tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18079494628290115232024-03-20T05:43:55.293+08:00~Cherry Pie Of Love~Want a slice? Jump in!Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-22336038048099874082010-09-29T16:25:00.018+08:002010-09-29T22:57:07.889+08:00I'm BACK!Heh. Yes, I'm back! After a year and some months off from my blog, I'm finally writing again. Feels a lot longer than that though. =/ Reading some of my old posts again, especially the last few ones made me think, "wow, I'm sooo emo!" Lols. I wonder if anyone else felt that. =P<br /><br />Anyway, why am I back? Good question... I just felt like writing again, especially after yesterday. That said, I probably won't be updating regularly, though hopefully, I won't abandon this poor blog again. ;(<br /><br />So, what has changed after that long hiatus? Tons! But those are topics for another, when I feel like them. Right now, it's all about the trip we made to SK Tropicana yesterday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGtIz4AbgkEtVz7wkIzP5ssuQZfaSHrHqLVk4ISs5gkI3VSgrx7pAobeQtFs0iYgbamgrFht2JCWzER79pE2gDVrDH5KXQMroD_1Ct1eRvVmvXc-f2IZGGrxUuv2_MBS2jfstHkXocVY/s1600/DSCN1352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGtIz4AbgkEtVz7wkIzP5ssuQZfaSHrHqLVk4ISs5gkI3VSgrx7pAobeQtFs0iYgbamgrFht2JCWzER79pE2gDVrDH5KXQMroD_1Ct1eRvVmvXc-f2IZGGrxUuv2_MBS2jfstHkXocVY/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522255762306350578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My Group Members~ Cathreena and Alicia<br /><br /></span></span></div>While the first semester of our degree program seemed to just breeze by, it seems the second one is not going to be as easy. 4 weeks into the semester (the first 2 being a mess due to the move) and already, 3 out of 5 of our classes require us to go to schools for interviews and surveys. The first being Sociology class and get this, the topic was sekolah rendah kebangsaan. My first thought? - "Aaw, Maaann!!"<br /><br />A few reasons why I didn't like it was that firstly, how long has it been since we set foot into a sekolah rendah? It was unfamiliar terrain. Second, I would very much prefer to go to a secondary school where I know the teachers, I know which ones will respond, which ones are capable of responding and which ones won't even look at you. Thirdly, and I know this is bad, but my perception of a primary school teacher in kebangsaan schools are that they're mostly Malays, lazy, and unwilling. What's worse is that I was right.<br /><br />For those who know me, I think it's safe to say, you know I'm so definitely not racist. Maybe I am a little biased towards my own race sometimes, but I have nothing against others. The things is that my BM sucks. Big time. So I knew it would be tough trying to communicate with some of the Malay teachers who can't speak english. On the other part, I've always felt that primary school teachers have a sort of "I'm just a primary school teacher, I'm not important, therefore please pleeaaase leave me alone and don't ask for my input even if your lives depended on it" feeling, which is so not true. (Feel free to correct me if you think I'm wrong)<br /><br />The day started well enough. Though after getting caught in a jam, getting rained on, and being ill-prepared (my fault!), we were kind of wary and nervous. Like, "OMG! I can't believe I'm doing this!", "How laaah, I don't even understand the questions myself!", and "Pleaaase, stop raaaiining! How to record like this?!" Yeah, we're all a bunch'a wimps.<br /><br />However, we were pleasantly surprised when our first interview went by without a hitch. Heh, lucky me got to go first, and got the best respondant. =P Ms. Farhani (I think I spelled it right, right?) was so cute and lively and fun and pretty (added bonus), I think we were kind of spellbound by her. She enthusiastically gave us permission to video record the interview, answered our questions without going off topic (another added bonus), and even asked us to explain the questions she didn't understand (seriously added bonus).<br /><br />After leaving her, we wandered off downstairs to find us some fresh meat (kidding!), where I found my friend's momma who teaches there. Kind Aunty introduced us to some of her colleague for us to torture, err... I mean interview, and then *left us to finish up some work. (*Read: ran away because she doesn't want a piece of that naaasty interview either =_=;)<br /><br />This is where the disappointment came. This bunch of Malay ladies + 1 Indian, ohmygaaah...! I had already seen one of them leaving the children in the middle of their sports practice to SPIT ONTO THE GRASS! Urgh! And now, they wouldn't even give us a second glance, their half-assed answers left me no doubt that their work was probably half-assed too. Their look on one of them was so arrogant, I wanted to stop wasting my time on them and go look for some other teachers. Alas, being polite and civilized people, we had to stay since we had asked in the first place.<br /><br />Leaving them, we thought might as well ask some other teachers sitting around the canteen as well. Bad decision! Thinking they could give us a different perspective, we decided to ask some male teachers. By the end of which, I was asking myself, "What in the world were you THINKING?!"<br /><br />So yeah. That didn't go very well, never mind. Failure is all a part of life. Let's go back upstairs to the staff room, maybe we'll get some fresher meat (just kiddiing!). There, we were surprised by the cutest thing ever. This little Malay boy with curly hair and a baby face came up to us, "Apa saya boleh bantu?". Lols, basic response from all three of us? - "HUH?!" XD It was so unexpected we were all so blur. =P Poor boy... (He ran away after we asked if we could interview him instead. Cuuuuute!)<br /><br />Which brings us to the best part of the day - The kids. They were absolutely, positively adorable. These 2 boys watching us started whispering about which one of us was the prettiest, teehee (Cathreena won). They hid from the camera behind doors, called us auntie (much to Cathreena's chagrin, hee), called out "Assalamualaikum" at us, and this group of Indian girls even asked us to take pictures of them. >.< style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwc8LNLJ9k7HCgcZbBHRzMjkucqcx8YmE7ledwvrGjJsp_vqRwZtAaPYLUW99T03xN1acr90DD3sgR90t5FIY5Ol5Hlxv8E3BCokgK5S601X8-XYpIfP0TbaUPA_GFvwcXj4M22-btfwM/s1600/DSCN1357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwc8LNLJ9k7HCgcZbBHRzMjkucqcx8YmE7ledwvrGjJsp_vqRwZtAaPYLUW99T03xN1acr90DD3sgR90t5FIY5Ol5Hlxv8E3BCokgK5S601X8-XYpIfP0TbaUPA_GFvwcXj4M22-btfwM/s320/DSCN1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522327805616229426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93oKA3jouflAeeYc0oWoI4xyHtFuHGEBCkCN7OlgRl3adx4E2epONtxrVkpoIVPyzoorwbTWmGvN_JdYIEZkr_6LRKfMyN8yi5P8dkk-ytsyYeBXn3YMFUUJa6_yYEhltoPyhEJMlxN4/s1600/DSCN1362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93oKA3jouflAeeYc0oWoI4xyHtFuHGEBCkCN7OlgRl3adx4E2epONtxrVkpoIVPyzoorwbTWmGvN_JdYIEZkr_6LRKfMyN8yi5P8dkk-ytsyYeBXn3YMFUUJa6_yYEhltoPyhEJMlxN4/s320/DSCN1362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522328313542654898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Interior of the school</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDITrfUJ_bmkMh1JIka-NNWEHrg7pgp2PqYNblqfKMydqEL3E_KO5GEu3gihxQg8_0DA-tA2F6mNBB0m50bi0MVL6U9HUhOpRIzM60M0DGfQsF1p6l9FQLzSU5KbAN-HNiuGqBn58Ns4/s1600/DSCN1364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDITrfUJ_bmkMh1JIka-NNWEHrg7pgp2PqYNblqfKMydqEL3E_KO5GEu3gihxQg8_0DA-tA2F6mNBB0m50bi0MVL6U9HUhOpRIzM60M0DGfQsF1p6l9FQLzSU5KbAN-HNiuGqBn58Ns4/s320/DSCN1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522333317696307186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Canteen</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupVLzaynk477flXf0lo8xyiGuDdQ3HUazeTqTpZu26g_jPEbDxcIAiyRdfxW1DvvTyLvHJlfp3SooPowi1KFIvahXgG0rWZNrGSLNwPH-wtGwchFYfx3FAPvYMZXoPN6uk-EMzt21h2s/s1600/DSCN1365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupVLzaynk477flXf0lo8xyiGuDdQ3HUazeTqTpZu26g_jPEbDxcIAiyRdfxW1DvvTyLvHJlfp3SooPowi1KFIvahXgG0rWZNrGSLNwPH-wtGwchFYfx3FAPvYMZXoPN6uk-EMzt21h2s/s320/DSCN1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522329527883969442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Classroom<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryOkGXq7Qw12RLpMJ1AmgI-5-NyvH6jMha4nh9OOp6TjvhaXdrBNt5G0OP_IwAmAbipc1rxPCu-G-9Nf5kKAe0AHU3d6zqE7YqoqncF102nJNq-T8v3pK-8P4piD-wysQW9cMsenzlFI/s1600/DSCN1366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryOkGXq7Qw12RLpMJ1AmgI-5-NyvH6jMha4nh9OOp6TjvhaXdrBNt5G0OP_IwAmAbipc1rxPCu-G-9Nf5kKAe0AHU3d6zqE7YqoqncF102nJNq-T8v3pK-8P4piD-wysQW9cMsenzlFI/s320/DSCN1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522330329493009730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Group of Indian Girls who requested a photo</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> (sorry, rumah hijau!)