<?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-7527405669463150529</id><updated>2012-01-30T13:06:36.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>☆strawberrykimmie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4820442975597278177</id><published>2012-01-30T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:06:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Nuuu!</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying to find a new blogskin really desperately and I've failed!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SORRY ALL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4820442975597278177?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4820442975597278177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4820442975597278177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4820442975597278177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4820442975597278177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-nuuu.html' title='Oh Nuuu!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7950087201536833580</id><published>2012-01-28T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:59:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesum People</title><content type='html'>Realized that I've been such an asshole lately because all I think about are the friends I can't have. I really gotta start caring much much more about the ones who go through the hell of listening to me talk about the ones who aren't there. Sorry I took you all for granted :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been acting like a jerk recently... Getting angry, being tired, acting childish when I'm just so tired, spamming emo tweets~ Thank you so much for being so understanding about my tough training schedule. And to those who always reply to my emo emo tweets, thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk is useless, only actions will be able to make you understand that I'm truly grateful. Well, time to make more time for the people that make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7950087201536833580?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7950087201536833580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7950087201536833580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7950087201536833580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7950087201536833580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/awesum-people.html' title='Awesum People'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3436439233474508288</id><published>2012-01-28T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:21:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4 Way Through the Dark Tunnel</title><content type='html'>Blog posts so sad. Anyway, I've recently finished reading all the updates of another shoujo manga called L&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;DK. It's been brightening up my mood for the past few days 'coz I'm such a sucker for romance. Comedy too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel super tired this week but what to do? Trained everyday from Wed till Sat. Morning training continuously for 3 days is seriously hell. I'm really confused over whether I should go for training even though I feel so tired. It's like I already know I can't produce many good sets today and on top of that, if I go for training I will not have the option to slack so I might just push myself over and get injured or fall sick. Then again it's not like I can skip training so easily. High responsibility here over this and a few other matters. Other matters such as firstly, the boat I'm using needs to be taken care of very carefully, secondly, I have to be conscious that I'm going to become a senior so I have to learn how to be a good one fast, and so on. On the side note, I don't think I'll get to experience being a junior for much longer because of all the newbiez coming in, damnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish for more time. It's like my holidays flew past and school is starting next week. I guess I signed a deal with the devil. I get the opportunity to go to Hwa Chong and continue canoeing in exchange for litte, controlled freedom and much torture. Yep. Today was the Geog challenge and I didn't attend at all :/ I wonder how it went yet I'm a bit scared to ask because I didn't go when I said I would. What I did today was instead: Go for training, lunch at HC (supposedly Kee Wei's farewell lunch, that's the only reason I went) (Kee Wei is last year's boys team captain and he's very very nice), a bit of study session then rush off to meet Vanessa at airport, super late for church so I didn't go (guilty again), slept from about 6.30~8.30 and I've been slacking for the last two hours... (wow I just realized...) Sigh, life's in a MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, training was quite depressing. My timings seemingly deproved drastically from last year even though I can say that I've been training much harder than before. Perhaps I just need more time to catch back up but I would definitely not like to stagnate at the same timing for a year, plus the fact that I'm training much harder. On the other hand, I felt so tired today while doing sets. Halfway through my second 1000m set I started having a runny nose which shows that I haven't been sleeping enough. Yep, so I don't know why I sorta slowed down. Also, the teacher said something about my mentality that really pissed me off. I fight back okay, maybe not all the time but I do try. I really hate it when I'm here trying so hard and there you are, easily saying that I'm NOT. Haven't you seen me fight back and catch up? Last time, even though I was 25m behind (a whole buoy!), I caught up with my opponent, and just because today I was quite tired and you said that about me, I was kinda pissed -.- Thanks. That day even, you said 2 people in our team had weak mentalities just because they did not come for training. I think they are smart people who know how to rest and actually have the guts to. I felt that it was really horrible of you to say such things behind their back even though they also train hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh okay, I gotta stop talking about training before I get "found out" just because I wrote something wrong. Hm, how about no kaypoh people at my blog huh? Please press the X button on the top right if you're one! Okay, although I haven't blogged all out, I need to practise some guitar now before tomorrow's class. I haven't touched it in two weeks! Deaaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's two camwhore photos like I used to post before :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5IEqC51eok/TyQQ6WfYv9I/AAAAAAAABBU/X1UNDXCmAik/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5IEqC51eok/TyQQ6WfYv9I/AAAAAAAABBU/X1UNDXCmAik/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702701622813573074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC-MVeOADYs/TyQQ6nA93GI/AAAAAAAABBg/oPBulxCOyyY/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC-MVeOADYs/TyQQ6nA93GI/AAAAAAAABBg/oPBulxCOyyY/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702701627249384546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cam! Promised you guys some high quality pix x) so here's some of myself hahahahaha. Anw that's the dress I wore for CNY second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEEEEEEERS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3436439233474508288?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3436439233474508288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3436439233474508288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3436439233474508288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3436439233474508288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/34-way-through-dark-tunnel.html' title='3/4 Way Through the Dark Tunnel'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5IEqC51eok/TyQQ6WfYv9I/AAAAAAAABBU/X1UNDXCmAik/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-338569756479401660</id><published>2012-01-26T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:09:42.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>Sian ;_; your mum tells me not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it. I don't know what to feel anymore :'( I'm so angry and sad; frustrated. I don't understand why your mum says "I think he doesn't know how to tell you" or something like that. Haven't you known me well enough to understand that I'll accept whatever you think is embarrassing or 'weird' about yourself because I consider you a very good friend. In fact best friends once and now I don't know where we stand - friends, are we even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just, feel so sad :'( and I think about it everyday, how you're not around. I always wonder when you're coming back. New Year? Maybe when IP starts... Chinese New Year...? It didn't happen... How am I going to react when you come back? Ignore you? 'Cause I'm so so frustrated. Talk to you? It's so awkward to do so because I have no idea what to say. "Oh you're back." I just decided to go for the 'natural' reaction, but what will it be? Will I get so angry that I cry, like in the dream? The fact that there's training almost everyday makes it barely bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy I guess. I hate it. I hate how I cannot be fully happy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-338569756479401660?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/338569756479401660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=338569756479401660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/338569756479401660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/338569756479401660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5865057289487779863</id><published>2012-01-23T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:26:04.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting It Up!!!</title><content type='html'>I think what's been missing all this time is good music omg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm also a bit bipolar oh noooz 'cos I'm suddenly so happy now heheheheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to THE BOYS. SNSD needs a new single NOW NOW NOW and I need to go find new kpop songs now now now oh goshhhz :X Slacking feels damn good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I'm setting up my camera now. High quality shots soon yeah lolol xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5865057289487779863?