /&gt;futari dakara koso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;With the translation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;I'm aching for something&lt;br /&gt;Because I just realised it&lt;br /&gt;In a town where everyone rushes about&lt;br /&gt;I tried walking a little slower&lt;br /&gt;The wish I can't tell, I want to make it with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I want to cry, I close my eyes and think TRY&lt;br /&gt;But you're here, and I wish for love&lt;br /&gt;At any time, I want your heart to be by my side&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm here, I'm looking for love&lt;br /&gt;If we're together, we'll change tears into kindness&lt;br /&gt;The dream will surely come true&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;Where you were, what you were doing&lt;br /&gt;I'm always thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the blue sky of today&lt;br /&gt;To make the colour of our commemoration&lt;br /&gt;My voice won't say the prayer even though I want to be there&lt;br /&gt;Even with broken hearts, people grow strong and oppressive WHY&lt;br /&gt;You're here, and I wish for love&lt;br /&gt;A miracle that will only go on for us&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here, looking for love&lt;br /&gt;From now on, together we start walking&lt;br /&gt;To the endless future&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;Forever, you'll be here wishing for love&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you&lt;br /&gt;I'm over there, looking for love&lt;br /&gt;For an instant a depressing moment shine&lt;br /&gt;Surely just for us.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 4 Kekwa so damn much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-425127004932223773?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/425127004932223773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=425127004932223773' title='0 Comments'/><link 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tough.</title><content type='html'>Okay, after ONE WEEK of orientation, we're in classes. I'm in Kekwa, YAY!!!! It's a Science class plus Prinsip Akaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm darn exhausted with our schedule. The EARLIEST time we can go back is on Monday, at 1.40....and we go back at 2.30 PM on Tuesday and Thursday, and 1.50 on Weds and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition practically EVERYDAY, and now SPORTS PRACTICE?! WARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm nearly mad. God, I'm tired. Goodnight, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7501868433479892046?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7501868433479892046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7501868433479892046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7501868433479892046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7501868433479892046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/aytes-form-4-is-tough.html' title='Aytes, Form 4 is tough.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-80345636628184867</id><published>2009-12-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:52:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang...KL was great.</title><content type='html'>Ok...I accomplished my mission....to get the Charlie Bone 8th book! Yay!!! Vishal was the first one to buy it so I decided to buy myself one to complete my collection too. But she bought it in Klang...I bought it in One Utama. That's the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I went to goodness-knows-how-many shopping complexes in KL. Let's see...on the first night we went to Sunway, then One Utama, Ikea, The Curve and then Giant. Oh yeah! Borders at The Curve was sooooooo cool! They even have browsing copies for the manga. I got to read like, at least 6 copies of FMA! I love that place...too bad I didn't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to buy Love Hina Again: OVA...I never watched the show itself. But I did read the first volume of the manga back in UK. Why not give it a try? Hoho...if anyone knows where to get it, please let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Cambodia trip is coming...I can't wait! My three cousins are coming as well...at least it'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-80345636628184867?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/80345636628184867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=80345636628184867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/80345636628184867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/80345636628184867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/dangkl-was-great.html' title='Dang...KL was great.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1118144470758858072</id><published>2009-11-22T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:30:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terengganu was cool!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it rained every day. But so what? I got to know some people. No E***, please. Ahem, only people who went will know what this is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know the three Form 3 girls from KL which are Shas, Shan and Kah Mun. Shas is funny. Shan is the sensible one and Kah Mun is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shas: What happened to Cutie?&lt;br /&gt;To Shan: Thanks for showing me all the funny stuff Shas does!&lt;br /&gt;To Kah Mun: Thank God you don't really seem interested in boys like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shastini Goh Kim Wah (Shas) look at people with her specs at the edge of her nose. Shan is the athlete. Kah Mun is ORGANIZED, seriously. She even sorts out her socks. They're at Room 127.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a complete contrast. I slept with Amirah J, Syarifah and Paveena. And our room was SO MESSY. I love Room 120. And our room was darn cold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perak team got knocked out of the quiz in the first round...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE WON THE TARIAN!!! GO PERAK!!! (we danced the zapin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was tiring...and it was for 10 hours. Kesian my KL buds, their bus broke down halfway going home and had to go with the Putrajaya team. An we didn't eat lunch when we went home. We only had lunch/dinner. We couldn't go to Pasar Payang thanks to the *** ******. I loved the beach as well. Had a good laugh with the KL people doing Indian dance and Orang Kita (aka Sewang) dance on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to elaborate much though. To me, it was great fun. I miss the KL people. BUT PERAK ALWAYS ROCKS TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Pera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1118144470758858072?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1118144470758858072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1118144470758858072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1118144470758858072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1118144470758858072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/terengganu-was-cool.html' title='Terengganu was cool!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8406651872257686474</id><published>2009-11-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:31:22.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies.</title><content type='html'>'MM over' has been abandoned due to laziness. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell you that I'm going to Terengganu on the 17th to 21st/22nd Nov for Kuiz Pelancongan. Hoho. And looks like I'm chosen for the speech competition in IIS on the next Sat. Haven't given my answer but I think I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that none of us are prepared for such things. It is impossible to say we're prepared. Otherwise, why are we so scared when we attend such things? (as a participant, of course) Pass me your opinions. Please click the 'Comment' button then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the Big Bad Wolf for The Little Blue Riding Hood today for those not involved with Explorace (my class won!) and anything else. Yes, BLUE. This was for the drama competition. The cast are as follows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab : The Little Blue Riding Hood ( now you know why)&lt;br /&gt;Clarie : The Little Blue Riding Hood's buddy (she informs the woodcutter)&lt;br /&gt;Yen Qi : The mother&lt;br /&gt;Il Lin : The woodcutter&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, Renuka, Ajeerah : Trees&lt;br /&gt;Areena : The grandma&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin : Narrator&lt;br /&gt;YL : The wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is nearly the same as the fairy tale itself. The only parts different are the parts when Sab asks me how big eyes I have...etc.etc. We added "How big your butt is, grandma!" I answered, " All the sexier for everyone to see!" The starting part also changes cause the basket is a book and the mother and daughter don't hug each other...do they? And we changed the answer for the eyes to "Haven't you heard of a sclera enlargement?' Nothing much changes until the last part where I roar " I'll be back! Muahahaha! Hm...I need a doctor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, really. And  I messed up my hair for it. It was REALLY messy. Ask any of the cast.  They know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I love the part chasing Sab in slow motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8406651872257686474?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8406651872257686474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8406651872257686474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8406651872257686474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8406651872257686474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/apologies.html' title='Apologies.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-192107753905203159</id><published>2009-10-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:43:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MM over.</title><content type='html'>Okay,I'm back. And NO, we did NOT make it. Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We move out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arrived at JPN at 11. Kalai was already there. The van apparently went to the school but came back to pick us up. And Adeline lost the way there. Called her and tried to direct her. Even MOTHER tried. LOL. Left at 11.30 approx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the van.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Got bored. Regretted not bringing the ipod. Sigh. Both of them were already sitting and listening to whatever devices they had. I sat on the right side of the 4WD. Reached the place about 2.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the training centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to the reception. Twin sharing bedrooms. That means I have to sleep with someone else...( NOT A GUY, I TELL YOU)...I wonder who? Her name is Yong Sue Wen and that's all I know about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the rooms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unpacked.  I THOUGHT THE HOSTEL WAS NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL. It looked more like a hotel-hostel (in the middle) to me. When's my roommate coming anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roomie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Wen came only about 5-something. She's from Pahang in the F4F5 category. She's quite tall with long hair. I found out she's born in Ipoh but raised in Pahang. She's also from a long line of engineers. She took out a SEJARAH book and sat on the bed reading it. She's so hardworking lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was the briefing and dinner with the drawing of numbers. KALAI WENT AND PULLED OUT THE NUMBER ONE. OH NO!!!! Then, I went back to my room. Sue Wen went down to her teammates room (both boys) and I went to my own teammates room which was next door. I held the key till the end of the three days since there was only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now. Part 2 and so on will appear soon. Watch out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-192107753905203159?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/192107753905203159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=192107753905203159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/192107753905203159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/192107753905203159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mm-over.html' title='MM over.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3058029093383666333</id><published>2009-10-20T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:31:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As usual...I panicked.</title><content type='html'>Yup, panicked. Story? Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home after a good walk at the park at 7 pm. Then...rested, of course. At nearly 7.05, Siow Jean called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Yi Lian, 7.30 right?'&lt;br /&gt;' What 7.30?'&lt;br /&gt;' Tuition lar.'&lt;br /&gt;' WHAT? ARE YOU JOKING? ARE YOU SERIOUS?'&lt;br /&gt;' Ya lar. '&lt;br /&gt;'OH MY GOD.'&lt;br /&gt;' Why?'&lt;br /&gt;' I'M NOT EVEN PREPARED.'&lt;br /&gt;' What were you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;' I just came back from Polo Ground weh.'&lt;br /&gt;' You eat adi?'&lt;br /&gt;' I haven't done anything yet.'&lt;br /&gt;'Go and bathe and get a snack.'&lt;br /&gt;' AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'M NOT PREPARED!'&lt;br /&gt;' Calm down.'&lt;br /&gt;' I can't!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's basically it. I panicked. Seriously. But I managed to eat rice lar. But my hair was still wet when  I reached the place.  