</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQodZol8DfTyoIeFTH8i4p_XDY7g3zBS9tHGMNt_loW6y6eG4QGbyS8d151kiA2iML-BaMm9EXCRDmzEB3fWlcnUxeOEA_F_K9pArPrahzikymSv66OqVC5ZKfvjw_vswvL8UGoaAZSX4/s1600/DSCN1367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQodZol8DfTyoIeFTH8i4p_XDY7g3zBS9tHGMNt_loW6y6eG4QGbyS8d151kiA2iML-BaMm9EXCRDmzEB3fWlcnUxeOEA_F_K9pArPrahzikymSv66OqVC5ZKfvjw_vswvL8UGoaAZSX4/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522330991341410194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">They just keep on comin' , don't they.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And just because we were bored, and I'm on a roll...</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cQxGmXS77kEZhKwM2bwc8qsIhAx7nU7yKq-eOynA-1BvG5sEYeh7V8jAUvRr7QbBXSc5wdr_Wk8zQpBO_aQeG61L8xfTDLOx0gQlbxaO35aj4TT41YtOn0VNxS7LyLxi9WPcooAG4uE/s1600/DSCN1381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cQxGmXS77kEZhKwM2bwc8qsIhAx7nU7yKq-eOynA-1BvG5sEYeh7V8jAUvRr7QbBXSc5wdr_Wk8zQpBO_aQeG61L8xfTDLOx0gQlbxaO35aj4TT41YtOn0VNxS7LyLxi9WPcooAG4uE/s320/DSCN1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522349250238489826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gets!!</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-63768249009813706502009-04-27T16:30:00.001+08:002009-04-27T17:27:46.579+08:00Making MountainsWow. Am I tired of this or what? I mean seriously lah guys. I keep thinking about it, beating myself up about it, knowing that it is absolutely not my fault. I try not to make it a big thing. I don't want to seem petty. But you know what? It does matter. I matters to me. Because I thought, in my honest opinion, that I'm your friend. So tell me why do I seem like the only person who cares about our relationships? Our so-called friendships. Was I just being full of myself? Were you lying to me when you said you missed me? When you called me up suddenly? After I found out you celebrated your birthday with your friends, all of whom were, come to think of it, my friends too, at a place 5 minutes away from my house? And you knew too. You knew, you met me in the morning. But didn't even have the courtesy to invite me? Yes, It's a small thing. Why am I throwing a tantrum over not being invited to someone's birthday party? Like a little kid. Honestly, I ask myself that too. In the end, you're not worth it anyway. I trusted you, I believed you. I considered you a close friend, I shared with you. I tell myself it's alright. But it's not. It's not alright. You forget me. YOU forget me when your other friends are there. Do you do this on purpose? Do you know what it feels like? You say you do. But I doubt it. Because you've given me reason enough to. I'm not apologizing. I wouldn't because none of this is my fault. There is nothing I should feel bad about. If you feel hurt when you read this, know that this is what I've been feeling for the past weeks. Because of you, and you, and you, and you. Yes, all of you. All of you, who form this tight, little group of self-satisfied, self-centered, egotistical people who would never even dream of opening yourselves up to other people. Who, while enjoying themselves, wouldn't even spare a minute to think "Hey, what about Sapphira?", "What about Jia Hui?", "What about Jin Sam?". No. You wouldn't. You didn't. You might think I'm mean, spiteful, or vindictive, or heck all three. And you may just be right. But you know what? You are worst off than me. Because I don't go around pretending to be someone's friend, pretending to be nice, pretending to care. <br /><br />And YOU! Stop being in my head! Stop, cause I know nothing's gonna happen. Stop giving me a reason to hope. Stop giving me reasons to dream. <br /><br />Wow. That felt great. Whoosh. :PSapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-31581024306277632052009-03-13T11:28:00.001+08:002009-03-13T11:37:59.429+08:00ResultsAfter two years of tuition, staying back, extra classes, assignments, and well, putting up with lousy teachers, the results are here.<br /><br />How many days I've been thinking about this, wishing I could just know!!<br /><br />I was kinda disappointed, I have to admit, Of course I wanted straight A's. But at the end of the day, I realised that all this while, I told myself, 8A's is enough, and now I really am content with what God has given me.<br /><br />Thank You, Lord, for the 9 A's You have blessed me with. :DDSapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-48536362899697559622009-03-09T13:59:00.002+08:002009-03-09T14:32:04.708+08:00Well, Thanks guys for everything. This past month, I've had a lot of time to think. And some of my thoughts aren't exactly pleasant as you can see. I've been doubting a lot of the decisions I've made so far. Whether it's right to wanna go overseas especially when economy is so bad. Whether it's crazy to wanna get a degree from u.s. and then find that I wanna teach here at home.<br /><br />And sometimes, I'm reminded of the fact that I'm only human and my many flaws are well... many.<br />And sometimes I lose faith in myself and in God. When you start asking yourself if this is it. This is life. We spend the early years preparing fro primary school. And then we spend primary school years preparing for secondary. and so on... when does it stop. What does life amount to. When you grow old and die, does it matter if you scored straight A's for spm?<br /><br />Does it matter if you've got six beautiful wives? Does it really? So we are living life preparing for what? What does our days on earth prepare us for? Death is a scary thought, and we never really believe it until it looks us in the eye. What happens after death? Do we stop thinking? What bout breathing? existing?<br /><br />Why am I so uptight about college thinking, worrying bout what I will do with the rest of my life? If my life ends now, I would have wasted the time I was given worrying over things I didn't know I didn't have to worry about...<br /><br />So now what? Live n the moment? Sure, that sounds good. In books, in movies, we hear things like live in the now. But how many of us really do that? When we're not caught up with school work, we're busy with chores. When does it end? When exams are over? and then what?<br /><br />I wish I knew. But, Lord, I commit my life to You. Yes, sometimes I doubt, and I feel horrible about doubting. But doubting and not believing are not the same. I believe in You and I want to keep doing so. Like when the lamb got lost and the shepherd carried it on his shoulders, and the shepherds lips were not far from the lambs ears, so I would like to think that in my darkest moments, in my moments of doubt, that God is closest to me. That He is right there waiting for me to turn around.<br /><br />And so it is. What you do with your life has nothing to do with me. But I want to spend the time He's given me preparing for the next one, where I will be with Him.<br /><br />This is my commitment Lord, strengthen me in faith, and in spirit, even in my darkest hours may I give thanks to You. Love me, Lord.<br /><br />AmenSapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-10668934468697015472009-02-22T13:20:00.002+08:002009-02-22T13:24:45.261+08:00Why? WHY?!<br /><br />Stop telling me to pick my life up.<br />I don't know how<br /><br />Stop telling me everything is a lie.<br />I know that<br /><br />Stop telling me what I need and don't need.<br />I know myself<br /><br />Stop telling me my life is shit<br />I know that<br /><br />Stop telling me I have nothing<br />I know that too<br /><br />Stop showing me that my life is a joke<br />I know all that, I know<br /><br />stop stop stop just stop<br />It's not funny, it's not fun.<br /><br />I hate youSapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-59123629200792854672009-01-30T22:32:00.003+08:002009-01-31T20:52:12.297+08:00I Want...Seems to be that almost <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everyone's</span> happy. It's a good thing hat everyone is happy, we probably should be, seeing as it is the festive season, so called.<br /><br />I really really hate being a party <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pooper</span>, but just some thoughts.<br /><br />Want(verb) : to feel a need or desire to have or do.<br /><br />Here's what I want:<br /><br />I want to love unconditionally<br />I want to have unwavering faith<br />I want to love God more than I love myself<br />I want to be patient<br />I want to stop being judgmental<br />I want to be humble<br />I want to be able to say sorry<br />I want to want what I want for the right reasons<br />I want to be ready<br />I want to be beautiful on the inside<br />I want to stop worrying about my appearance<br />I want people to like me<br />I want to open my mouth more<br />I want to serve Him better<br />I want to be able to inspire people<br />I want to stop being insulting<br />I want mean what I say<br />I want to do what I preach<br />I want to be sure<br />I want to be better in anyway, anywhere, to anyone<br />I want to be everything that I can be for Him<br /><br />Well, take a look in the mirror, and know that you don't always get what you want, bitch!Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-45619443454179948012009-01-10T20:06:00.002+08:002009-01-10T20:16:33.665+08:00A Fork in the RoadThe Star Education Fair... How to put into words...<br /><br />Thank God for this opportunity lah, firstly...<br /><br />Secondly, thanks to all the people that were there, mainly telling me the same things...<br /><br />After a whole morning of mind boggling walking around the KL Convention Center, and checking out manymanymanymany booths...<br /><br />Here's what's in my mind...<br /><br />1.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://youthecho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/choosing-a-path-copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 332px;" src="http://youthecho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/choosing-a-path-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>2. ...Study Education in Ireland<br /> ...Study Culinary Arts in Switzerland<br /> ...Study Nursing here...<br /><br />3. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!<br /><br />It's no wonder I'm zombified now...<br /><br />~sReehcSapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-12843096905710180462008-12-25T13:50:00.004+08:002008-12-26T19:27:09.622+08:00Real UpdatesSo much has happened that I both feel like talking about and don't feel like talking about.<br /><br />Alright, camp was an eye-opener. This years camp was really different and I can safely say that I was one of the people that didn't adjust well to the differences, yes there was a lot of complaining (in my mind, if not out loud).<br /><br />But in the end, I learnt many lessons like most people would say time is running out, we have to always be on our guard and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yada</span>. Yes it's important, and everyone knows that so I shan't repeat. I think one of the most valuable lessons I learnt is that God never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">disappoints</span>.<br /><br />I had a lot of very big big expectations for this camp so when I got there I was kind of dissapointed. But in the end, I learnt a lot plus a much needed lesson. You may think God has let you down and blah blah but you know know that in the end when you look at the bigger picture, He really didn't.<br /><br />Anyway, if you didn't get that, I'm too lazy to explain.<br /><br />Then there was my grandma's 80th b'day, for which my dad made a video (it's genius, if I might say so). Safe to say, we all had a great time, well, except the part where they made me sing the chorus of a song solo. It was my grandma's favourite song, a mandarin one, a super hard to sing. Thanks guys for sticking me with that one, you could barely hear my voice!<br /><br />Then there was christmas eve, where our whole family gathered at grandma's for dinner and gift-exchanging. This year it was considerably smaller 'cause everyone had somewhere to rush to, which was kinda sad. Also, I spent like 4 hours making cards for my dg members, I can only hope they appreciate it and keep it.<br /><br />Christmas...was kinda sad, I went to church for the usual christmas morning sermon then stayed a while for lunch (a slice of pizza) then went home and...did nothing! Yeah, it was a lazy christmas.<br /><br />Also, I spent the last three days in bed, reading and crying at the same time! The books were awfully sad and what can I say, I'm a girl.<br /><br />Well, I shall say no more and let my pics do the talking. (Hmm, I did say quite a lot didn't I...)<br /><br />Alrighty, there's something wrong, I can't upload pictures so if you really really curious, drop by facebook!<br /><br />Cheers~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-39113551346788383232008-12-20T11:58:00.004+08:002008-12-20T12:33:27.941+08:00Updates..Okie Doke,<br />I'm supposed to be updating about prom and camp but because of my laziness, I shall direct you to my facebook page-<br />http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=593894262&ref=profile<br />(because all my photos are there), and kindly ask all my dedicated (or not) readers to use their fertile imaginations, and if your imagination is not fertile, blame your parents for not getting you that G.I. Joe action figure you so wanted when you were six and instead got you a laptop when you were sixteen, then raid your nearby garden supplies store for some fertilizer. And if you have seriously, utterly no idea what I'm talking about, be comforted in the fact that I have seriously, utterly no idea what I'm rambling about except the one thing I'm absolutely sure of, and that is my laziness and thus we have gone one big round and come back to the starting point. Funny how the world works huh?<br /><br />Cheers~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-21221064625046867802008-12-06T11:08:00.006+08:002008-12-06T15:08:11.063+08:00Long UpdateYes, it hasn't really been a long time since I last updated but still there are lots on my mind right now. So many things going on at the same time! Makes me feel kinda stressed!<br /><br />Wednesday- Went out with Sook Ting and Christine to watch Twilight and to get some stuff for prom. In the end, I really regretted going for the movie, Cause it SUCKED big time. First of all, all the actors were kinda cacated, the movie was too short (it could have been longer to accommodate other details) , there was no chemistry whatsoever between Edward and Bella (I only knew they were in love because they said so, and because I read the books), Jasper and Alice are ruined, Carlisle looked like a ghost, Jacob Black looked horrible, Edward can't really fly (which he did in the movie). And I could go on, but I'll spare it for those who haven't watched it and for those who doesn't want me spoiling it for you, that is, if I haven't already. In the end, I bought a clutch for prom (and other dinners to come) and some beads.<br /><br />Thursday- Came home Wednesday and was invited to go shopping with the boys! XD So Thursday was all about getting the right prom stuff for the guys and well, for the girls (Jia Hui and me) , it was also all about having fun. Why fun? Haha, just watching the guys fuss about their clothes were fun to watch! Tambah lagi, their lameness, which has a penchant for making you roll on the floor laughing and clutching your stomach. After walking for practically THE WHOLE DAY!, and walking back and forth from the old wing to the new wing of 1Utama for about 3 or 4 times, HuiChuin and Fook Hoy finally got their shirts and pants, while all 3 guys got their ties. After that, we followed Kok Shien to the foodcourt for HIS dinner, and though we were all really tired of walking, Fook Hoy was the only one still standing (somewhat). When asked if he was tired, he's reply was : "Yeah, tired. But I'm so excited!" Glad you enjoyed your first time out shopping with girls.<br /><br />Some pictures:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWSjZcPH9vqu5wGRY0_yY5v4biYLKqWhOnJpkAaTm5MWF2wvZLnniYeffk2ehdEGn9PvgpMgpRGOvchL3RzmC3f42pnxhyHXbkrwsN42741PlfcSsutPquKnyINQzTbGNOvKTp4dVoDY/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWSjZcPH9vqu5wGRY0_yY5v4biYLKqWhOnJpkAaTm5MWF2wvZLnniYeffk2ehdEGn9PvgpMgpRGOvchL3RzmC3f42pnxhyHXbkrwsN42741PlfcSsutPquKnyINQzTbGNOvKTp4dVoDY/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276513857865427010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCG8xhzNXeSBRmYJue0zojKmfiQGJUwWd9wgi2Lm-M7Zizf0Xid2xDAFTnp_ggYOC91zttgTPCpqF5EIgRKnjjnoVMGv_9QsDtb9V_Jm1OUu71K2wR5ZUWj-9U9afkaw02mFi87QXD1g/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCG8xhzNXeSBRmYJue0zojKmfiQGJUwWd9wgi2Lm-M7Zizf0Xid2xDAFTnp_ggYOC91zttgTPCpqF5EIgRKnjjnoVMGv_9QsDtb9V_Jm1OUu71K2wR5ZUWj-9U9afkaw02mFi87QXD1g/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514195745796610" border="0" /></a>The Jokers<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimclXO1j5RD-ML5_NliEazvXk9fs0b_kyh_X68X6MDojn-1rn5ruGhEa0mOoU4tkmhiAAtnArKGvnEa34QFWKSejHCyR8TUcNkYn1QZRYjSCdUylHvVes0Ec1vKvqmb0KW_0Qygz75mNc/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimclXO1j5RD-ML5_NliEazvXk9fs0b_kyh_X68X6MDojn-1rn5ruGhEa0mOoU4tkmhiAAtnArKGvnEa34QFWKSejHCyR8TUcNkYn1QZRYjSCdUylHvVes0Ec1vKvqmb0KW_0Qygz75mNc/s320/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514420157179570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">HuiChuin obliterating Kok Shien's ice kacang like a little kid<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And no, I didn't take pictures of them in their prom clothes, cause I didn't want to spoil the surprise, though I will say they both looked really good in what WE chose, XD, and leave it at that.