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5865057289487779863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5865057289487779863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5865057289487779863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5865057289487779863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/setting-it-up.html' title='Setting It Up!!!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3591424450297625270</id><published>2012-01-23T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T03:02:27.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY?</title><content type='html'>Been emo-ing these past few days, or more accurately, I'm not as bubbly as before. It's all about forcing myself to see the light, it doesn't come naturally, that fresh feeling everyday when I greet my friends and classmates. I miss KC. I'm tired 24/7 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss staying up late and having friends to pei me online. And going to sleep together with that friend so I won't be online alone because I won't ever want to sign-off if it wasn't for that other person signing off too. The online atmosphere feels really lonely now... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... and everything just feels not right. Perhaps it's just this weird transition period to JC. Sigh. I don't wanna go to sleep... I need someone to tell me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm not making any sense but I'll post this anyway. Not really in the CNY mood though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in the CNY mood it'll be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY YEAR OF THE &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WATER DRAGON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try to be fake happy because I find it disgusting. But I hate being sad and burdening my friends too. I also don't know how to find real happiness also. I sound so dumb, k nvm lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3591424450297625270?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3591424450297625270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3591424450297625270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3591424450297625270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3591424450297625270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY?'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7230243173101927445</id><published>2012-01-18T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:22:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI!</title><content type='html'>Dear dear online sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I've got myself in a mess. I thought the place that I wished so hard to get into was a haven. What could've gone wrong? I had motivation, I had determination, wasn't that all I needed? Well no, it's wasn't enough, and what I signed up for was actually hell on earth. What's wrong with this place you ask? The mastermind. The person who's in-charge of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scolding scolding scolding.&lt;/span&gt; That's all I remember from training. I don't find happiness in improving myself anymore, I see it as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chore&lt;/span&gt; now. Just to go down and get scolded. Don't you know any other way to communicate? You always talk about using the best methods but what you're using is the worst. It makes people want to walk away and never come back and all you do is scold the rest as though it's their fault when they're the ones that are keeping it alive. You blame yourself too but have you ever asked yourself what is that problem about you that makes people want to stay away? Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being forced to do things. I HATE IT. You're gonna tell me things like: Well get used to it. But seriously, how can a person improve exponentially without the want to. Impossible, all that happens is little and slow improvement. All I think about is leaving. Leaving this screwed up place 'cos all it gives me is STRESS I SWEAR OMG AND I'M SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no RANT post. 'Cos even after I talk about it, no weight is gone -.- This is s e r i o u s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side. I took of my braces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7230243173101927445?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7230243173101927445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7230243173101927445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7230243173101927445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7230243173101927445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/fyi.html' title='FYI!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-258028291622633085</id><published>2012-01-09T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:36:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy Start</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's high time I blogged because I have so damn much pent up feelings I wish to release in the hopes of feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I got back my O level results. I got 9, same as my prelim score but what the heck. I got B3 for English!? A2 for Chem!? B3 for combined humans!? These didn't meet my expectations, but here's the few that did: A1 for Emath, A1 for AMATHS, A1 FOR PHYSICS and A1 for GEOGRAPHY! Omg! I don't intend to brag but seriously, I didn't expect to get A1 for Physics and Geog. Yes I worked hard but then, for Physics, I really felt that I screwed the paper and for Geog, I have never gotten an A1 in my sec3/4 life! Right now as I'm blogging, I feel really insecure about my English. I mean B3!? Come on lah... whatever it's over~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2: Girls team issues &amp;amp; HC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yesterday and the few days before, I was really reconsidering about whether I should join HC. Well you see, I'm not really comfortable in the girls team. I mean, they're nice and all but so guai! I just don't know how to put it, it's just so... standard and unteammish. I barely laugh during training anymore, not to mention, I find their jokes funny so I guess it's just because I'm different lah, they're not horrible people or whatever. But in the end, I'm choosing to go to HC. It feels like the best option. Mmhm, hopefully I'll make my own friends there and feel much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3... I don't know whether to type this out or not but it's been on my mind 24/7. Klieow. Omg :( My (used to be?) very good friend, who's suddenly gone missing for 1 freaking whole month. At first I was bloody hell worried but then, it seems that he's alive but just shutting everyone else out. I call his hp, its off. I call his hse, he leaves the phone hanging. I've started to think that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. No birthday wish, no good luck for O level results, NOTHING. And I thought we were good friends? Sometimes I blame myself, maybe it's because I show too little care so I don't deserve to get a birthday wish, like maybe I should have gone to his house to check out whether he's really fine and all but now that he's rejecting all my calls should I even go? It seems that he doesn't want to see me at all. Maybe my persistence is just pissing him off. Ergh, speak of the devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh this post didn't really help but ohwell! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-258028291622633085?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/258028291622633085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=258028291622633085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/258028291622633085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/258028291622633085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/bumpy-start.html' title='Bumpy Start'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4845448588155391787</id><published>2012-01-01T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:57:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The holidays have been hectic for me. It was mainly made up of HC training which is only partially fun (it's only fun when Sarah is around... I have a lot to say about this but I don't even know if I can spill my feelings here, I'm short of time now anyway so I'll save it for some other time maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, here is my birthday wishlist! I don't think anybody will really see this but if anyone asks me what I want for my birthday, well, I'll direct them here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishlist in no particular order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my own Build-A-Bear! It would be so romantic if my future bf let me do this woohooh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mangas, well I need Gakuen Alice 10! I have 11 and I'm gonna get 12 so 10 would really be appreciated! B.O.D.Y. from Vol 10 and abv, Fruits Basket from Vol 3 and abv would also be appreciated very much! I told quite a few people I want manga for my birthday so I hope no one clashes (it'd be real sad, but I don't have many friends anyway so I don't think it'll clash at all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want anime too lol, Fairy Tail, Gakuen Alice, Junjou Romantica, Air Gear, hm, there may be more but I can't remember at the moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I want a Brasca (spellcheck?) X paddle! Coach said that he'd rent me for 20$ per month but I'm too paiseh. I don't really want to buy it 'cos I'm scared it'll label me as K1 for the rest of my life 'cos I have a different paddle. And my days of bringing my paddle around is coming to an end because we're prolly moving back to Macr next week so there's no need to bring it from Kallang to Macr and back... but I don't have a paddle now... okay let's not talk like I'm getting in. Honestly I'm reluctant to get in and yet I'm scared that I won't get in ._. Argh Okay forget the paddle... I just wish that if I had to take K1 for Canoe Marathon, I'll get to use my favourite boat and my favourite paddle and if it's not asking for too much, my favourite life jacket too (KC no. 11)! Gah but that's just a faraway dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, there isn't really much to this list but maybe I'll update when I think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things money can't give:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my whole clique to be there for my bday celebration @ USS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one of my very good friends to stop ignoring my calls and call me back/wish me/talk to me, dude I miss you v much ok. It's really depressing. I need to blog this out too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want time to go out with Jol/Char/Hilary/Nerin/Classmates, everyone srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more friends in the HC team... I just feel v alone when Van/Mel/Sarah are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna end post here 'cos there's trg tmr and I need to prep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I dislike getting foody presents. If you're thinking about getting me food, I would like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese mini peanut butter cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haagan Dazs coffee ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, as for my favourite biscuit, it is Loackers! the normal choco one! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4845448588155391787?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4845448588155391787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4845448588155391787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4845448588155391787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4845448588155391787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/hny.html' title='HNY!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8027579155515157786</id><published>2011-11-24T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:52:31.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Fault</title><content type='html'>:'(Just spoke to Mrs. L on the phone after smsing her. I told her my feelings about how I was very concerned about how there is only one December training. Guess I was a bit rude... 'cos she thought I was rude... and asked me to called her so I did... and then she said stuff... which made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that I was trying to be a hero captain even though I'm not a captain anymore. And that she'll look at me funny when I want to help the team next time. I asked her why and she explained that it's become during my term of being vice-cap I never even was a hero captain. And she made it sound like a didn't do much so I guess... yeah. She said some other stuff like how this came from MOE... Hiiaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loser right? To not be able to do anything well on the bright side - I tried. It feels so sad that she thinks that I was a lousy vice-capt. My mind is telling me I am not by showing me all the memories but in my heart I'm still doubting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm only typing this out 'cos I don't know where else to go. It feels lonely. But I want to be alone because I don't want to bother other people to have to listen to such a shitty story. I just want something to be happy about or perhaps someone to hug and cry on till I can't cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Don't pity me, it'll just make you sad too. Time to wash up and pretend to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8027579155515157786?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8027579155515157786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8027579155515157786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8027579155515157786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8027579155515157786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s My Fault'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7889288895650423322</id><published>2011-11-16T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:48:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic!</title><content type='html'>Wow blogger is blue!? Hoho, I'm quite tired now so I'm just going to try to do a quick post and hopefully go watch some Junjou Romantica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well O levels ended on Monday with Physics MCQ... wow it seemed so long ago because this 3 days was really packed! On Monday, went shopping with Tess. First we got psychoed by 2 guys who wanted to do some survey. They were from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Herbalife&lt;/span&gt;. They tried to persuade us to pay about $75 just to go to Orchard to drink breakfast for 10 days. It was quite reasonable because they seemed like the honestly wanted to help us lose weight, but then there was this woman there who was super irritating. We said that we have to ask our parents first 'cos we're still 16/17 and all and she was like, "Don't you have any savings? You need to ask you parents if you can buy McDonalds?" Bitchhh. Well then after that we went to H&amp;amp;M, where we &lt;u&gt;did not buy anything&lt;/u&gt;. So disappointing! Most of the clothes there were for winter. Well I guess you can say that it's not as great as it seems, seriously. Ok then after that we went to F21, then proceeded to Takashimaya then Wisma (where I saw my mum O_O) and then Ion. Mm, it was really fun. After that met up with my mum and bought almost all the stuff I really wanted :) Went home with, 1 grad dress, 2 shirts, 1 shorts hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday, I went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HC trg&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. (7.30am @ Macr) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;TORTURE MAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's insta-red ('cos I didn't put sunblock), insta-blister trg. Today (Tuesday) I officialy have 9 blisters just on my hands. Woke up at 5.50 and took 48 then chged to 166 @ Little India! I took raptor and we did a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2k warmup, 2k x5 time trial then 4k warmdown&lt;/span&gt;. Was damn slow :( Got trashed by the girls team hahah. Anyway I just wanted to record my timings and what I did, so I thought I'll just blog them. Well, first 2k set was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 13.34&lt;/span&gt;, second was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.10&lt;/span&gt; and then the subsequent timings were plus about 1 minute each set which was really depressing. But hey, I tried hard. And the boat is damn squeezy! Sigh, too fat alr. Went with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wenqi&lt;/span&gt;, this CGS girl who also DSAed. She's really funny and entertaining seriously. Damn cute hahah and fun to talk to/joke arnd with. So happy that we're like 'future teammates', &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; too hoho. Trg was really tough. I started to think about food at like 10.30am. Trg ended at arnd 12 and then I took bus and only got food at like 1 plus nearing 2 I think D: Afthat I went home and watched one ep of Fairy Tail, then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amila&lt;/span&gt;'s sch! We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; after that. Was damn fun meeting her again. I realized we were only friends in sch for like 2 yrs (in sec1 and sec2) before she transferred to Broadrick, and now we're still best friends! Hooray Hoohah :D We went to PastaMania first, then New Look, then CarreFour (idk how to sp) and then a lot of places la! I bought 39 bucks worth of sports attire, 1 iPhone portable charger and one superman dri-fit which is ubercool! :B Well, then I went home and finally watched 1 ep of Junjou Romantica I mean srsly 1 ep a day is NOT ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another hectic day. Went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HC trg&lt;/span&gt; again and I was gonna be late so got mum to send... Well then for trg we did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rounds at the bay, followed by 5 x 1k time trial I think, then 4 x 500+250m then 4k warmdown&lt;/span&gt; if I'm not wrong. My 1k time trial was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.20&lt;/span&gt; (going up) then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.30&lt;/span&gt;, (going down), then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, then 6.23? (notsure) but yeah 6 MINS orz. Peter came down, haha. Was thinking about some nostalgic stuff during trg too sigh. And my 11:11 wish didn't come true today sigh sigh. Ok well then aft trg went to meet mum at&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Parkway&lt;/span&gt;! Picked sis up from her sch then went to eat at PastaMania, then aft that bro went to cut hair then we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt;! Was actually supposed to get retainers today but my teeth still had some gaps. Aw, probably next month. Which is damn fast and cool. ^^v He put invisible rubber bans this time. Then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;cut hair at Wisma&lt;/span&gt;. Looks awesome now! My hairdresser was a Japanese, and I looked more Japanese when I went out of the shop :) Went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;guitar class @ Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt; though I was 30 mins late. It's seriously very fun to play. I hope I can get my own guitar soon so I can practise! After that did eyebrow shaping at Tampines1 lol PAIN ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go put aloe vera cream for my sunburn and then hopefully have enough episode to watch one ep of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Junjou Romantica&lt;/span&gt;... ta! Sorry for the long blogpost with no pics. Will try to write more interestingly so even I would want to read it in the future again~ Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7889288895650423322?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7889288895650423322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7889288895650423322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7889288895650423322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7889288895650423322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hectic.html' title='Hectic!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7183717671753428782</id><published>2011-11-12T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:07:08.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Anime!