HOW COULD I FORGET I HAD TUITION???!!! Goodness knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on Friday for MM. Going to miss all of you. Will be back on Sunday night but I'll be pretty exhausted by then so I'm not sure if I'm coming to school on Monday. Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3058029093383666333?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3058029093383666333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3058029093383666333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3058029093383666333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3058029093383666333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-usuali-panicked.html' title='As usual...I panicked.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5467591129635454762</id><published>2009-10-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:08:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationality? Malaysian.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm back from Genting. It was okay,but the arcades were THE BEST. More b-balling for me! (b-ball = basketball) But what surprised me was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, you're from London/Thailand?" (I couldn't catch this well)&lt;br /&gt;" Are you from China?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, I DO NOT COME FROM THOSE PLACES. I'm from Malaysia, hello????? Look at my birth cert, IC and passport and you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a MALAYSIAN and I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5467591129635454762?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5467591129635454762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5467591129635454762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5467591129635454762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5467591129635454762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/nationality-malaysian.html' title='Nationality? Malaysian.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1207786811725617822</id><published>2009-10-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:50:52.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points to ponder.</title><content type='html'>PMR is finally over, yay!!! And to add to that, I PASSED MY PIANO EXAM with 116. This means I 'graduated' already after 10 years of piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ransacked the CD/DVD rack and found a movie called Spicewatch. Seriously. It's the Spice Girls' movie. Must be my sister's anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a gig, this is my one of my favourite parts. Note that this movie shows the five Spice Girls'....Geri, Mel B, Mel C, Emma and Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky : It's always the same. I just don't know WHAT to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Mel C : It must be really hard for you, Victoria. Chances are, should I wear the little Gucci dress? Emma: I think you should wear, the little Gucci dress.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky : Good idea..thanks, Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part is funny. And I think I'm  going to Genting. Yay. Speaking about PMR...these are my ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM     : DIE LOR.&lt;br /&gt;BI       : Ok lar.&lt;br /&gt;M3     : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;SN      : DIE LOR PAPER 2.&lt;br /&gt;SEJ    : Uh....ok?&lt;br /&gt;Geo    : Slightly tough.&lt;br /&gt;PD      : Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it lar. Got a lot of things to do. Have to sort out all my books now. And people, the MM final are coming!!!! ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1207786811725617822?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1207786811725617822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1207786811725617822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1207786811725617822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1207786811725617822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to ponder.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5190260397879999211</id><published>2009-08-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:02:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to say!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I wasn't around for so long 'cause I was busy with trials and piano. I'm going to Taiping tomorrow as well. YAY! Siow Jean called me at 12.26 today to tell me all about her exams. Hey, mine was much worse! I cried straight away after the exams, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all pianists...watch this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cFkae0j_Ns"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cFkae0j_Ns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Scott Joplin's The Entertainer. You should also try listening to his Maple Leaf Rag. I can play both adi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B04--XmZiE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B04--XmZiE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Mighty Minds Final Challenge is coming! OMG.  Never even prepared weh. It's supposed to be on the 24th and 25th October. DIE LOR! Better prepare. Maybe I'll stay back after school in the library and check out the Internet every day after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List of all F123 Mighty Minds schools for Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlis = MRSM Berseri&lt;br /&gt;Kedah = SMK Putra&lt;br /&gt;Penang = Chung Ling High School&lt;br /&gt;Perak = SMK Convent, Ipoh ( THAT'S US! YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;Sabah = SMK Bahang&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu = SMK Seri Dungun&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak = SMK Matang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;Johor = Maktab Sultan Abu Bakar&lt;br /&gt;Negeri Sembilan = MRSM Serting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are not found on the Internet  though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is on the 7-9 and 11-12 October as everyone knows. Sigh, more and more stress for yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5190260397879999211?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5190260397879999211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5190260397879999211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5190260397879999211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5190260397879999211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-say.html' title='Something to say!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5342425004656893148</id><published>2009-06-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:54:25.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy la wei...</title><content type='html'>Today is my craziest day...seriously. I woke up this morning at about 7.  Still normal? Read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*telephone ringing*&lt;br /&gt;YL : I'll get it!&lt;br /&gt;MM: Hello? Yi Lian, do you know you have a class today at 8.30?&lt;br /&gt;YL : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;MM :You forgot.&lt;br /&gt;YL : (my mind was saying "OH SHOOT!") Er.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people. I forgot about my piano class. Then my mum started scolding me...urgh. That's still okay la. Even on the way to the bathroom, I tripped on the stairs and my SHOWER seemed to hate me. There was no water at all...and I hate to bathe with COLD WATER. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped over the stairs...and fell. AGAIN. Never mind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Another lame post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5342425004656893148?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5342425004656893148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5342425004656893148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5342425004656893148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5342425004656893148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-la-wei.html' title='Crazy la wei...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-7205596135646521058</id><published>2009-06-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:13:44.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin Lu...oh, Pin Lu!</title><content type='html'>Ish la, this girl. My friend from PGS here....I just don't know what to say lar. She is CRAZY! Let's start from the beginning, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright morning when I had to go for piano today. It went alright with the 3rds and 6ths apart UNTIL..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIN LU ARRIVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei, if you're reading this, remember! We must play Allegro con brio together again. So funny lar wei. We stopped at the same place and at the same time when we're not supposed to stop. And I loved your 21ST CENTURY music. So darn funny lar. All also jumbled up adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next class on Thursday. We're so going to laugh like hell, Pin Lu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7205596135646521058?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7205596135646521058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7205596135646521058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7205596135646521058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7205596135646521058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/pin-luoh-pin-lu.html' title='Pin Lu...oh, Pin Lu!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3661432770643195265</id><published>2009-05-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:18:51.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenant Wings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Final Fantasy game? Oh yeah. I love it so much on my DS, it's my drug. I like Kytes, although he walks rather slow. His Firaga and Thundaga are so cool! Ifrit and his Hellfire is amazing la dei. But I still find Vaan really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay, enough la. Went for dinner just now in Taiping. Had the usual....until the TOFU came out. But it tasted funny, though. So I asked my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Hey, this tastes funny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"It tastes....twangy...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Urm...it's alcohol,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"ALCOHOL?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok, people. I can't stand the smell of alcohol. It makes me weak. And it makes me puke. Literally. URGH. I feel like a disgrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3661432770643195265?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3661432770643195265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3661432770643195265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3661432770643195265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3661432770643195265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/revenant-wings.html' title='Revenant Wings....'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1247255194255222238</id><published>2009-04-26T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:38:09.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ONES.</title><content type='html'>Many happy things happened today. But most of them made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Railway Station AGAIN to take more photos. But somehow, this guy actually stared at me as I tried to leave. Maybe I caught his eye. Tee hee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then....my godbro/cousin came down from Taiping. He actually wore this shirt that said "Eat Me!". But he's not delicious at all, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Jusco to pick up some stuff. At the cashier's, I saw Kai Wen. I shouted to her and she waved at me. I waved back. So did Mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate a dumpling. Quite okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My photos from the Railway Station are actually pretty good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This guy on a bike, made a shade out of metal and wood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. Toodles, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1247255194255222238?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1247255194255222238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1247255194255222238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1247255194255222238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1247255194255222238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-ones.html' title='HAPPY ONES.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-7093338199638812760</id><published>2009-04-20T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:20:07.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My folio! Come back!</title><content type='html'>Okay, my folio practically flew all around the class and I had to look at it so that I won't lose sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because....Cik Siti Suhairin wrote a whole lot of things on my partially-done Sejarah folio and then teacher asked everyone to look at mine if they want explanations on how to correct thier mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yi Lian, borrow your folio. I want to see the Kaedah Kajian,"&lt;br /&gt;"Er...Yi Lian ah, can I see your Objektif?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yi Lian, how you do your Penghargaan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I had to say yes to all those questions. Halfway, it'll be flying to Zenli, Il-Lin and across the entire classroom. Poor Ker Chyi, she had to wait a long time before she could get her hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, they took some time to copy my typing. To solve these problems, look at the back of any thick Sejarah reference book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7093338199638812760?