<br /><br />Friday- Went out in the morning for a meeting to iron out some stuff involving prom. Although I'm glad everything is (sort of) sorted out, but I wish I could say the same for my feelings towards prom itself. In the beginning of the year, my decision to go was sort of like, at first yes, then no, then yes again. Because I'm not really sure what to expect and now that it's drawing near, I'm feeling kinda sick in the stomach. There are things I'm looking forward to on that night, like having loads of fun, taking silly pictures, wearing a nice dress, choosing the prom king and queen. But on the other hand, there are also things I'm not looking forward to, like the pettiness of (some) of my girl friends. It's true everything has it's pros and cons, so right now, I'm keeping in mind that I have to be positive and just pray that everything goes well.<br /><br />After coming home from the meeting, I found out that, one of the sweetest, most trustworthy friend of mine was dumped by her boyfriend of almost 5 years. Although, in the beginning, I did question her taste in guys, but in the end, I decided to trust her, because she really liked him. And then, out of the blue, he just decided to dump her and say that he has someone else? I was so angry and sad on her behalf, I really didn't know how to comfort her. Except to say that she was one of those friends that stuck with you for a lifetime, she's smart, she's beautiful, and the bastard who dumped her really didn't deserve her.<br /><br />Take a deep breathe and jump in, Next Tuesday is prom, 4 days after that is camp, and another week, my grandma's 80th birthday celebration, and then christmas. whew. I wonder if I'll make it out alive.<br /><br />Cheers~ (I really really miss my shmoops)<br /></div></div>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-23691174930722866322008-11-29T20:07:00.002+08:002008-11-29T20:16:46.588+08:00The lame-ness that lames you for lifeOkay, so I was asked by a friend to look at his blog and though I was supposed to be looking at something else, this is actually much more news-worthy.<br /><br />Disclaimer: This is not mine, if I were ever this lame, I'd want to be shot.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />HEALTH :QUESTION & ANSWER SESSION<br /><br /></span>Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?<br /><br />A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't<br />waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up<br />your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can<br />extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer?<br />Take a nap.<br /><br />Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?<br /><br />A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and<br />corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an<br />efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain?<br />Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy<br />vegetable). And a MIXED GRILL can give you 100% of your recommended<br />daily allowance of vegetable products.<br /><br />Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?<br /><br />A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine,<br />that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even<br />more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms<br />up!<br /><br />Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?<br /><br />A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.<br />If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.<br /><br />Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular<br />exercise program?<br /><br />A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!<br /><br />Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?<br /><br />A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ... Foods are fried these days in vegetable<br />oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables<br />be bad for you?<br /><br />Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the<br />middle?<br /><br />A : Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You<br />should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.<br /><br />Q: Is chocolate bad for me?<br /><br />A: Are you crazy? HELLO. Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best<br />feel-good food around!<br /><br />Q: Is swimming good for your figure?<br /><br />A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.<br /><br />Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?<br /><br />A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!<br /><br />Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had<br />about food and diets.<br /><br />(So you see, Fook Hoy, there might actually be people lamer then you.)<br /><br />ps: I'm not entirely sure if my friend is the author, but anyhow, bottom line is his lame-ness.Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-23916044996430549352008-11-25T19:48:00.002+08:002008-11-25T20:43:38.438+08:00Sweet FreedomWithout any explanation, I'm sure by looking at the title, anyone would know what this post is about! Durr! SPM is over!! (<span style="font-size:85%;">almost). <span style="font-size:100%;">YESH!! Finally the</span></span> last days of form 5 are here, and I'd be lying if I say I wouldn't miss it. Although there were times that I really wanted to just burn my books and come to think of it, my school, but still many enjoyable moments.<br /><br />So, out of boredom, I come up with my list of top 10 form 5 moments:<br /><br />10. Christmas shopping! : YES! After the stressful exams, any girl would definitely be looking forward to shopping. What with the excuse of "it's christmas time" to splurge! Though it's quite a dilema thinking of ideas for gifts (especially for my shmoops), but that's part of the fun!<br /><br />9. HuiChuin's b'day : His face when he found out we got him underwear with "cool" pictures of animals and smily faces drawn all over!<br /><br />8. Prom!: Yes, it's not actually here yet, but I imagine it would be fun to be surrounded by your friends and being mc will definitely be fun (especially the part where I get paid!). Hopefully, everyone will cooperate so that it'll be fun-er (and so that we mc-s don't look like fools).<br /><br />7. SASA interview: My interview with HElP uni was fun despite the tension on that day. Looking back, it was actually quite an experience (especially when I got word I was chosen! <span style="font-size:78%;">and then I decided not to take it<span style="font-size:100%;">)</span></span><br /><br />6. Pn. Tie's add math class: Yes, I know. Add maths shouldn't be anywhere near fun, and though I enjoy add maths, most of the fun in this class is due to Pn. Tie's very very dead-panned reactions. One of the most memorable moments I remember is when Pn.Tie poked at HuiChuin's yellow Digi man and asked "huh? What's that?" XD<br /><br />5. Taking Bible Knowledge for SPM: Why? Cause I felt it was an outward show of my faith, not to show off, but I felt like I was actually serving The Lord. Being only 17, truly a christian for what I feel is a short time, and not serving in any ministry in the church, serving is something I feel I really lack in. Especially since the paper will be abolished if not enough students take it up.<br /><br />4. "My ambition": Definitely one of my favourite moments was when Karina and I filled up the form about waht we wanted to be as adults. My options were: clown, mermaid, and window washer! My favourite was HuiChuin's though, as he was absent, Karina and I decided to save him some trouble and fill it in for him. The one's I like best are, Sumo wrestler, model pil pelangsing, and sami!<br /><br />3. Any one of the many times I laughed till my sides split: Yep, with Sook Ting and Christine, my 2 partners in "laming", if you would. One time I particularly remember is when we shamefully tried to speak just 2 phrases of Spanish! "Porque, Maria?!" XD<br /><br />2. One of the many times HuiChuin and Fook Hoy displayed their gay-ness : I guess I don't have to explain this. Though there were many, my favourite was when they were caught by Pn. Loi... The expression on her face was priceless~!<br /><br />1. End of SPM: Although it's not officially here yet, but I imagine it would be just peachy-keen!<br /><br />Cheers~~!Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-91670168331243746322008-11-21T11:11:00.002+08:002008-11-21T11:34:46.234+08:00Of Teachers and NursesMy auntie, a public school teacher from Melaka, came to visit my family Wednesday. And you know old folks, once they start talking, it never stop, unless of course they are fighting lah... Anyway, the topic for that night was my cousin's (my aunts daughter) job, which she recently got in Singapore.<br /><br />And then of course the direction of conversation was diverted to me, because, you know, being on the verge of finishing SPM, comes the dreaded question :"WHAT TO STUDY???"<br /><br />And being the usual indecisive person that I am, I squirmed...er...ah...Dunno lah! Wait finish SPM first only talk. BUT SPM is almost over!! And although I'm dying to get past this phase of my life, I guess I'm just a little greatful for this "distraction" from making up my mind.