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy! This anime is purely romance and, I just love it even though it's yaoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a limit to how much you can love somebody?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I hurt him and get hurt by him,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself far from hating him, actually hoping that those wounds would scar like burns...&lt;br /&gt;... because then you can never forget me.&lt;br /&gt;And you will never, ever be able to leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone so madly and helplessly like this...&lt;br /&gt;I will never love like this again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junjou Romantica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I bought Yakitate! Japan last Friday and have almost finished the whole series. Yum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7183717671753428782?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7183717671753428782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7183717671753428782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7183717671753428782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7183717671753428782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Back to Anime!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6156914814453447406</id><published>2011-10-28T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:39:11.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful Shorts</title><content type='html'>Just read a sweet tumblr post. I was happy till I remembered some horrible memories halfway through. And then, I continued to read it but I somewhat knew that I'm not eligible for such a fairytale anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, nevermind. I still believe in "It can only make you sad if you allow it to." Gonna stay strong and fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I met someone who makes me smile whenever I think of the brief memory we shared. In that sense, at least I have some stuff to bank on to make me auto-happy. Alas, it's been a week since we last met and I'm definitely going to train hard in the hopes of seeing you again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6156914814453447406?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6156914814453447406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6156914814453447406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6156914814453447406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6156914814453447406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-colourful-shorts.html' title='Colourful Shorts'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8552594721909151314</id><published>2011-10-11T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:07:32.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've blogged. I guess I was compelled to come online today because I felt the need to release some unwanted feelings. Actually I've been feeling the need to blog for these past few days but never got up to it because once I actually got here, I'll forget the intensity of my feelings and decide to not blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's one feeling that has struck me deeply. Well you see it all started out when a group of friends spontaneously decided that I would be the first to marry. For what reason, I don't know, they agreed on that it would be me, then they started going on about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I don't think I'll get a boyfriend. And if you ask me personally be it verbally whatsoever, I'll tell you all the superficial reasons why. I mean firstly, I don't have time. I want to pursue my canoeing career, and my studies. And if you delve a little deeper (for those kaypohs who are not satisfied with my first reasoning), I'll tell you that I never really had a 'crush' before so I don't really know... you know that feeling where you go crazy over a guy? When you see him, when he gestures to you, when he messages you, I don't know what you girls get crazy over but yeah, you see my point? So I don't even think I'll have any crushes. (Eyecandys are different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you many reasons, but all in all they're for the same reason - to hide the truth. I don't think I'm good enough. I've been through so much these past 2 years, and did some things I regret so badly. It still haunts me every time I think about some past events. I don't want a nice capable guy to have a girl like me. That's why when people talk about getting a bf in JC, I'll stand my ground - no. (Esp if you know what JC I'm aspiring to go to maybe you'll understand a bit more, but I doubt you'd understand much because I'm purposely writing in such an ambiguous manner, so feel free to make your own conjectures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see that I'm absolutely not comfortable talking about this topic, so please don't ask me what do you regret and whatever. I'm getting used to talking about the aforementioned (relationships) so it's okay you don't need to avoid such an interesting topic around me, just don't talk about me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to focus on studying... yeah. I guess the next time I blog will be perhaps after O's. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8552594721909151314?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8552594721909151314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8552594721909151314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8552594721909151314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8552594721909151314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretending.html' title='Pretending'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5773587523739180493</id><published>2011-09-29T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:48:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I forgot to rant about something else. I need to get all of this off my chest so I can study in peace so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand people who look down on me or underestimate me. It's the feeling I get when teachers don't know my name or when someone else claims that so, so and so are smart in class and the rest are just average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do sound jealous but it's like how you know you've got this under your belt yet the person still asks you "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure&lt;/span&gt;?". Maybe the reason why I'm not acknowledged is because I don't work as hard, which is fair, or because I just have some kind of bland character. Maybe I'm just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess these are just worthless thoughts. Now that I've thought through, there's really not much merits to being known or talked about anyway. It's irritating and comes with a set of high expectations. So now I know what to do when these thoughts start tugging at the hem of my mind like a spoiled child - ignore them. Practice makes perfect and soon it won't affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reflection done! Although it took long, at least I got some morals out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5773587523739180493?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5773587523739180493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5773587523739180493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5773587523739180493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5773587523739180493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6350710350493697985</id><published>2011-09-29T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:27:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Lap</title><content type='html'>Days are starting to become exacting. No matter how much I complete, there's always more and that is what sickens me. If I actually do reach a destination, no time can be wasted and thus the same routine continues. Unfortunately, the extreme mundanity of my life right now is torturous yet necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interactions between friends have fallen significantly and this will inevitably lead to a rise in miscommunications. Thus, I really hope that everyone understands this to prevent broken friendships and relationships gone sour. What everyone needs now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;. To trust your friends, that they have good intentions and perhaps it was just said wrongly or perceived differently; that they are mature enough not to flare up over trivial matters. It is not the time for fighting and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we're all suffering alone together but yet everyone must&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that the total, as well as each individuals' strength is increased from each others' support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, my L1R5 decreased by more than half for prelims, hooray :) Jiayou everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6350710350493697985?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6350710350493697985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6350710350493697985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6350710350493697985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6350710350493697985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-lap.html' title='Last Lap'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6690507952475438425</id><published>2011-09-21T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:41:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Many birthday's coming up/missed so I gotta get ready the presents for... (Making mental note)&lt;br /&gt;Not in order whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Sarah *&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Amila&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;Dianty&lt;br /&gt;Godma&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;man this list is damn long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6690507952475438425?