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7093338199638812760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7093338199638812760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7093338199638812760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7093338199638812760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-folio-come-back.html' title='My folio! Come back!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-877406387718726329</id><published>2009-04-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:24:05.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing's down and out...</title><content type='html'>I'm on the way to god-knows-where especially with people nagging me here and there, which is rather irritating. Sigh, everyone seems to hate me. Gotta get used to it or ELSE I NEVER WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the sense of hearing, I heard there's something big going on near my place soon. Goodness knows what that event is and I never actually involve myself in it anyhow. What for, I would say. Even in school events, I'm not really that participative unless it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prize-Giving Day.&lt;/span&gt; THAT I'll be waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here, I might as well talk about what has been going on lately in my life. Exams, exams and more exams...I even had one today! I'm not sure about its toughness level but I think it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ MY LAME CLUB COMMITTEE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Advisor : Mr Gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. President : Areena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary : No candidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer : No candidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJK : Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ IF THERE EVER WAS AN AWARD FOR THE LAMEST POST, I'D SUBMIT THIS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-877406387718726329?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/877406387718726329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=877406387718726329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/877406387718726329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/877406387718726329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/hearings-down-and-out.html' title='Hearing&apos;s down and out...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2012814339478877209</id><published>2009-03-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:51:04.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SHALL 'KILL' YOU.</title><content type='html'>Yes, 'murder'. THIS IS ONLY APPLICABLE TO THE IDIOT WHO CHANGED MY BLOGGER PASSWORD. Of course, idiot means **** *******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHALL 'DIE' THIS MONDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2012814339478877209?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2012814339478877209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2012814339478877209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2012814339478877209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2012814339478877209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shall-kill-you.html' title='I SHALL &apos;KILL&apos; YOU.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-603582322597904906</id><published>2009-03-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:07:56.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after a lapse!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this blogger is back after a long time.A LOOOOOOOOOONG LONG TIME, to be more exact. And somehow, I've changed this year, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Lee Yi Lian&lt;br /&gt;Age     : 15 in 4 months time&lt;br /&gt;School : SMC, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;Class   : 1 Orchid (2007), 2 Orchid (2008) and 3 Orchid (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Physical appearance: Tall, slightly darker than before&lt;br /&gt;Hair : VERY SHORT( My hair length is exactly at my ear).&lt;br /&gt;Muscular or flabby : Slightly muscular&lt;br /&gt;Favourite activity : Screaming "SAYANG!!!!!!!!" to Sab and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me often : Walking around and hugging Sab&lt;br /&gt;Gets scolded by : Siow Jean and Ker Chyi ( more often the latter)&lt;br /&gt;Common mistake : Mistakening body lotion for shampoo&lt;br /&gt;Dreams : To get all CB books, watch FMA movie and finish all projects&lt;br /&gt;Weirdness level : HIGH&lt;br /&gt;Lameness level : Half of Davinia's&lt;br /&gt;Favourite catch-phrase : WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, the Penang trip has been postponed to 2-4 October. That means I can't go, honestly. If I'm not mistaken, PMR is the day after that. So, I need my refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that I'm going for the competition (Mighty Brains) right before mid-year with Adeline and Kalai. I love you people! Speaking about you humans, why does everyone hate my hugs? Even Li Lee and Zenli runs and screams when I hold out my hands. Davinia, on the other hand, pushes me away. WHY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-603582322597904906?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/603582322597904906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=603582322597904906' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/603582322597904906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/603582322597904906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-after-lapse.html' title='Back after a lapse!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-9043776552600474654</id><published>2009-03-01T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:13:44.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to blog about this person.</title><content type='html'>I can't resist it. I need to blog about her NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song about my feelings...appear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble, when I try to hide it, it's clear my world crumbles when you are not near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't give up till the end of the road, still I can't let go, it's a natural, you belong to me, I belong to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's it. I care too much about you. Please, don't pressure me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-9043776552600474654?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9043776552600474654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=9043776552600474654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/9043776552600474654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/9043776552600474654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-blog-about-this-person.html' title='I need to blog about this person.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1610269861022320293</id><published>2009-02-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:38:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lame story.</title><content type='html'>So...today, I was searching for stuff to eat in the canteen. Walking around to all the stalls with my wallet in hand, I actually was looking at one 'person' only. The aroma...the smile...the laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........which brings me back to the 'person'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'person' of course is...FOOD. It tempter me SO MUCH, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, I gave in to the temptation and bought the MI GORENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that was crap. But what shocked me was the person came down to the canteen yesterday. I shall not blog about who it was. I mean, she is in the afternoon session, and she came at 9.30 IN THE MORNING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, TODAY. In the morning, as I was walking to the Prefects' Room, Davinia pretended to be a ghost and flew towards me in the dark, thus giving me a shock. And then, we followed Nad to the canteen, where she bought bread to eat and started telling us about the bread-selling fella. Then, to my exasperated-ness, Davinia actually bought the same bread as well and actually offered me some but I rejected it 'cause I already ate, unlike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame-est part was when we three were talking about our godsisters. Of course, this only applies to Nad and me. Davinia was quite lost la. While we two were talking, suddenly Davinia said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This part has been removed due to complaints)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she went to throw the plastic into the bin and she walked back to the Main Gallery. Then Nad and I thought she was going to come back but she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is just my cacat-est day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1610269861022320293?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1610269861022320293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1610269861022320293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1610269861022320293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1610269861022320293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-lame-story.html' title='My lame story.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5638875776468654486</id><published>2009-02-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:32:08.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSAYS?! You gotta be kidding me!</title><content type='html'>UGH...my classmates will know what I'm blogging about. 8 KARANGAN in this month? NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we are supposed to do 4 karangan a month. But this we didn't do the last month's ones so we have to cram them together with this moths. So, all together this makes 8 karangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home, I told my parents..."Whoever can finish them today must be CRAZY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without my knowledge, Siow Jean finished them within that day. So...she's crazy. She even admits this herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I finished them the following night (which was yesterday's night) and boy, was I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the upcoming Form 3's, be prepared for this. You will suffer like me and my other friends. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of juniors, THEY ARE SO CUTE! Especially a certain someone in Form 2 and one in Form 1. Wish to hug the Form1 but I'm too scared to. Even though I talked to her in Taekwando, I just asked her a simple question, "How was your day?" which is totally lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Form 2 one, I always lend her my books and recently she returned me one of my books which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl : The Opal Deception &lt;/span&gt;that I bought while I was in Bangkok. To all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl&lt;/span&gt; fans in Ipoh,  there is no use in trying to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Paradox&lt;/span&gt; in MPH because I already tried and same goes for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie Bone : The Shadow of Badlock&lt;/span&gt; (this is the Seventh book). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shadow of Badlock&lt;/span&gt; is only available in the box set and I won't buy that because I already have all the six other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, DOES THIS MEAN I CAN ONLY GET THEM IN KL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, you don't expect me to go all the way to KL just to buy these books. And for my birthday, I only want these books. NOTHING ELSE. I always wanted books for my birthday, especially the titles mentioned earlier, because there's nothing else I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5638875776468654486?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5638875776468654486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5638875776468654486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5638875776468654486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5638875776468654486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/essays-you-gotta-be-kidding-me.html' title='ESSAYS?! You gotta be kidding me!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6268855910450110177</id><published>2009-02-07T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:11:40.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwando - so gggGGGGGRRRRRRREEEEEAT!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today's taekwando training(my mom thought it was a meeting and NOT training) was so COOL! So many newbies and us still old fellas (but with a new belt of course) training and laughing plus shouting together made the whole hall(primary hall) so noisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-But that's what's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we did the usual training. To me, the most fun part is sparring. We usually pick a partner of the same height and belt to spar with. Usually, my partner is either Suet Fay or Souk Houi (sorry if the spelling's wrong) but this time Suet Fay came late and took a place behind me so....we became sparring partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screamed and shouted so much and at the wrong timing until I started laughing and told her to stop. Then we shouted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL : KYA! ( does a turning kick)&lt;br /&gt;SF : KYA! ( avoids mine and counters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....you get it on how we train. Of course, the other uniform bodies came to watch us after their own meetings. Of course, I feel like an idiot but that's TAEKWANDO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6268855910450110177?