<br /><br />Then my mom had to bring up nursing. My mom, being really, extremely, impossibly, practical, of course would want me to do something that would guarantee a job in the future. I totally understand where she's coming from, because nurses are really in demand right now, but the thing is, after reading the flow chart, I'm not entirely sure it's my thing.<br /><br />When you start off, naturally, you start at the bottom, in nursing terms, it means, the person who does crap work! Cleaning, and coming face to face with a lot of gross stuff...<br /><br />And though I wouldn't mind being one of those nurses in the surgery room, who hands the doctor the tools, (just because that'd be kinda cool), but to get to that level, you'd have to study more, which of course comes into more money!<br /><br />And so, I've actually ruled out nursing, but haven't told my mom, (she thinks I'm still considering it). Ironically, though, I'm actually, seriously, considering becoming a teacher, but haven't told my mom yet (because I'm scared of her!)<br /><br />What to do? What to do?!!!!<br /><br />On a much lighter mode though, THREE FREAKING PAPERS TO GO!!<br /><br />*sigh*Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-47107159113576522652008-11-12T17:44:00.002+08:002008-11-12T17:54:50.624+08:00Freedom! (Almost)Yeah, everyone's feeling it, the sweet taste of freedom. It's hard to believe that in just about 2 weeks, I'll never have to wear a school uniform, school shoes, encounter crappy teachers, come face to face with smelly, stinky, horrible, toilets or even so much as glance at a sejarah book anymore.<br /><br />After every single paper, it feels so much lighter, like weights have been lifted off your shoulders. And it's not just me, seems every single person in the hall feels it too. Somehow, no one really seems scared or whatever, we just want it to be OVER!!<br /><br />I'm sounding hysterical just about now aren't I?<br /><br />I can't believe it's ending so soon, I've got to say, I'm gonna miss high school to some extent. It seems like form 5 just started...<br /><br />But the inevitable happens and life goes on...sigh*<br /><br />Cheers~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-18005993911726521062008-11-01T21:59:00.003+08:002008-11-01T22:35:04.346+08:00I'm thinking about....Well, SPM is in ten days and here I am... For the past few days I've been thinking a lot about where my life is headed...<br /><br />First of all, on Wednesday, we had to fill out this sort of student info. card concerning our ambitions. Although I'd like to clarify that the question they asked is not legitimate.<br /><br />The question was what we wanna be as adults, it should have been what our ambition is, or what career path I would like to pursue.<br /><br />But that's not the point, the point was that it got me thinking. As an incredibly indecisive person, I haven't even made up my mind on which field I wanna go into, let alone pinpoint a course.<br /><br />And as a result, I've come to really hate these question- "what's your ambition?" Although, on that particular day we (Karina and I) had a lot of fun with that.<br /><br />But still, it really got me thinking... and after a few months of deliberation and well...thinking...I haven't come even close to making a decision...<br /><br />Secondly, on Thursday, I read a book, titled "13 reasons why?". This novel tells the morbid tale of Hannah Baker, who before committing suicide, taped 7 tapes regarding why she did what she did...<br /><br />Each side of these tape have a story of one person who indirectly, or directly, caused her to kill herself. The book follows the 9th person on these tapes, that is Clay Jensen, the "perfect guy".<br /><br />Although Clay hadn't trespassed Hannah in any way, he was on her list, because had he the will and courage, he could have reached out and saved her. But, unfortunately, he didn't, and the inevitable happened.<br /><br />The book was sad, as it reminds its readers how much of an impact one simple action or one simple word could have on any other persons in our surrounding.<br /><br />As I read the book, I came to think about, how my own action, my own words, no matter how inconsequential they are to me, can affect another person.<br /><br />And then, on Thursday morning, when I was in school, 5B-ians were reminiscing about the times we had in our earlier years. And as the conversation shifted to me, it got me thinking again.<br /><br />And then today, on the way to youth. My friend was telling me about how, in the future, I might have to lead a group on my own...<br /><br />And yes, I know in the future, I'll probably have to do it, but nevertheless, I felt unready. I felt really insecure about abilities. I just started attending youth meetings last year, how am I supposed to lead a whole group?<br /><br />Then he made an excellent point, - that if we were ready, what's the point? We don't have to feel ready, that all we need is willingness for God to work in us, through us.<br /><br />And as I was thinking, coincidentally, our guest speaker for that day, was going to be talking about being a person of impact!<br /><br />And as he was talking, I kept thinking I wanna be that person. It doesn't matter what my job is, God can still use me. It doesn't matter how short, how scarred, how ugly, how stupid, how insecure I am, bottom line is, that God can use me to do anything, as long as I'm willing.<br /><br />And so as he prayed, I prayed too, wanting for God to work in me and through me.<br /><br />And you know what, God is so good, He answered my prayers. After the speaker finished, and we were enjoying ourselves with chips, when suddenly this guy from their group came up to me.<br /><br />Here's what he said : "Hey you know what, I don't know your name but there's something The Lord wants me to tell you. As you were worshiping and throughout the whole thing, I felt you have that hunger. That hunger for The Lord. And you know what, we've been to so many countries and met so many youth, and some of them just come in and do their thing but you, don't let that hunger fade."<br /><br />I was so surprised at that, I never considered myself to be worthy of even those little words of encouragement. But The Lord is truly amazing!, and I feel so blessed!!<br /><br />All Hail The Almighty God!~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-30262779984482055992008-10-25T14:14:00.009+08:002008-10-25T14:44:37.990+08:00Thanks guys!Yesterday was my special day!! Yes, I'm finally 17, left behind by so many friends who had already turned 17 early in the year.<br /><br />Although I didn't do much due to my having to study for the dreaded SPM but still I had loads of fun in school!! Yes!School! Although SOME of my friends weren't there (yes Audrey, I'm talking about you), but still it was lots of fun thanks to my great great classmates.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3q1VrwrTR9TieHE61kLFgjc4Hg2EC7uGSGYVIAfBewB5xd3jJkIrTLn51zZrrnkLf-4d3KBZh4fLsv32NnKZDlfmRj01PIpACmS9dqjtDqEeezX8OihZQ3BzjTS6-wTqXz1nIW2w8iQ/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3q1VrwrTR9TieHE61kLFgjc4Hg2EC7uGSGYVIAfBewB5xd3jJkIrTLn51zZrrnkLf-4d3KBZh4fLsv32NnKZDlfmRj01PIpACmS9dqjtDqEeezX8OihZQ3BzjTS6-wTqXz1nIW2w8iQ/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260973054881233746" border="0" /></a>From Karina, Sook Ting, and Kin Kit- thanks guys, I named it Pupu. Why? I don't know. It just sounded appropriate.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSslNQtdRmzLdEAv_zjyMDZL6h5oU0nXuSqrHw1YJkxNvLa0SUZ8sGt7cQWOKELFnPfA6wGVe3fvyWA_jjb3dqV2oHXCcmM2G1IJggUArfMq3qjfSjamUMN8MgvCO_piS1igXmt8jrIUw/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSslNQtdRmzLdEAv_zjyMDZL6h5oU0nXuSqrHw1YJkxNvLa0SUZ8sGt7cQWOKELFnPfA6wGVe3fvyWA_jjb3dqV2oHXCcmM2G1IJggUArfMq3qjfSjamUMN8MgvCO_piS1igXmt8jrIUw/s320/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260973513882631426" border="0" /></a>Also from Karina, Sook Ting and Kin Kit. Although I don't really use these "eye covers(?)" but I'll always treasure it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GaBYxzbu_AV2Ms-wZk28UKPvZPfqjdQx4Z_ZQzezxEvXrojBlKHM3JCKBU_QPCc1Cn8ZHEaCVBCC_LXbqc2uRTuL6SAyyxQ8PVm2a0X3jaVtT2iOVsoRmyIQKFVCVfpBapaXDEqIn1U/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GaBYxzbu_AV2Ms-wZk28UKPvZPfqjdQx4Z_ZQzezxEvXrojBlKHM3JCKBU_QPCc1Cn8ZHEaCVBCC_LXbqc2uRTuL6SAyyxQ8PVm2a0X3jaVtT2iOVsoRmyIQKFVCVfpBapaXDEqIn1U/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260974047221275362" border="0" /></a>Pupu with the covers on. Since it's always sleeping anyway. ^^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsz_LJ07T2vbBfIqHvPw7qjCUc3fvuy6UY7DsZ8TNw7fVOoa8GQXKGlTH1lyLDdl6w3ppcMxjtzxOd0Ey6uETWPSoCPxlQvAFnWvcx-DO0EyX6r1DiCrffG3Bj8dEPEXQ593u7fYBhZ4/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsz_LJ07T2vbBfIqHvPw7qjCUc3fvuy6UY7DsZ8TNw7fVOoa8GQXKGlTH1lyLDdl6w3ppcMxjtzxOd0Ey6uETWPSoCPxlQvAFnWvcx-DO0EyX6r1DiCrffG3Bj8dEPEXQ593u7fYBhZ4/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260975297857299410" border="0" /></a>A very sweet Paua Shell pendant from my lou gong.