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6690507952475438425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6690507952475438425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6690507952475438425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6690507952475438425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3732840388436278331</id><published>2011-09-19T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:44:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>I've had this urge to blog since yesterday, for no concrete reason I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Geog Paper 2. After the paper Vik, Hilary and I went to eat breakfast at Macs and then rented 2 movies from Video Ezy and came to my house to watch. They were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Mr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ezinemark.com/imagemanager1/files/2010/2/9/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 592px;" src="http://img.ezinemark.com/imagemanager1/files/2010/2/9/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;INCEPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smashingshare.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/03_inception_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 555px; height: 822px;" src="http://www.smashingshare.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/03_inception_movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two freaking awesome movies. It was my first time watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mrs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Smith&lt;/span&gt; and my second time watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;INCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;. Inception is mind-blowing, you just needa watch it more than once to understand it's awesomeness. Plus it has Leonardo Dicaprio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also quite significant, I mean, it's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kor's birthday&lt;/span&gt; (and several other people's) and also three years after our wedding HAHAH. Secondary 1 times. Can't believe I was so !@#$%^ then. What's the word for it? Annoying? Childish? Well, refer to posts @ &lt;a href="http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh boy I love reading my posts back then, it's so light-hearted and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also my Godma's birthday! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so serious now. HAHA, WHATEVER. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'M STILL MYSELF ANYWAYS!&lt;/span&gt; (When am I ever that serious? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading some of my Secondary 1 posts I feel so paiseh LOL. My typing is so different now HEEHHAHAHEHEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3732840388436278331?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3732840388436278331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3732840388436278331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3732840388436278331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3732840388436278331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/semi-movie-marathon.html' title='Semi-Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3473938283466443702</id><published>2011-09-15T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:45:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~</title><content type='html'>Listening to Westlife songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know they were so awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest sin commited man, what did I do so right to deserve to listen to this heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a boy sang one of their songs to me I'll +5. If it's a song from them that I like, +10! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3473938283466443702?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3473938283466443702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3473938283466443702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3473938283466443702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3473938283466443702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/lalala.html' title='Lalala~'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8617229408819512268</id><published>2011-09-15T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:01:44.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuable Lesson</title><content type='html'>In the middle of prelims now. Near the end at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Sunday I went out with Gina (this is a fake name), and it was alright at first. Then I got hurt really badly because I found out that she didn't accept me for who I was. Not only that, she was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that someone would see us going out together. All this time I always thought I could go to her and even regarded her as sort of a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;, someone I can be myself, go all out to. I won't need to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; anything. Well I guess I was wrong, then slowly I've started to realize I've been wrong all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last part she offered to walk me home because it was on her way, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because I just couldn't stand hearing anymore of what she felt. I felt so horrible then, but then after I broke down she started being nice to me and she totally changed on the spot. After that she's been trying to patch up our friendship but I know &lt;u&gt;it'll never be the same&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed, I guess. I'm not so naive now, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries I haven't given up on the world. Why? It's because of all my other friends who make me believe in friendship and love. (Not in order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hilary&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amila&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dorea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt; and many more... My clique... Classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name is not here, not to worry I like you too for even bothering to come here and care for me. (Unless you're a hater haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that life's &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; now with all that worry put behind and delt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now go out into the world with an almost full smile on my face (I'm still praying to God for strength to be able to forgive myself for some other things). But nontheless,&lt;em&gt; I'm still happy&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a piece of advise for all you people out there seeking happiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgiving is FREEDOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now set yourself free because nobody else has the ability to hold you back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spread the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8617229408819512268?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8617229408819512268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8617229408819512268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8617229408819512268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8617229408819512268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/valuable-lesson.html' title='Valuable Lesson'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-262320663290677141</id><published>2011-09-09T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:01:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Writing So Strangely Too?</title><content type='html'>You know those movies where the protagonist starts acting weird when a certain date is coming? Well I guess that's what my life is like right now because I cannot think of any other reason for my peculiar behavior. I mean, I don't think I'm consciously acting this way, I really don't know why I am. Stress perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of know I pushed everything aside. There wasn't really any proper closure, which would explain why the memories still haunt vehemently at times. Well, all I can say is that tomorrow's gonna be a strange day - the part where I'm not spending it with you, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I always wanted to take it slow hahah. Okay stop, I feel uncomfortable already. Woots, night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-262320663290677141?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/262320663290677141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=262320663290677141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/262320663290677141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/262320663290677141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-am-i-writing-so-strangely-too.html' title='Why Am I Writing So Strangely Too?'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-239033441734099209</id><published>2011-09-07T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:57:38.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doink</title><content type='html'>Deleted the last post but here's a summary of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like having to make a reference to my past experience of RS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I terminate my fickleness and stand my ground. I'm tired of typing something and then backspacing just because I feel that it's not good enough or not what I truly want to express. If I keep doing that, I'll NEVER be able to articulate myself as well as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I feel that I should talk and type more coherently because my obvious lack of effort to do so makes it extremely difficult to understand what I actually want to say. Therefore &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a) Not be lazy to back up something I've said,&lt;br /&gt;b) think clearly before saying things and&lt;br /&gt;c) become more decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't think I was like this before so it won't be all that hard to return. Just need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;++confidence&lt;/span&gt; and get the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;spunk&lt;/span&gt; back inline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUNCE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-239033441734099209?