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6268855910450110177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6268855910450110177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6268855910450110177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6268855910450110177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/taekwando-so-ggggggggrrrrrrreeeeeat.html' title='Taekwando - so gggGGGGGRRRRRRREEEEEAT!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3525353476969995367</id><published>2009-01-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:03:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~CNY~ Part 2</title><content type='html'>Heh..more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRlwmboFTI/AAAAAAAAADg/p1jAQrT3SyI/s1600-h/_MG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRlwmboFTI/AAAAAAAAADg/p1jAQrT3SyI/s320/_MG_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297470947319092530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new cousin and his bro. Joshua and Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRmig7iB7I/AAAAAAAAADo/jGd8Q7KvYr0/s1600-h/_MG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRmig7iB7I/AAAAAAAAADo/jGd8Q7KvYr0/s320/_MG_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471804835760050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRnXu3xkmI/AAAAAAAAADw/fNLJX_ynlkA/s1600-h/_MG_5205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRnXu3xkmI/AAAAAAAAADw/fNLJX_ynlkA/s320/_MG_5205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472719111164514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And funnier was this one. Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRn_R8VmLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7FeW6RvoRQg/s1600-h/_MG_5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRn_R8VmLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7FeW6RvoRQg/s320/_MG_5207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473398540441778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all...my sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3525353476969995367?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3525353476969995367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3525353476969995367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3525353476969995367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3525353476969995367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-part-2.html' title='~CNY~ Part 2'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYRlwmboFTI/AAAAAAAAADg/p1jAQrT3SyI/s72-c/_MG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-7252440330056494941</id><published>2009-01-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:03:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~CNY~</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it's as though the economic condition destroyed the spirit of CNY. Still, my uncles took these 'very happy' pics of the family on the 1st day. Sigh...I hate photos. I always look weird and ugly in them. I run away from the camera and always despise photos of me. Back to the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYLrUTvydeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/itgjxNyo7GQ/s1600-h/_MG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYLrUTvydeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/itgjxNyo7GQ/s320/_MG_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297054845871748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I. I'm in the middle, sms-ing(you can barely make out the phone) while the other two are EATING. Three monkeys...all in the pic. Taken in paternal grandma's house. We were watching a movie at that time.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYLsEGDTPJI/AAAAAAAAADY/M9Ip69_aHME/s1600-h/_MG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYLsEGDTPJI/AAAAAAAAADY/M9Ip69_aHME/s320/_MG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297055666829212818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...eating. Honestly, I will get fat this way. To all cousins : The jam tarts were so addictive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7252440330056494941?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7252440330056494941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7252440330056494941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7252440330056494941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7252440330056494941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='~CNY~'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SYLrUTvydeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/itgjxNyo7GQ/s72-c/_MG_0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-106190254315471769</id><published>2009-01-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:58:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pics that make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx76W421iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q_L8YJ5SCeA/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx76W421iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q_L8YJ5SCeA/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295243504387544610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and me... in what supposed to be 'skirts'. But they're really cheap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx8ZUa8fUI/AAAAAAAAADA/QMn_D8sbCis/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx8ZUa8fUI/AAAAAAAAADA/QMn_D8sbCis/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295244036301159746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts, mom, dad and aunt's friend in the boat to the Floating Market. Bought two shirts there. (dirt cheap again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx9EZ-scGI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ujdkcHebek/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx9EZ-scGI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ujdkcHebek/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295244776527655010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGYPT???????? Hehe, no la, was in Hong Kong where the 7 wonders of the world were 2/3 of their original size (or was it 1/3?) and sorry, I looked not happy because the stench from the camels was VERY IRRITATING! (no joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no more photos to smile at anymore. Currently waiting for Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-106190254315471769?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/106190254315471769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=106190254315471769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/106190254315471769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/106190254315471769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-pics-that-make-me-smile.html' title='My pics that make me smile.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SXx76W421iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q_L8YJ5SCeA/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1552933720565887908</id><published>2009-01-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:03:49.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't belong in this family somehow.</title><content type='html'>There was a dinner at my grandma's place once and my family had to go there to eat. Among the food served was yam and bitter gourd (got some more but these two are the important ones here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yi Lian, take the yam la,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, I don't really like it,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bittergourd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks either,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo, usually the Lee family loves yam and bitter gourd. You shouldn't be in this family la then,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, being a Lee does have its advantages. And more and more people are saying that I start to sound more and more like my sister. YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1552933720565887908?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1552933720565887908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1552933720565887908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1552933720565887908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1552933720565887908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-belong-in-this-family-somehow.html' title='I don&apos;t belong in this family somehow.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2225448180649057324</id><published>2009-01-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:03:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakewalk=Nearly success!</title><content type='html'>I'm NOT singing something weird like Puff The Magic Dragon again. This time, it's Fernando by ABBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you hear the drums Fernando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can still remember another starry night like this&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my voice will be so horrible. Please, ladies and gentlemen, get earplugs and watch out if the glass breaks into a million pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2225448180649057324?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2225448180649057324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2225448180649057324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2225448180649057324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2225448180649057324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/cakewalknearly-success.html' title='Cakewalk=Nearly success!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-871754201812953560</id><published>2009-01-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:27:10.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Windup OSTs are so nice!</title><content type='html'>Big Windup has two openings and one ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First OP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doramachikku (Dramatic) by Base Ball Bear&lt;br /&gt;Link to video:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6Klr8d-A7I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6Klr8d-A7I&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second OP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seishun Line by Ikimonogakari&lt;br /&gt;Link to video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRobs5jrWF0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRobs5jrWF0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*However, I prefer the second one compared to the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ending, the only one worth listening to is Arigatou by Sun Set Swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to video:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDgZsx6TtNs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDgZsx6TtNs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three are really nice if you have the same music taste like me. Do comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-871754201812953560?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/871754201812953560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=871754201812953560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/871754201812953560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/871754201812953560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-windup-osts-are-so-nice.html' title='Big Windup OSTs are so nice!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2584805056805085907</id><published>2009-01-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:11:50.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally someone shares my same interest!</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable, right? A person could actually agree with a person who is weird. The interest in this case is of course my craziness for Charlie Bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person who agrees with me is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Form One who recently borrowed my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have someone agree with you for once though. I can't wait for this Saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a test on that day as well?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2584805056805085907?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2584805056805085907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2584805056805085907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2584805056805085907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2584805056805085907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-someone-shares-my-same-interest.html' title='Finally someone shares my same interest!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8317772947055010593</id><published>2009-01-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:05:11.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly ONE more week!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yes, one more week. One more week to what, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I have to look out for my sis next Saturday! I've been waiting for her like, forever. I can wait until ONE MORE week is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :To all my family, please welcome my sister with a red carpet (haha). And she's not bringing "the guy" back with her this time. See you all during CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8317772947055010593?