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoU4M5AePnYZYgFX_EygYsDII6QAwnypEtbwvFDaGQUr4ee0Vn2sNp-z3jKLbAX3ibcsrOciFpc7Isr8HhlQ5KOZ5RM7c_gOu129IVKyFtLF8xv6qoFja_76APYOnnAnOSEzqHcwD4Q6Y/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoU4M5AePnYZYgFX_EygYsDII6QAwnypEtbwvFDaGQUr4ee0Vn2sNp-z3jKLbAX3ibcsrOciFpc7Isr8HhlQ5KOZ5RM7c_gOu129IVKyFtLF8xv6qoFja_76APYOnnAnOSEzqHcwD4Q6Y/s320/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260976230557980754" border="0" /></a>Cute earrings, also from my lou gong!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu7SMsxIWNVMaiNBB2rxATGPuT9ZEXYgbmU87ErHi38OOoT1P9NDevExnP_aBmzlhKbftMYNFLhEs87Fc-z1T96_0l9F3Ioerxkr9Nwe01TuYd5KuDsNtL8_ZjDBBG3_t_O94qVwJuRM/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu7SMsxIWNVMaiNBB2rxATGPuT9ZEXYgbmU87ErHi38OOoT1P9NDevExnP_aBmzlhKbftMYNFLhEs87Fc-z1T96_0l9F3Ioerxkr9Nwe01TuYd5KuDsNtL8_ZjDBBG3_t_O94qVwJuRM/s320/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260976601986012354" border="0" /></a><br />A very nice kind of antique ceramic treasure box, from my lou gong again! XD<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Also a very rich chocolate cake from starbucks from Rui Zhi a huge lolipop from lolipop man himself, although I tak sempat take picture of both (too tempting!) haha thanks Rui Zhi & Kok Shien!<br /><br />Thanks everyone for all your warm wishes and encouragement, especially my fellow Obedians, and my angel- Agnes (luve ya).<br /><br />Cheers~~!<br /></div></div>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-28218635937856006192008-10-16T13:25:00.003+08:002008-10-16T13:32:57.637+08:00MmmMmm...toasted marshmallowMummy went out today to get some groceries and didn't come back until late afternoon. I knew she was gonna cook lunch so I decided against getting something from the coffee shop, but I got so hungry I couldn't stand it.<br /><br />So I decided to toast a marshmallow, with hilarious results. I turned on the stove and held the marshmallow over the fire with a chopstick and the marshmallow caught fire! Argh. Now I have a burnt marshmallow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtihdn0CqtuwM6PxCQX7Z04KR3CVniBXcWkdRCLkVH_zMwrGeMKmKXk1EDVamfJHYGyvRf7EIwfPHJcqmc6Z32YFfHmMSzGFTelXgCpQeAEMb_iUwRWrN1IYe1My5SJHjQcE0xX_M5d0U/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtihdn0CqtuwM6PxCQX7Z04KR3CVniBXcWkdRCLkVH_zMwrGeMKmKXk1EDVamfJHYGyvRf7EIwfPHJcqmc6Z32YFfHmMSzGFTelXgCpQeAEMb_iUwRWrN1IYe1My5SJHjQcE0xX_M5d0U/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257619941980010578" border="0" /></a> Actually it caught fire many times...This is what you get when you let a totally inexperienced person *try* to cook without assistance!<br /><br />Despite what it looks like, it actually tastes kinda good, crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside! Yummm.Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-78509656496157265842008-09-30T19:06:00.005+08:002008-09-30T19:18:51.639+08:00Testes cancerWhile shopping in 1 Utama today, I came across this retail store that was redressing all it's mannequins and this particular one caught my attention.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEyTb5f-yrbYvfu_PgDgMapha_2WK_dsrLOgRqzMf-pPHTjQFt9ry0ZWlhGPXp3IpRMBbqwfrRqHrt4UEVr6q3kjfmBGrN175WBPUgpEcH0d21NYNxYtMtPDquYpBk7BH6tD47Fks05Y/s1600-h/DSC00274-B.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEyTb5f-yrbYvfu_PgDgMapha_2WK_dsrLOgRqzMf-pPHTjQFt9ry0ZWlhGPXp3IpRMBbqwfrRqHrt4UEVr6q3kjfmBGrN175WBPUgpEcH0d21NYNxYtMtPDquYpBk7BH6tD47Fks05Y/s320/DSC00274-B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251770756271063714" border="0" /></a><br />If you squint, you'll see that it's actually a ball....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQAoKMjRRN4XUtYItSs2apEQoOPdy7jzXezsh5wBkyOuoox0FIlWCqShTZYmudbhPrpFhsbWVlxFtSTJhzxMoRbTHzmWNosyOSq1N-1iPz1QR39W5VW4IEAI0KwoAYALUaSvNeN8Ufuk/s1600-h/DSC00275-B.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQAoKMjRRN4XUtYItSs2apEQoOPdy7jzXezsh5wBkyOuoox0FIlWCqShTZYmudbhPrpFhsbWVlxFtSTJhzxMoRbTHzmWNosyOSq1N-1iPz1QR39W5VW4IEAI0KwoAYALUaSvNeN8Ufuk/s320/DSC00275-B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251771011906051314" border="0" /></a>Here's one zoomed out, but it's clearer. I couldn't help myself but laugh...somehow the mannequin looks like it has testes cancer...How fashionable...XD<br /><br />Just thought I'd share this too, found it while studying chemistry and laughed my socks off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbV7COFzsdp6W1l__w4hrDm7ue35ABJDqVRgrJ-yxoU3q8imr2foCoxQNoPq7fz33MmciQDnHUQUnspyNep2Yb_JwS7fU1gVPkI-9SMqb17WPEOrrkUyZPhdyv99syEBB_cqhv_5VfeQ/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbV7COFzsdp6W1l__w4hrDm7ue35ABJDqVRgrJ-yxoU3q8imr2foCoxQNoPq7fz33MmciQDnHUQUnspyNep2Yb_JwS7fU1gVPkI-9SMqb17WPEOrrkUyZPhdyv99syEBB_cqhv_5VfeQ/s320/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251771678192796386" border="0" /></a><br />A beaker full of Haha's... XD ( I wonder if the authors of the book got a kick out of it and decided on that particular chemical...)<br /><br /><br />Cheers~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-9656487867265586662008-09-29T22:31:00.010+08:002008-09-29T23:08:25.811+08:00Hi, I'm a forgetful fish, at least I think I am...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">A few weeks ago, I came across this question during physics tuition that made me laugh so I thought I might share with my dear readers.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUAtxYAu2LsYbruTc4UWj9Z08dLWHDeNBifEO8NgxXkHxjY5JyIyUwKU58x4hunQDtheTmrLThwgxM8122xWeL1xM6uN7deKil17x9hs8vAAu6KZNUTeGIngJax7FyhPgBo2fWTFgEA4/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUAtxYAu2LsYbruTc4UWj9Z08dLWHDeNBifEO8NgxXkHxjY5JyIyUwKU58x4hunQDtheTmrLThwgxM8122xWeL1xM6uN7deKil17x9hs8vAAu6KZNUTeGIngJax7FyhPgBo2fWTFgEA4/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455153418315490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The question was: Diagram 19 shows a 4kg fish swimming 1m/s swallows an </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">absent minded <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">0.5kg fish swimming toward it at a velocity that brings both fishes to a halt immediately <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">after lunch.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What is the velocity of the smaller fish </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">before lunch</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">LOLS...the smaller fish was so absent minded that it swam right into the big fish's mouth making itself lunch?XD</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcsz6RxLEnZrPpbCktCiCJ8T7cPFAz0m3ISkB83ZC0XS3Umk8xPwdfWh6fBE9fAIP8hGJrRBpetLZqvpLtVt9JeCr_jFo1fnpu7Oc7oM4MbiwwdIRJhU8Q2lEuu90Uqc-fIzbjsIKWNQ/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcsz6RxLEnZrPpbCktCiCJ8T7cPFAz0m3ISkB83ZC0XS3Umk8xPwdfWh6fBE9fAIP8hGJrRBpetLZqvpLtVt9JeCr_jFo1fnpu7Oc7oM4MbiwwdIRJhU8Q2lEuu90Uqc-fIzbjsIKWNQ/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457721286800434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Here's something I drew to go with it (inspired by Rui Zhi, cause she said the big fish's mouth was too small to fit the whole of the small fish). Which, come to think of it kinda makes sense.XP</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Cheers~</span>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-70228957875368533352008-09-26T17:09:00.003+08:002008-09-26T17:36:22.895+08:00Tagged?Newbie coming through!! My first time playing this game, so be nice to me...<br /><br />15 weird habits of mine:<br /><br />1. When I was younger, I used to talk to my blanket and pillows. (My dad says not to worry, people who talk to themselves have money in the bank!)<br /><br />2. I once staged a mock picnic with lovely blankeey and all my stuffed toys!!<br /><br />3. I used to pretend I was the mother of my little stuffed toys....XD<br /><br />4. I have a lot of mood swings, I can go from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows in just a matter of seconds.<br /><br />5. I lock myself in my room and don't talk to anyone when I'm in a bad mood so I don't lash out at anyone.<br /><br />6. I hate family functions and big parties...<br /><br />7. Sometime, I wish I had an older brother, sure they're annoying, but they come in handy when you need someone to carry the heavy stuff or when a guy takes advantage of you.XD<br /><br />8. Although my big sister already has that part covered. (I love my shmoops)<br /><br />9. I love add maths.<br /><br />10. I have a very low self esteem.<br /><br />11. I love doing arts and craft, ie: making cards, earrings, anything to do with beads.<br /><br />12. I hate exercise.<br /><br />13. I love to eat...