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/239033441734099209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=239033441734099209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Yesterday was a day with minimal regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you feel better now (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I daoed your sms!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;;shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6700824613854345102?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6700824613854345102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6700824613854345102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6700824613854345102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6700824613854345102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-for.html' title='A Post for'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1194956442601394867</id><published>2011-08-18T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:20:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyesight's worsening as the clock ticks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 17 hours since I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5355398815163535253</id><published>2011-08-18T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:27:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>Obsession I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers can express themselves through their area of expertise.&lt;br /&gt;What about us athletes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm dying to express myself without an outlet. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/czu7CvMpIYY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/azJE_P-c7Sk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/luFZ2Z5lvIY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Koon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bz042RRnjhk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Angelo and Amanda! Go see all their routines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Katee x Joshua pairing! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fs9elnS2-rM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5355398815163535253?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5355398815163535253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5355398815163535253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5355398815163535253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5355398815163535253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/czu7CvMpIYY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5541885427837781845</id><published>2011-08-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:23:14.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate looking at your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate remembering how we used to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate  seeing you hurt because I can't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;what's worst of all is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we talk so awkwardly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and that's what I hate the most. dnycP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5541885427837781845?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5541885427837781845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5541885427837781845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5541885427837781845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5541885427837781845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4769337279194920356</id><published>2011-08-10T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:31:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel like this every time you pull away. You're slowly slipping out of my grasp. The more nervous I get, the more sweaty my palms become, the faster you slide, away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life. Please, I'm begging. Don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MEETING FRIENDS LIKE TESS TSENG. SHE CRACKS ME UP ANY WHERE ANY TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for her because she never fails to ask me if I'm alright after reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4769337279194920356?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4769337279194920356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4769337279194920356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4769337279194920356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4769337279194920356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6706204361283841075</id><published>2011-08-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:08:16.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Rant</title><content type='html'>Now that we're no more I feel like there's no place to vent. If you're a reader, you're probably sick and tired of reading the same crap but hell i'm ranting here so go watch youtube if you aren't interested! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you have been my best friend? Why couldn't you have waited? You know, maybe you could've gained my utmost trust with time and effort. I sound as though i think the world revolves around me but bear with me because this is merely a small percentage of all my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? You know why? It's cause you were freaking hell the only person who i could tell everything to and now there's no- ah to hell forget it. What's done is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is enough of me for the whole world to see. Even on my own blog i can't express myself fully. Partly cause of my articulation skills and also because i don't want whatever i say/think to create a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala WHATEVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimmie iphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6706204361283841075?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6706204361283841075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6706204361283841075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6706204361283841075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6706204361283841075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/iphone-rant.html' title='iPhone Rant'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-9167084566298593426</id><published>2011-08-07T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T02:16:56.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random~</title><content type='html'>It's 2am, I'm still on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are you doing? I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply. Of course, there's no reason to be here after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's so funny. How memories can be warped. How something so clear then can be so fuzzy now. You remember your decision back then, and tell yourself you should have taken the other route. Then when you trace back, wondering why you chose otherwise, finding yourself back to square one, making the decision which you have already made. What more do you want of yourself? The rest is out of your control, there was nothing you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you conceive the possibility of that statement being a lie. A mere hoax to soothe you. In fact, there was plenty, you just chose otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop being such a weirdo. NIGHT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-9167084566298593426?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/9167084566298593426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=9167084566298593426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/9167084566298593426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/9167084566298593426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html' title='Random~'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1100791912200846185</id><published>2011-08-07T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:58:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compulsion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know why I'm online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like how I was compelled to go to the library during free period on Friday and there, I took interest in a book and miraculously decided to borrow it. Since when did I ever borrow from the school library or any library for that matter? Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the only miracle. As hard as it is to believe, I finished the book yesterday (Saturday). It's titled "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tell No One&lt;/span&gt;" by Harlan Coben and it's a suspense thriller infused with romance, my favourite genre, of course. Best read (only read), since my Twilight streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it got me thinking deeper I guess, as with all reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfaction maybe?&lt;/span&gt; - The answer to my initial question I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what am I looking for in the first place? How confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't understand myself, who ever will. People always say they're trying to find themselves, I've never regarded myself as one of those lost sheep but now at least I can empathize a little. I don't even know what I'm rambling on about now, maybe I'm just tired. Or maybe that's just an excuse. I sort of know what I'm looking for, I guess. A friend. A friend who I can pour everything out to. It's not that I don't love my friends now. I just know the feeling, of what it's like to be able to do anything, say anything, whatever and still be loved. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss it&lt;/span&gt;. That's all. There you go, a conclusion or more of a conjecture, at least I'm getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop being so finical and seek solace in what's already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANI SHAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yHmdbeRgbRI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1100791912200846185?