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8317772947055010593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8317772947055010593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8317772947055010593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8317772947055010593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/exactly-one-more-week.html' title='Exactly ONE more week!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5784252347533501441</id><published>2008-12-31T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:35:12.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Seroja.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. The old class right at the end near the smelly toilet. Many of us have moved to other schools or countries. Let's see, huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezzaty = Asrama&lt;br /&gt;Amirah = Asrama&lt;br /&gt;Shafnaa = Dubai&lt;br /&gt;Khirtigah = Gunung Rapat&lt;br /&gt;Tharshini = Gunung Rapat&lt;br /&gt;Manos = SMK Jitra, Kedah&lt;br /&gt;Dahniar = some other school&lt;br /&gt;Maisarah = Asrama&lt;br /&gt;Sharon = MGS&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten = MGS&lt;br /&gt;Hazirah = Asrama&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi = India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's a lot of people. 11, to be exact. I miss Puan Khor and her 'sarang' to test us sifir. And Puan Haridip asking me if I saw my boyfriend outside the class when I daydream, Puan Azura and her Science lessons and Puan Harimau. And playing the piano for weekly assemblies while watching the prefects pull up the flags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple and serene in form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Built to brave the fiercest storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stately stands our little school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright and brilliant is her rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rung by rung though be the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll reach the summit sure in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bound to truimph, bound to rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glorious stands the Marian school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above : Marian Primary School Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the Bahasa Malaysia one though but I can still play the song. I really miss 6 Seroja, the toilet class. Also called 6 S, the 40 girls who have 6 buttocks. I miss you guys, wherever you are. Marian still beckons for us.Viva la Marian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5784252347533501441?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5784252347533501441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5784252347533501441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5784252347533501441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5784252347533501441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-seroja.html' title='6 Seroja.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-930696849253948094</id><published>2008-12-31T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:17:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on the last day of 2008.</title><content type='html'>The last day of 2008. Isn't that today? Oh yes, it IS today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning....I got up at 8. Normal la.  Then, when mother came back, I followed her to school to pick up my last book ( Science Practical) and moved on to Parade to return the Hardy Boys books I borrowed to read during the hols. Then, I bought two more books there. Yay....more books for me! Then, bought lunch. Then...slept. And photocopied some stuff for my folio. And binded it. All my homework is done then. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Windup!&lt;/span&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's episode:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nishiura managed to get back on par with Tosei's score, Tosei got another run thanks to Abe-kun's unability to take care of home base. Then...Mihashi was once again so PATHETIC he nearly gave another point to Tosei. Anyway, Abe-kun is going to bat next episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Windup!&lt;/span&gt; is actually an anime revolving around Ren Mihashi who was rumoured to be Mihoshi High School's star baseball pitcher just because it was his grandpa's school. Mihashi can be truly pathetic (especially with his diamond-shaped mouth) but later Mihashi shifted to Nishiura because of the rumour. He later joined a baseball teamin Nishiura full of first-years like himself like Mizutani and Hanai (the bald guy), who later became the team captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this anime, there are only two rather handsome guys. To me, they are Abe Takaya and Tajima. Abe is the strong and silent catcher while Tajima is cheeky, fun and smart. Tajima is also the BEST batter in the team. If any of you think they aren't really cute, then you might want to see the other teams' pitchers like Kano from Mihoshi and Junta from Tosei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs for this anime are pretty cool especially the current ones, both opening and ending. The ending one is slow while the opening one has a harmonica used. This anime will only appeal to those who love baseball. There's not much comedy unless you consider Tajima's cheekiness and Mihashi's pathetic face and mouth funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this anime is only about baseball. If you truly enjoy the sport, why not try this anime for size?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-930696849253948094?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/930696849253948094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=930696849253948094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/930696849253948094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/930696849253948094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-did-on-last-day-of-2008.html' title='What I did on the last day of 2008.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6468342265425917213</id><published>2008-12-29T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:47:18.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the mummy-daughter system.</title><content type='html'>No, it's not some kind of adoption scheme. For the prefects except the Form 1's, you would know what I'm typing about next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy-Daughter system= Mentor-men tee system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't adopt the system this year. So I missed out on having a 'mother' and 'sister's to go with. The system last year was cool though. My friends and seniors all had 'mummy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azian  = Amni&lt;br /&gt;Davinia= Carmen Wong (the second girl who got all straight A 1's...ahem, Davinia, ahem)&lt;br /&gt;Nad  = Su Yenn/Su Yen&lt;br /&gt;Kah Ying = Renuhaa (top scorer...AHEM, KAH YING, AHEM)&lt;br /&gt;Kuna = Salina&lt;br /&gt;Shindu = Vino&lt;br /&gt;Sab = Geetha ( Pn. Parimala's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;Clarie = Irene ( both of them are cute-looking)&lt;br /&gt;Avi = Wei Shan&lt;br /&gt;Kai Yen = Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Me = Jiang May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count us...there are only 11! Manos and Lakkshana don't know their mentors so they're not listed. I still remember, I thought Syarifah was my mom but then...it was only Jiang May asking her to ask about me during camp!!! Then, on my birthday, upon entering the Prefect's Room, Avi screamed at me while holding a plastic bag of chocolates. There was a note too, saying that my mentor ( I didn't know who she was then) will confess to me on August 11, 11 days after my birthday. I couldn't sleep the night before and on that day, Kah Ying did the worst thing ever!!! (No worries, Kah Ying, I won't post about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the system will come back. I truly miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6468342265425917213?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6468342265425917213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6468342265425917213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6468342265425917213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6468342265425917213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-mummy-daughter-system.html' title='I miss the mummy-daughter system.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1025408652802694949</id><published>2008-12-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:41:22.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello ,2009!!!</title><content type='html'>Ayte, 2009 in a couple more days. I don't want to face PMR...but I have to, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Christmas present!!! It's a SONY S35-CP. Okay, it's a radio. A cool one too. Sadly, it can't fit onto my table. Maybe I should put it in the toilet. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1025408652802694949?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1025408652802694949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1025408652802694949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1025408652802694949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1025408652802694949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-2009.html' title='Hello ,2009!!!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-7774551399859594824</id><published>2008-12-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:35:09.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I confess. I'm weird.</title><content type='html'>No, seriously, I'm weird. In many ways you all never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to run. And RUN. AND RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sports anime and documentaries. Trust me on this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer to mix with people who laugh a lot. Like...the 'snuggly wuggly, cuddly little form 1'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer spending time in my room reading than watching TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slap myself during exams (Mel, you know very well!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also twist my neck round and round during exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sneeze very loud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes laugh to myself like some crazy woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photographs? I run away from the camera!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My allergies are a whole pile. Don't make me count them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See what I mean? I am WEIRD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-7774551399859594824?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7774551399859594824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=7774551399859594824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7774551399859594824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/7774551399859594824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-i-confess-im-weird.html' title='Okay, I confess. I&apos;m weird.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2085238692262013744</id><published>2008-12-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:38:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, people....send in your votes NOW!</title><content type='html'>If you people noticed properly, I actually have a poll on the left side of the blog. It has been gaining popularity since my cousin helped me to spread its presence (Thanks, cousin!). It's doing very well for its first try really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, I just watched Naruto The Movie 4, again. I kept on rewinding just to see my beloved Hyuuga Neji!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros and Cons about The Movie 4&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Neji looks so CUUUUUUUTE!!!!!, all characters have Shippuden outfits, nice storyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Same jutsu over and over and over and over (oh stop it!) and over, Shion is irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop typing and watch The Movie 4 again!!!!! I love Hyuuga Neji!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2085238692262013744?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2085238692262013744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2085238692262013744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2085238692262013744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2085238692262013744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-peoplesend-in-your-votes-now.html' title='Okay, people....send in your votes NOW!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6300591790513774179</id><published>2008-12-13T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:46:49.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just CAN'T get enough of Charlie Bone!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just got back from KL and Negeri Sembilan. In both states, I actually went to MPH(I despise shopping and I had nowhere else to go) and saw that the 7TH Charlie Bone book has arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My list of CB books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midnight for Charlie Bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie Bone and The Time Twister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie Bone and The Blue Boa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie Bone and The Castle of Mirrors ( This one was the best!