<br /><br />14. I like to read about gory killings, forensic science and such, even though I get seriously freaked out.<br /><br />and lastly,<br /><br />15. I dream of owning a pie store even though I can bake scratch. ><<br /><br />I shall spare others from having to do this, 'cause number sixteen is that I'm a nice person XD. Although, not knowing who to tag helps a lot too...Hardeeharhar...<br />Enjoy!Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-39298727057285739712008-09-21T22:12:00.003+08:002008-09-21T23:04:49.514+08:00Finally! A post after a million years of sunshine~After approximately three weeks from blogging, all I can say is phew!! But due to limited Internet time, this post will be as short as time will allow. It's certainly been a whirlwind of a time since I last blog, I'm bursting with news. But most exciting of all, I think everyone will agree, is the scholarship interview last Saturday.<br /><br />Waking up in the morning with your stomach full of butterflies, and having your legs turn like jelly throughout the whole day isn't exactly any one's idea of fun. But I think the whole experience was very enriching, to say the least!<br /><br />A few months ago, I applied for the School Achiever Scholarship Award (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SASA</span>) offered by HELP! university. Honestly, I never dreamed that I would be called in for the interview, but I was. Of course, when I received the e-mail saying that my application has progressed, I was apprehensive, and a bit reluctant. Why? Cause it would be my first ever interview!<br /><br />That morning, I think was worst than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PMR</span> results day. I had to endure an hour and a half of chem tuition. Through which I never even paid the slightest attention! My mind was a million miles away. All the way to HELP! I was fiddling with my hair, my nails, anything and everything that I could fiddle with. I walked in with literally jelly legs at about 12.15. I was so worried that I'd be one of the later few to register, but it turns out I was the earliest! The hall was empty save a few students with their (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kiasu</span>?) parents!<br /><br />After registering, my friends (Karina, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rui</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Zhi</span>, Kai Ru, and Mei Ling) and I sat down to talk to one the ex-recipients of the scholarship. All the grey-shirted people were very nice and generous with various advice.<br /><br />When the time came for the interviews, I discovered I was to be the first (among others) to be interview (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OHNO</span>!!!) But, it didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would since I like to get whatever done and over with as soon as possible. They brought us (three in a group, I was with Jason (Sultan Abdul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Samad</span>) and an Indian guy whose name I didn't quite catch), to a room.<br /><br />I pushed the glass door leading to the room, only to realise I was suppose to push! (so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">pai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">seh</span>!!!) Entering the room, I saw three people, a woman and two men, whom, despite their smiling faces, were still scary to me!<br /><br />Sadly to say I don't quite remember every single question he asked me, but here are just a few questions and comments from him(the head interviewer and self confessed bad guy).<br /><br />1. So, you want to be a teacher? To which I answered yes, although I'm not really sure exactly what my future profession would be. But this is one my options, so I answered yes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">lah</span>!!<br /><br />2. You sound very disgruntled at your teachers. (Yes I am)<br /><br />3. For example? (My school condones open burning which I do not)<br /><br />4. I'm asking about the teachers. (Well, the teachers in my school aren't teaching their major subjects, and that screws us up a little)<br /><br />5. For example? (Well, my form 4 chem teacher never ever taught. All he did was instruct us to copy the practicals. We never opened the text books once.)<br /><br />6. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Hmm</span>, you know the only way to change our education system is to become a politician. (o.O). One person is very hard to change the world...(Okay...that I know)<br /><br />7. So how much do you know about HELP!? (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hmm</span>...not much. But I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">HElP's</span> psychology department is probably one of the best)<br /><br />8. What about our achievements? (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Erm</span>.....)<br /><br />9. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">OMGAWD</span>!! You don't know what you're getting yourself into man!! (GULP!!)<br /><br />10. So how much do you know about A-levels? (Not much, only that it is tough)<br /><br />11. That's not a lot...(Hmm...yes...but I'm not applying for A-levels)<br /><br />12. Oh? So what are you applying for? (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Erm</span>...ADP?)<br /><br />13....Oh okay...So how mush do you know about ADP? ( I know that after studying a certain amount of time here, I transfer to an American uni and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">finsh</span> my course there, and get my cert from there)<br /><br />14. So, you're an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ICT</span> prefect. What do you do? (mostly clean up...ect.)<br /><br />15. And you were the chairperson for public speaking and debate competition? (yes)<br /><br />16. So you have public speaking experience...(yeah..I guess)<br /><br />17. Wow, you're an idealist. Welcome, to the real world man! (Hm....okay....*speechless*)<br /><br />18. Your essay (we had to submit an essay about our aspirations) was very strong, very vicious! (Okay....way weird, is that a good thing???o.O)<br /><br />After which I don't remember what happened. I just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">remeber</span> walking out, sweating bullets, and taking very very very deep breathes. PHEW!!!<br /><br />WOW!! After the interview, I was so high on adrenaline!! But yeah...after the high, it hit me...It wasn't so bad after all. Thinking about it, it's one way or the other, they either loved me and hated me. But I thank thank thank all the people who've supported me, namely my friends who were with me, my parents, Agnes ( i love you babe), and OBED <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">dg</span> for your prayers. Last but not least, to which I owe my very <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">existance</span>, Father God, I thank You so much for Your guidance through I could not have lived without.<br /><br />Now, there's an update for my very very bored spiders, who've so kindly endowed my boring blog with their cobwebs while waiting for my update, heaven knows what I'm talking about. Due to severe lack of sleep, I've used update and spiders in the same sentence twice each. It's a crime!!<br /><br />And now, dear spiders, I'm going to bed. *sigh* And shall see you all soon. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">xoxo</span><br /><br />*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ps</span>. no spiders were harmed in the writing of this post but I expect several readers will faint at my childish and less than savoury answers.Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-48013649975937049652008-09-05T18:01:00.006+08:002008-09-05T18:19:42.695+08:00Yet Another Lazy FridayI should have spent the afternoon studying physics 'cause I have a test tonight but ended up spending like 3 hours working on my brothers stupid project! As the annual mooncake festival draws near, more and more nonsense comes up, and my brother was required to make a lantern out of recyclables. So like many many other things, I, the loving, caring, (perasan betul!!) older sister had to do it for him...