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1100791912200846185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1100791912200846185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1100791912200846185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1100791912200846185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-know-why-im-online.html' title='Compulsion'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yHmdbeRgbRI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3413998529145079386</id><published>2011-08-02T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:26:43.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposedly for Geog Notes</title><content type='html'>I'm actually online to type out the above-mentioned notes but well... let's hear good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had so many thoughts, which were actually quite substantial. Not your usual, &lt;em&gt;'Oh, tomorrow I'll...&lt;/em&gt;' but rather '&lt;em&gt;So this newspaper articicle is sort of like trying to get Singaporeans to have more babies?&lt;/em&gt;' and '&lt;em&gt;Woah, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mark Zuckerberg&lt;/span&gt; are Harvard dropouts&lt;/em&gt;'. Look how much more informative my thoughts are! The cause: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've started to read the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a big achievement and I think dedicating a whole paragraph is appropriate as I want to remember when I started! Secondary 4, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I should continue studying. What else can I do? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Maybe I should allocate some time to blog everyday.&lt;/span&gt; To attempt using new vocabulary and to fine-tune my grammar and whatsoever, basically just to PRACTISE. Plus it's a good outlet during this intense period of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;today's my daughter's birthday! Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She's awesomely cute and huggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I just realized how big my "family" is. First it started out with an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Audition&lt;/span&gt; family where I was the middle sister, then I had another family where I was the wife/mother/grandmother (still on Audition). Then came the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ODAC Family Tree&lt;/span&gt; where I got married to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sylvia Lim&lt;/span&gt;, my dearest wife. Okay, that's kinda it I think, but it seriously involves a hell lot of people. Oh I love them all :) Ohyes, then there's my REAL family uhh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3413998529145079386?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3413998529145079386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3413998529145079386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3413998529145079386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3413998529145079386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/supposedly-for-geog-notes.html' title='Supposedly for Geog Notes'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4010356627772386438</id><published>2011-07-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:50:12.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissappointed with Myself</title><content type='html'>I feel very down now because of my friends, wait it's always because of my friends that I'll come here to blog. I come here mostly because I don't really know where else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2 very close friends&lt;/span&gt; in class and right now I'm starting to feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; in comparison to them. It wasn't like this before and maybe I should just ignore this feeling but it's hard. They are basically the 2nd and 3rd in my class and I'm at a miserable 20+. It's not this that's upsetting me but the fact that sometimes (I don't know whether it's just me), they ignore my points in an argument/when they don't understand something. As though I'm a whole level below them. They're nice people, they don't purposely do this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm just over-sensitive and feel this way&lt;/span&gt;. The teachers are not helping either by always remembering the names of a certain few, I never get remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should basically stop now because all of my classmates (if they ever come here) will definitely know who I'm talking about and I don't want this to be counted as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bitching&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; ill-intentioned&lt;/span&gt; and then create a whole fuss when I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I still have a best friend who is very dear to me and because of O levels I'm basically &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;rendered useless &lt;/span&gt;in being there for her and I hate it. I hate how useless I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to get used to this feeling until O levels are over and I hope by then, she'll still be there for me, understanding why I've been neglecting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, what started all this was my inability to say anything during that 1 minute given to me during English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH can't blog anymore. Parents pissing me off yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4010356627772386438?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4010356627772386438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4010356627772386438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4010356627772386438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4010356627772386438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/07/dissappointed-with-myself.html' title='Dissappointed with Myself'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2996414025092776790</id><published>2011-07-22T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:13:26.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow's my Dad's birthday&lt;/span&gt; and I haven't gotten a gift for him yet. Not even a card :( I feel kinda horrible now after finishing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jer's gift&lt;/span&gt; even though her birthday was on the 9th (it doesn't look as good as I wanted it to be). But hey, this is the first time I'm meeting up with her after her birthday and my first time doing this kind of gift... so it's not that bad... (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rant&lt;/span&gt; here. Well, you see, I have 2 close friends. The first one expects everything to be okay with the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; minimal effort&lt;/span&gt; she's putting into our friendship and the second one &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;doesn't even seem to want a friendship&lt;/span&gt; with me. Well, what I said is a bit exaggerated and one-sided but seriously I miss the old us like hell. Even though I may look happy now, and you may think I don't need you in my life but I DO. It's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not complete without you both&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you see this because I'm too chicken to say it in front of your face so... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JPY and YITY, I MISS YOU GUYS :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, what am I expecting from putting your initials up here when you'll probably be too busy studying to even stumble upon those tiny words which are so loud in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to SSC now to meet Jerin and Laura. Claire's mum is fetching(/bringing?) me there. Just like old times. I miss you too &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Azu-chan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2996414025092776790?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2996414025092776790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2996414025092776790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2996414025092776790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2996414025092776790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/07/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-769822359836510819</id><published>2011-07-17T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:46:24.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotonous, Mundane, Mechanical</title><content type='html'>Still waiting for the letter. I used to countdown to the day they'll start sending. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anxious, excited, worried&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I'm counting down to the day they'll stop sending. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Dreadful, tired, losing hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, life still must go on and I have found other things to think about and anticipate. Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;NCC!&lt;/span&gt; I'm going down to support Sabrina, Samantha and Keefe, and I hope to see fantastic results of Felicia's K4 while I'm there too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr. Quek's study session&lt;/span&gt;. I really admire him. I mean, he lives in West Coast and comes all the way down to Temasek Poly just to tutor me and Sarah who aren't even HC/have any slightest hint that we'll be getting in. He still can be so patient by answering all our questions, making sure we understand before he continues, then he buy us drinks and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my old maid came back. The one who took care of me since I was born, till I was 10. Her food tastes so good sometimes I ask my mum whether it's bought. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Glad that my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; have been answered: for her to be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, well on to the fun side. I'm so happy Kenneth brought out the old fun loving high me. I almost clocked my previous rate of alternate "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;" reply per MSN convo. Awesome. I lost the earpiece that I bought with him though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I lent my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; iPhone 3G &lt;/span&gt;to someone, so now that cracked screen iPhone is gone. Well, it'll come back soon. Trusting that I've placed it in caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FEEL LIKE BLOGGING ANYMORE BECAUSE IT'S SO BORING. :/ SHALL SEE WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY TUMBLR. BUHBYE BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: My life is boring. Why? Because I could blog so easily last time and it was still interesting. Why? O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-769822359836510819?