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I like the series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really enjoy magical stories like this. And who wouldn't with all those endowed children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favourite character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olivia Vertigo (the illusionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My most-hated character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joshua Tilpin ( the magnetism fella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weirdest fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tancred Torsson a.k.a Storm Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most admired character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lysander Sage (the African)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most evil person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manfred Bloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicest persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emma Tolly, Uncle Paton&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I managed to free-read the fifth book,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Charlie Bone and The Red King though....&lt;/span&gt;but still,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really want the 5th, 6th and 7th book for myself. But how on earth can I get enough money to buy them when one is like, RM 29.90? I'll be really broke then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ARGH!I NEED CASH TO GET ALL OF CHARLIE BONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6300591790513774179?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6300591790513774179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6300591790513774179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6300591790513774179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6300591790513774179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-cant-get-enough-of-charlie-bone.html' title='I just CAN&apos;T get enough of Charlie Bone!!!!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8000384631059045567</id><published>2008-12-07T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:00:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to a group of people who made me very happy this year!</title><content type='html'>Of course, this is to the Form 1 angklung batch who really made my year. Just seeing them trying to play the angklung makes me laugh like mad. Not forgetting all the times when 1 of them likes to hit me with the glock's 'pemukul'. And the times when these people had to carry the stand, keyboard and the glock stand when I was late for practice. Together with our supporters a.k.a. watchers and listeners.&lt;br /&gt;   Our leaders deserve credit here too. To Adeline Tan, who is really good at improvising music and to Su Lyn who puts leaves in my hair. Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;   Then to Pn. Florina who gave us the final thumbs-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all the Music Girls!!! Hurrah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my music!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8000384631059045567?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8000384631059045567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8000384631059045567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8000384631059045567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8000384631059045567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/kudos-to-group-of-people-who-made-me.html' title='Kudos to a group of people who made me very happy this year!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8649227639442209420</id><published>2008-12-02T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:01:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so Tan Tan is cross-stitiching...</title><content type='html'>Currently chatting with Tan Tan and she told me she's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CROSS-STITCHING!!! &lt;/span&gt;This is something I never did ever since last year. Hey, but I can cook also what!!! But still, honestly la Tan Tan, cross-stitching?!?! I'll laugh until the end of the hols like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8649227639442209420?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8649227639442209420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8649227639442209420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8649227639442209420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8649227639442209420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-tan-tan-is-cross-stitiching.html' title='Okay, so Tan Tan is cross-stitiching...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5200260978143129739</id><published>2008-11-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:26:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to dislike braces already...</title><content type='html'>" Okay, I'm going to take the mould today and then we can do your upper brace. But it's going to cost you RM2500."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What? So fast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but you only need to pay RM 100 today,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, came the tragic story of a teenage girl (me) who had to suffer with only upper braces. Why I don't like them:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to eat with my mouth &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt;-ed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to brush my teeth EVERY time after I eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It hurts like mad!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my teeth hits the spoon when I'm trying to drink soup, I hold back the tears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm extremely ugly with only the upper brace!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How weird would I look with both braces?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends and juniors will laugh when they see me with my extremely nerdy look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please la, people! Don't laugh at me, I'm going to die of embarassment! To those who know this already, don't try and take a picture of me. And for those who don't, I suggest you prepare a pillow for fainting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5200260978143129739?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5200260978143129739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5200260978143129739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5200260978143129739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5200260978143129739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-starting-to-dislike-braces-already.html' title='I&apos;m starting to dislike braces already...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-5356689858862120432</id><published>2008-11-25T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:56:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGKOK?!!!</title><content type='html'>If I got a chance to go back to Bangkok, the answer would be... NO. Who would want to go back to that place full of shopping??!!! Okay, I'm different from other girls but I detest shopping unless it's for my needs, electrical items or CDs (but I never buy anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.1 : Too much shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts shopped EVERYWHERE!!! Even on the streets. Luckily, my dad is not a fan of shopping so I followed him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.2 : Too many buffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffets every day. Who wouldn't get bored? And there are no typical Thai food, just Western. Not my type, I like spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.3 : Cut-throat prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that a shirt there costs about RM 20 when in another shop, you can get it about RM 9.90. Large difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.4 : Not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I? Not with my cousin who takes a LONG time to dry her hair so she watches TV instead. She even pretends to understand Thai and makes me laugh like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.5 : My Ipod charger can't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod ran out of juice faster than usual. And what's more, my charger can't fit in ANY of the plugs inthe hotel!!! Not that there were many plugs, there was only one empty plug in the bathroom for the shower. Luck was on my side because my uncle brought his universal plugs along with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Woe No.6 : My poor bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My bag's handle got snapped clean off. By some fella at the LCCT. My bag is now being repaired and I'll never go to  the LCCT again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it so far? If anyone wants me to go back, I'll run away anywhere but THERE!!! Trust me, especially not with all the riots going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-5356689858862120432?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5356689858862120432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=5356689858862120432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5356689858862120432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/5356689858862120432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/bangkok.html' title='BANGKOK?!!!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3310550122099345350</id><published>2008-11-13T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:03:17.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am STILL reigning SUDOKU CHAMPION!!!</title><content type='html'>Won the Sudoku competition today and I feel great!!! Honestly, I never thought I would win anything since my closest rival finished the same amount as me. Speaking about winning, let me list down all the competitions I have joined plus the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudoku= 1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Tug-Of War=1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Sukaneka=1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway=1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Debate=1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Looks like everything I've joined gives me(or my team) first place. *perasan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3310550122099345350?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3310550122099345350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3310550122099345350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3310550122099345350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3310550122099345350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-still-reigning-sudoku-champion.html' title='I am STILL reigning SUDOKU CHAMPION!!!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6990234420631223093</id><published>2008-11-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:51:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Party? Not as great as last year.</title><content type='html'>Today's class party day. But my mind was not thinking about it...it was more on the DEBATE!!! Although I was practically the most dramatic one there, we still won. And Melenie got Best Speaker. And we're up against 2 Cempaka for the finals. I heard the morning session teachers are coming down to look for  next year's school speakers. I have no idea whether this is good or bad but you can be sure I'll be out there stammering like an idiot just like today.&lt;br /&gt;    And Project Science Runaway and Tug-Of War is on Monday. Sudoku's on Thursday. Oh well, looks like I just have to face it and move on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6990234420631223093?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6990234420631223093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6990234420631223093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6990234420631223093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6990234420631223093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/class-party-not-as-great-as-last-year.html' title='Class Party? Not as great as last year.'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8019788511149291037</id><published>2008-11-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:41:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends. How could anyone live without them?</title><content type='html'>The title for today is friends. Yup, people who have made my life happy...and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davinia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The lame person who gave me the idea of blogging this and practically is the president of The Lame Club( I know she will roll her eyes and say "look who's talking" if she saw this). This girl is also a nice person and is addicted to Twilight, trust me, she draws about this in class. Still remember her extremely funny 'perasan' poem in her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan Tan(Siow Jean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The former librarian in maroon and pink whom I used to bully. This fella can get 'drunk' suddenly for no reason. She's rather scary then. Won't forget the time she threw my pencil case(luckily it was zipped) into the air which nearly hit Charmaine's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another former librarian. A good friend and a Sudoku player with a weird Sudoku book. Very pleasant and sweet looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melenie Hew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another former librarian(there are actually 2 in 6 Seroja) and loves to argue with me on every aspect, and I mean EVERY aspect not forgetting our last argument about barbarians. One of my debate partners although we are only good at debating at each other than doing it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeline Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Mount Kinabalu girl (her pimples) and a real brain. Very cute-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ker Chyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The one who laughs a lot and her laugh is contagious. Loves vandalizing my stationery (especially my eraser) and beating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hema D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Sivik Folio leader and she really loves to tease me and 'someone' (especially the time when I was admiring the flower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or Kalai yang Mahal (her real name is Kalaimahal). Another brain in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Loves to scream at high pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yee Laine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My class rep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robaayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The one who loves to irritate me during choral speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zatil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just love pushing her head during choral speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Refer to Robaayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The tall fella who feels ticklish easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done with those my age and worth typing about. For those whom I've forgotten, I'm really sorry yeah. Besides that, I'm tired and I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8019788511149291037?