<br /><br />Luckily, a few days ago, there was a newspaper article on how to make your very own paper lantern!! What a coincidence, and it didn't look quite that bad either. Hence, we followed (most of) the instructions and here's how it turned out:-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiJfqub-vmR-UjutXLGmyPS2R9mNrWsgeH_-CLzEYYCkwo27pecdFL58Pa6NHWkOgmsN1EDc70mKui6yOHb5Cxg2kjY9-hHs74Yf3rehoo9IBNUQ3Ns2eJDa-Zmte8w_Pw-Gn0hXa91w/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiJfqub-vmR-UjutXLGmyPS2R9mNrWsgeH_-CLzEYYCkwo27pecdFL58Pa6NHWkOgmsN1EDc70mKui6yOHb5Cxg2kjY9-hHs74Yf3rehoo9IBNUQ3Ns2eJDa-Zmte8w_Pw-Gn0hXa91w/s320/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242478362308828002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8mOa0fGjDh2sd1uM4BJypZ0AObJDJAoBGNCGEfrVEfAE6yyh_hhKQWbwaMQaaKjWU3eJgjpuAyHDdJc1jajpd9FoiWWfB7bdCS0KCMEaDluPpX5WdiNrUhRjKLEnLlwHHiTKy3OAcpA/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8mOa0fGjDh2sd1uM4BJypZ0AObJDJAoBGNCGEfrVEfAE6yyh_hhKQWbwaMQaaKjWU3eJgjpuAyHDdJc1jajpd9FoiWWfB7bdCS0KCMEaDluPpX5WdiNrUhRjKLEnLlwHHiTKy3OAcpA/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242478540357629442" border="0" /></a><br />The two fronts- (yes that's quill art!! love it personally, great for making cards on special occasions)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5edTt3W7S9A5L2lykcZTvx_AtjcYbHmtf-YBZnVA45UnnKZ232x1gPXd3JOXZaRfaoY5rGIyP6-YB0uJdl12xUG5lVScSOKZsIfo8xXxeNvUJ4TKye8xuqOJ7d56jPZhfGwBKYvXZaE/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5edTt3W7S9A5L2lykcZTvx_AtjcYbHmtf-YBZnVA45UnnKZ232x1gPXd3JOXZaRfaoY5rGIyP6-YB0uJdl12xUG5lVScSOKZsIfo8xXxeNvUJ4TKye8xuqOJ7d56jPZhfGwBKYvXZaE/s320/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242478935003996594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FnGH5McUASbwma85oUiZsRRbmC_81iu4OX65dSc7rzukqZGGh-64F970DoKIZlSftcnkCqWPgc9PM9z8tFER2dHjJQaXVOu3FiPFY6u6dpJ7u5pwoQRl-rCnI2Qr8W4n1tBwMLW_a8w/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FnGH5McUASbwma85oUiZsRRbmC_81iu4OX65dSc7rzukqZGGh-64F970DoKIZlSftcnkCqWPgc9PM9z8tFER2dHjJQaXVOu3FiPFY6u6dpJ7u5pwoQRl-rCnI2Qr8W4n1tBwMLW_a8w/s320/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242479156779361106" border="0" /></a><br />This is how it looks when it's lit<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />After finishing, mummy suggested that before passing it up, we should enter it in the lantern-making competition held by our Taman. What do you think? Nice enough to win something? XD<br /><br />Tata~~<br /></div><br /><br /></div>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-52984468560317549652008-09-02T17:24:00.002+08:002008-09-02T17:37:34.687+08:00I Was Born On A pirate Ship!Last Saturday I went to youth as usual, this time round, I was in charge of welcome. After racking my brain for quite some time, I decided to just go with tongue twisters. So, as always, when you need info. you google it. And I found a lot of funny ones- Here are just some of my favorites:-<br /><br />How much wood would a woodchuck chuck<br />if a woodchuck could chuck wood?<br />He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,<br />and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would<br />if a woodchuck could chuck wood.<br /><br />Which witch wished which wicked wish?<br /><br />Many an anemone sees an enemy anemone.<br /><br />Of all the felt I ever felt,<br />I never felt a piece of felt<br />which felt as fine as that felt felt,<br />when first I felt that felt hat's felt.<br /><br />If one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor<br />who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the<br />doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does he doctor<br />the doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?<br /><br />Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager<br />imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?<br /><br />Then suddenly I came across this one, which to me is the funniest of all-<br /><br />I was born on a pirate ship<br /><br />When I saw it, I was naturally puzzled, thinking how does this classify as a tongue twister?<br />Then right below it I saw this <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">- hold your tongue while saying it.<br /><br />LOLs. Try it. Seriously. I got the giggles trying it, and couldn't stop after that. HAHA!!<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>I Was Born On A Pirate Ship!<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><small><em><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></em></small>Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-40506169699096975672008-08-29T15:50:00.002+08:002008-08-29T16:15:18.095+08:00Lazy FridaySince I quit add maths tuition, pretty much every Friday has been lazy. Today is no exception. Mummy and I went to Tesco to get my hair cut and to get some groceries. While waiting for the bus at the KJ bus station on the way home, I noticed this lady sitting next to me. When I turned around, she was staring at me, scowling!<br /><br />Raising one eyebrow, I wondered if I was doing anything improper. Looking around and checking my hair, I concluded that everything was alright and decided that the lady probably wasn't a nice one, then went back to staring into space waiting for the stupid bus driver.<br /><br />After a while, the same lady came over to my mom, and gave us her ticket, explaining that she had mistakenly bought it, forgetting that she could use her card. Surprised by her kind gesture, I mentally scolded myself for prejudging her as not being nice, asking myself why I'm so quick to judge people without knowing them first. Mentally, I apologised to the woman, i know she can't hear me, but just to appease my conscience, I apologised.<br /><br />Then, as I turned around again, I noticed she was staring right at me, with the same scowl!! I quickly looked away, thinking WhyWhyWhy is she staring at me like that!! I was seriously freaked out and till now, I still don't know what I did wrong. Weird woman!!<br /><br />Anyway, I've finished The Warrior Heir, maybe I'll post a synopsis, but I'm too lazy to do it right now. *sigh* Oh, just remembered, I'm gonna be the emcee for SMK Tropz high school prom!! Haha Thanks goes to Karina, who gave it up, and Sook Ting, who recommended me. Hope I'll do good!! Oh, and I'm working on a short story to send to The Star newspaper.<br />Personal motivation: Self-Satisfaction and the 100 ringgit they're paying...hehe (it all comes down to money anyway). Hope it turns out well and I'll get it published. Been meaning to write more so maybe this'll serve as motivation.<br /><br />Speaking bout lazy, I'm gonna go sleep, or I'll be dead for tonight's tuition.<br />Ciaozzzzzzzzzzzz~~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807949462829011523.post-485411852011864072008-08-26T18:19:00.002+08:002008-08-26T19:01:24.212+08:00Happy Birthday ChuinChuin!!Haha. Seriously happy birthday. Today hasn't been a dull day, so many events! Went to school early morning all pumped up because today's the day we've been waiting for. HuiChuin's B'day!! Haha<br /><br />Karina, Wee Vien, Cynthia, Sook Ting and I have been planning for so long to get HuiChuin's special present(hope you like it). Here's how it all started:<br /><br />Morning (before class starts): The five of us gathered in 5B waiting for Karina to arrive with the last piece. When she arrived, we decided not to wrap it because we were too lazy but at the same time we didn't want him to know what it was beforehand. Hence, we double wrapped it with plastic bags then put it into a paperbag.<br /><br />After "Wrapping": After we were satisfied, we were ready to give the lucky birthday boy his special present...And then we found out Jia Hui wasn't there! Jia Hui, oh, Jia Hui. She specifically asked us to wait for her as she too wanted to see his reaction.<br /><br />Hence we waited for recess. After moral period, Jia Hui was sent to delay HuiChuin from going down to the canteen, while we waited for Sook Ting to come back from class.<br /><br />Not long after, with the present in hand, we ambushed the birthday boy singing "happy birthday to you~~". He quickly blushed and hurried into the class (pai seh). After finished singing, we forced him to open his present.<br /><br />He slowly took out the black bag and peeled it off. Then the next. And then...He pulled out the box slowly... And turned around blushing and swearing at the same time. That's about when we burst out laughing. HuiChuin, HuiChuin. He turned as red as a tomato!!<br /><br />Then he proceeded to take out the present piece by piece, admiring the beautiful decorations we drew on. There were so many colours! Red, Blue, green!! LOL<br /><br />If you still don't know what it is. Yes, it was underwear. Shall refrain from posting pictures so as to spare HuiChuin from further embarrassment.<br /><br />Haiz...Then physics!! Pn. Hani, our dear, pregnant, emotional physics teacher. Refused to let us do our presentation the next lesson. Because Yee Ling forgot to bring her pen-drive (sorry if I was cold). But we did the best we could, hope the class understood what we were talking about.<br /><br />Came home and found out that my School Acheiver Scholarship Award has been accepted!!! ARGGGHH!! Now I have to go for an interview, which I'm not looking forward to. I totally, absolutely, did not expect this. I wrote my essay simply, thinking I wouldn't get it. And now...<br />WOW!! Speechless. Pray that God leads me through this, I definitely won't go away empty handed, so I give this to You, God. Hope I glorify Your Name with this.<br /><br />Anyway, eventful day, lol.<br />Ciaoz~~Sapphirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727555239692631172noreply@blogger.com0