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8019788511149291037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8019788511149291037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8019788511149291037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8019788511149291037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-how-could-anyone-live-without.html' title='Friends. How could anyone live without them?'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8040635566605505022</id><published>2008-10-28T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:06:09.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is breaking...</title><content type='html'>Today, I feel like crying mainly because of 'someone'. Therefore, with a heavy heart, I would like to dedicate this part of Tony Rich's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody Knows&lt;/span&gt; to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nights are lonely&lt;br /&gt;The days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just kept thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I'm sad and down. But I think I can get through this somehow. This part of the song is from Atomic Kitten's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tide Is High&lt;/span&gt;. This is also for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I get the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Every time I got you near me&lt;br /&gt;I know the way that I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm gonna take my chance now&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it happen somehow&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I can take the pressure&lt;br /&gt;I only want paying for a lifetime favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I'm still sad. I like her a lot but she just destroyed me in 3 seconds. Well, that's it then for today. I still have a bad mood from yesterday. I can't stop the guilty feeling and I just feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8040635566605505022?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8040635566605505022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8040635566605505022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8040635566605505022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8040635566605505022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-is-breaking.html' title='My heart is breaking...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2512744609441779667</id><published>2008-10-27T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:21:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just forgot something...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add something just now. A very Happy Deepavali to all Indians and those who are celebrating it this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2512744609441779667?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2512744609441779667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2512744609441779667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2512744609441779667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2512744609441779667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-forgot-something.html' title='Just forgot something...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4212364086526093051</id><published>2008-10-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:04:00.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson was quite a drag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm finally back, people! I got really bored on the trip. Let me give you the real line-up from Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The first day. Got up before 7 to get prepared. I was so sleepy from going online the previous night that I banged head-first into the bathroom door(it was quite painful) and I practically took my time to bath until Mother started screaming at me. Then I forgot to tell Mother that all the family members were coming down to Ipoh to have breakfast. By then Mother had already warmed up some food. Once again, I was scolded at. After having breakfast at some shop, my cousin asked me to show and accompany him to get some chewing gum. I also 'loaned' money from him by asking him to get me a pack of gum as well. That was a really bad idea, actually, because I had a really bad pain in my tummy after that. On the way to Port Dickson, I actually had to stop at Cheras to fetch my cousin who is currently studying in UCSI. He is not living in the college of course, but in the condo next to it. After getting my cousin into the car, we went ROUND AND ROUND searching for the exit to Seremban. Honestly, I cannot live in KL because of the road signs. When we finally got to the OCBC Staff bungalow in P.D, I had a lot of fun with my cousins. Dinner was not really great but it was edible at least. Since there were only 4 rooms and 30 people, I had to sleep on the floor. Yes, the floor with a straw mat and two Japanese baby pillows( Mother slept on the floor downstairs). However, my cousin who was sleeping in the same room forced me to sleep on the bed and when I refused, she even tried to lift me onto it! So there I was, sleeping on the bed, waiting for the next day to arrive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Got up early to the sound of the sea. The day was practically fine with a day of playing cards with my cousins although I laughed too much. On this day, I also noticed something-Port Dickson is full of flies and mosquitoes! I got irritated with the buzzing in my ear and killed quite a few of the irritators(I'm sorry!). But the dinner made up for it! Seafood with a spectacular view of the sea before your eyes-just irresistible! I slept early because of exhaustion and was told to be snoring as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had a great sleep, honestly. The day was quite fine until the flies started bothering me again. Left with great happiness because I couldn't wait to get back to Ipoh and back to school(I miss everyone I know). You can guess that straight away after reaching home, I am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now that you know what happened, let me give you an overall review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Accommodation :  Fine&lt;br /&gt;    Food                     :  Pretty good actually&lt;br /&gt;    Entertainment   :  Bad&lt;br /&gt;    Nature                      :  Very polluted(the seas are full of human sewage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Overall rating       : 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now there's only two things to be looking forward to-after-exam school activities and my Bangkok trip on 15 November. I hate holidays every time they come around but what can I say? They just seem to come around from behind you and the next thing you know, there's another holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4212364086526093051?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4212364086526093051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4212364086526093051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4212364086526093051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4212364086526093051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/port-dickson-was-quite-drag.html' title='Port Dickson was quite a drag...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4859168337632082365</id><published>2008-10-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:27:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over and a holiday, here I come!</title><content type='html'>Yes, exams are finally over! Actually, I was dancing ever since 3 in the afternoon(okay,I exaggerated there) and the rest of the day was spent by laughing as well as talking with a junior while helping a teacher. Okay, so I am very close to my juniors. I still remember Ms Ng saying that although she's a Form 1 and I'm a Form 2, we are still very close somehow. She also labeled us as 'big sister' and 'little sister' with me being the former, of course. We did our work until 6.15 before going back to where we were supposed to go. Honestly, that junior makes me laugh. I won't forget the time she was typing (with her slow speed of course) and I asked her to take her time so that I could finish my Sudoku. I actually managed to finish 2 of them while she was typing the Commonwealth Essay rules and topics. The topics were not easy and I have no idea how I am going to write it. Since the last time our school won something out of it was in 2005, I don't think I have any chance of winning at all. For everyone's info, the prizes are in pounds and not in Malaysian ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be leaving at 8 in the morning with my mom's side of the family accompanied by my trusty Ipod and Sudoku book plus a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know where I'm going? I'm actually going to Port Dickson until Monday. Let's make a check on the stuff in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes? Yes, otherwise I'll be spending the entire holiday naked.&lt;br /&gt;Ipod? Of course, never go for a holiday without it.&lt;br /&gt;Sense of direction? Not needing it since I'm not driving.&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush? Yes, or the entire car will reek of my morning breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's that Tourism Carnival coming up. I'll be once again busy with.......angklung. Yes, with the Form 1's again. Hey, they're not a bad batch but they sure are funny. Sad thing is,I have tuition on the same day so I have to leave as soon as my performance is over. The thing I really want to know is, do I have to go there with all that make-up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4859168337632082365?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4859168337632082365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4859168337632082365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4859168337632082365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4859168337632082365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over-and-holiday-here-i-come.html' title='Exams are over and a holiday, here I come!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-135502651321608842</id><published>2008-09-11T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:43:27.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing this in school..hoping not to get caught..</title><content type='html'>Now is English class and we're in the computer room...no kidding! I have nothing else to do but blog, blog and blog. Hey, I'm not like others who go to Friendster or something but if I am not mistaken, Blogger is something like it, right?&lt;br /&gt;  Let's talk about something. How about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, boredom. Ia m bored and I have nothing else to say (or type). Gonna stop here because the crapping 'semangat' only lasts for a while. *a tap on the shoulder by the teacher and I turn around*( in other words, I got caught)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-135502651321608842?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/135502651321608842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=135502651321608842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/135502651321608842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/135502651321608842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/typing-this-in-schoolhoping-not-to-get.html' title='Typing this in school..hoping not to get caught..'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-3809430486297066949</id><published>2008-09-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:24:34.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again...</title><content type='html'>Today my class got results for August monthly test...NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCENE IN CLASS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing        : People, wait for your turn!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me         :  What did I get, Jing?&lt;br /&gt;Jing        : Hai yah, you sure get number 1...*looks at paper*...you see, I say correct lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it wei. People think I'm that smart. It annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, I wonder how my former class(1 Orchid) people are doing? Got rumours that for the first time this year, someone from the Main Convent(you know who I'm talking about) is going to get 1st place. Gosh, Marians, buck up there! Haha. I'm not that school-ist(something like racist) but still, Marians will always have a mark there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-3809430486297066949?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3809430486297066949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=3809430486297066949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3809430486297066949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/3809430486297066949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-again.html' title='Not again...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6696572384003761383</id><published>2008-09-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:59:17.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen...</title><content type='html'>C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, clink. That's the sound of the last piece of my heart dropping to the depth of my body. Haha. Being too emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my topic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so emo? I hate it. Why must they be so sensitive? Be more open-minded like me(haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have a joke. This is between a Malaysian taxi driver(MTD) and a English tourist. English translations are in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist        : Take me to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTD            : Apa? Encik ada taun? (What? You have cholera?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist        : Faster! Faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTD             : Apa? Encik ada taun patut pakai plaster. (What? You wear a plaster when you have                       cholera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist        : What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTD            : Hah, tahu pun. Ada cholera perlu masuk wad.(You know it too. When you have                               cholera, you have to go to a ward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist        : ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a joke I got a few days ago from a classmate although I can't seem to remember who. Hmph...I think it was Clarie...better go and buy a new memory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6696572384003761383?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6696572384003761383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6696572384003761383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6696572384003761383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6696572384003761383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/listen.html' title='Listen...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4883313426688209403</id><published>2008-08-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:00:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this if you don't know me well...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Some have told me that they don't really know me well. To help them, here's something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name                : Lee Yi Lian&lt;br /&gt;Nickname                : Yi Lian, Doggy(slightly despised), Issy, Hige(favourite)&lt;br /&gt;Birthday                   : 31st July 1994&lt;br /&gt;Loves                        : my family, Vege-chocs(cause I'm allergic to milk), my mum' s cooking,                                              music(especially classical ones), my Playstation, my Ipod, dancing in my                                         room&lt;br /&gt;Hates about&lt;br /&gt;self                                   : Blushing too much easily, being EXTREMELY ticklish, being very shy                                               around people that I'm quite fond of&lt;br /&gt;Hates(general)           : EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Favourite books        : (Check my profile for this)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite songs         : Classical music and the rest is in my profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all know all know a little better about me from here... gotta go now people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                       Hige&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4883313426688209403?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4883313426688209403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4883313426688209403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4883313426688209403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4883313426688209403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-this-if-you-dont-know-me-well.html' title='Read this if you don&apos;t know me well...'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-4484385303288336171</id><published>2008-08-18T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:42:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           I said that about 2 and a half hours ago at 12.00 p.m. My theory exam is finished with! It was so freaking cold in the hall(lucky i wore long sleeves) and the workers at Tarcisian were so noisy! I hate it cause I couldn't concentrate. Imagine thinking this..."What is cadential thing already ah?" and a second before you got it, this voice laughs EXTREMELY LOUD into your ears. Annoying? Yes, a lot. By the way, I failed my Singaporean exam yesterday by only 2 marks and the passing mark was 80. Oh well, looks like I have to try again next time.&lt;br /&gt;                           Farewell party for Form 5's on Saturday was similar to last year's so I wasn't surprised, really. But the party also meant a fare well for my good buddy and conductress, Manos. I'm really gonna miss her cause she's really nice and all. Hopes she has a good time at Jitra, Kedah and she doesn"t forget anyone back here. With her leaving, the original 13 will shrink to 12 and the number of the original Marian prefects from Form1 with be 4.&lt;br /&gt;                           Has anyone guessed why I'm quiet lately? I bet nobody noticed, not even Yuuji or Machiga(my buddies). I currently being punished by my parents for my POOR results for the exam and honestly la, I'm really depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SKkZCpRFdOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggT90-7AQCo/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SKkZCpRFdOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggT90-7AQCo/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235743575022859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, check this out. It's ...it's...it's a HUMAN UMBRELLA!!! No la, I'm only joking. It's my mother trying to shade herself from the sun with a mat last year on our trip to Teluk Batik.  To my mother's students who are reading this, please don't tell her  about this or I'll be dead the next time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                     Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                Hige&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-4484385303288336171?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4484385303288336171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=4484385303288336171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4484385303288336171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/4484385303288336171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SKkZCpRFdOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggT90-7AQCo/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-8247536834446136510</id><published>2008-07-19T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:28:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 July 2008, Saturday</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;                                The entire week has been awful with that stupid rumor going on(people who know it please don't snigger) and with 'Hari Anugerah' as well. So many rehearsals to go...even next week &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; school day is one! Gosh! But honestly, between destroying rehearsals and the rumor, I'd rather destroy the rumor. It's getting too much already!!! Even the morning session know, darn it!!! My junior and I are suffering here!!! To everyone who knows it,  for goodness sake, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT TRUE!!!&lt;/span&gt; Don't believe it at all. This rumor was created thanks to one of my classmates(won't mention her name though). Gonna go and sleep before going for tuition. Once again, don't believe it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-8247536834446136510?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8247536834446136510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=8247536834446136510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8247536834446136510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/8247536834446136510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/19-july-2008-saturday.html' title='19 July 2008, Saturday'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-2330106962298803000</id><published>2008-07-06T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:07:00.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakakaka! Love anime and manga, people!</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to find Ouran High School Host Club ep 62 after so long. Laughed till I cried. No way OHSHC is gonna stop now! I just gotta find ep 63...heard it's out already! Please tell me if it's out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-2330106962298803000?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2330106962298803000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=2330106962298803000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2330106962298803000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/2330106962298803000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/wakakaka-love-anime-and-manga-people.html' title='Wakakaka! Love anime and manga, people!'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-6417149229933606876</id><published>2008-07-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:54:42.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is nothing much, people! Just for fun and boredom...it's mostly crap though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sung to the tune of Macarena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;The anime's crazy, not to mention really funny&lt;br /&gt;This is only a song, not a real big close-up,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have Tamaki, the club ringleader&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's Haruhi's dad though he's really not&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy anime he's the animator&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Kyouya, my favourite character&lt;br /&gt;He's really scary and can't be woken up early&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's gonna talk more sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly we have the cute one, Honey-sempai&lt;br /&gt;He loves to eat sweets and lots of cakes&lt;br /&gt;His charm with the girls will definitely fly&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the quiet one, Mori-sempai&lt;br /&gt;He's always good for kendo and is Honey's 'servant'&lt;br /&gt;He's really quiet but I think he's just shy&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru&lt;br /&gt;They're really cheeky but they're really different&lt;br /&gt;Hikaru's immature but Kaoru's cool&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last we have Haruhi the main character&lt;br /&gt;'He's' really a girl but is funnier and better(than a guy)&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid of thunder but not of a mirror&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ouran Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the song, oh readers of this post&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy this 'cause there's more to come&lt;br /&gt;To all readers from the land to the coast&lt;br /&gt;Hey, goodbye all now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-6417149229933606876?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6417149229933606876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=6417149229933606876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6417149229933606876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/6417149229933606876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-nothing-much-people-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596630098871253756.post-1839639166223660169</id><published>2008-07-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:07:19.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to a certain somebody to help me get started</title><content type='html'>This blog was created out of curiosity. Thanks to a certain junior called Siti Nurliza(sigh!!!). Gonna get me something to post about or I won't have anything for you folks later...will be back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596630098871253756-1839639166223660169?l=theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1839639166223660169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596630098871253756&amp;postID=1839639166223660169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1839639166223660169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596630098871253756/posts/default/1839639166223660169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanimestreetjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-to-certain-somebody-to-help-me.html' title='Thanks to a certain somebody to help me get started'/><author><name>Yi Lian L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388517242419859546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjm1UFpW5Q/SUOLNu2HhYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Csgv2n0-_8U/S220/IMG_0663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