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/769822359836510819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=769822359836510819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/769822359836510819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/769822359836510819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/07/monotonous-mundane-mechanical.html' title='Monotonous, Mundane, Mechanical'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8713885120259607136</id><published>2011-07-04T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:11:54.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Last week was a busy week. Slept after 12 for the whole week completing assignments because I didn't do hol hmwk. Supposed to do the same thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cried&lt;/span&gt; over you last night, I think it's the first time I've done that ever since that day. I'm a really really silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HC&lt;/span&gt;'s letter still hasn't arrived... Shall go check the mail now. It's been a week since the date for first offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8713885120259607136?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8713885120259607136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8713885120259607136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8713885120259607136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8713885120259607136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2772063253611072437</id><published>2011-06-28T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:25:59.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Grumpy</title><content type='html'>Been sleeping at 2~3 these past two days with naps in the afternoon. Been talking &amp;amp; thinking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;horoscopes&lt;/span&gt; lately too, but I'm not supposed to believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, idk what the hell I'm doing in class. I really don't understand &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; at all. No wait, I don't understand &lt;i&gt;HER&lt;/i&gt; at all. I used to understand it till &lt;i&gt;SHE&lt;/i&gt; started teaching me again. My grades have been slipping ever since. FTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated on asking my Mum for tuition but really, out of the 3 of us (my sibs &amp;amp; me) I'm the one who needs it least. They've got more tuition than me even though their younger so imagine how much my parents are forking out already. (I only have chinese tuition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cont. doing Math papers now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;kimmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2772063253611072437?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2772063253611072437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2772063253611072437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2772063253611072437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2772063253611072437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-grumpy.html' title='Still Grumpy'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7277829643319517003</id><published>2011-06-26T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:58:22.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;9955.) You’ve changed so much and I hate who you’ve become. But I still can’t help but cling to the past and hope you’ll change back, because I’m still in love with who you used to be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was true. Now no more ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7277829643319517003?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7277829643319517003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7277829643319517003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7277829643319517003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7277829643319517003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-489745925359050142</id><published>2011-06-25T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:21:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cirque Eloize iD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today. It was extremely entertaining. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; it&lt;/span&gt;. After that I went to get my confirmation certificate :) While at church, a girl &amp;amp; a guy approached me they were from G2 choir. They were very nice so now I'm currently contemplating joining G2. If it actually happens it would be my first experience of being in a choir. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At MBS I saw Shirleen. This is the second time we saw each other randomly. Fate! ♥Mama fish. Talking to Moobies now. Favourite cousin heh! Bias much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-489745925359050142?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/489745925359050142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=489745925359050142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/489745925359050142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/489745925359050142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4204465056568181904</id><published>2011-06-24T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:20:06.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near the End</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm back home. I went to see Joey today. Just like I'd wanted to. Was supposed to study but failed to do so. Kinda expected heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about yesterday, to summarize:&lt;br /&gt;First we had a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sandcastle competition&lt;/span&gt;, then we were hungry so we sent Steph &amp;amp; Van to buy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Macs&lt;/span&gt;. They rode back in the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weird buggy-like double bike&lt;/span&gt;. We played cards and washed up while waiting. When they came back, some of us ate and the rest went to play with the bike. After that the food came so we &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BBQ-ed&lt;/span&gt;. We were seriously not bad at starting the fire and cooking :) So after that we tried to cook and we ate at the same time. After eating we played with fire &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sparklers&lt;/span&gt; then we went to cut "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a &lt;strong&gt;100 words&lt;/strong&gt;! Oh and Dorea's mum sent me back after that. Heh. All the pics are on fb but here are the ones I like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHXpPtb5-Lo/TgSWRCsiLqI/AAAAAAAABAM/oGqQSiFm_ys/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621783454390824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHXpPtb5-Lo/TgSWRCsiLqI/AAAAAAAABAM/oGqQSiFm_ys/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYM0F_HLwvg/TgSWQxJF8bI/AAAAAAAABAE/J5ojBkuPzDk/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621783449678770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYM0F_HLwvg/TgSWQxJF8bI/AAAAAAAABAE/J5ojBkuPzDk/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH1TSCyd3m8/TgSWQX-t4aI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Hcc9TtAnOLk/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621783442924364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH1TSCyd3m8/TgSWQX-t4aI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Hcc9TtAnOLk/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEhSmI4-3hI/TgSWQJHLJBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ii0MdrRKlok/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621783438933304338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEhSmI4-3hI/TgSWQJHLJBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ii0MdrRKlok/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wwe8Zl9FXQ/TgSWP23ePZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/WvDqCErzKk4/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621783434035608978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wwe8Zl9FXQ/TgSWP23ePZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/WvDqCErzKk4/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlbPhcGi4yU/TgSaDoD--8I/AAAAAAAABA0/xEZZejpYMsU/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621787621949635522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlbPhcGi4yU/TgSaDoD--8I/AAAAAAAABA0/xEZZejpYMsU/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU9iLDRQHmw/TgSaDbXyUSI/AAAAAAAABAs/maUyYNIUWhA/s1600/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621787618543030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU9iLDRQHmw/TgSaDbXyUSI/AAAAAAAABAs/maUyYNIUWhA/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IObQpRMDQgU/TgSaCwyI4CI/AAAAAAAABAk/EY0BLqsxdcw/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621787607110836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IObQpRMDQgU/TgSaCwyI4CI/AAAAAAAABAk/EY0BLqsxdcw/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HONrnD5xvrU/TgSaCosiNPI/AAAAAAAABAc/5AdlC0ypLVs/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621787604939846898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HONrnD5xvrU/TgSaCosiNPI/AAAAAAAABAc/5AdlC0ypLVs/s400/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXDQqSEqH0c/TgSaCJ4ltNI/AAAAAAAABAU/jjlx6pRi33A/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621787596668908754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXDQqSEqH0c/TgSaCJ4ltNI/AAAAAAAABAU/jjlx6pRi33A/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeKtVbZDS4Y/TgSbVaEXHYI/AAAAAAAABBM/Wmh0Zulq1_A/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621789026942393730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeKtVbZDS4Y/TgSbVaEXHYI/AAAAAAAABBM/Wmh0Zulq1_A/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3ujqqZq_yc/TgSbU_8xmhI/AAAAAAAABBE/0cfGl1w2El8/s1600/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621789019931253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3ujqqZq_yc/TgSbU_8xmhI/AAAAAAAABBE/0cfGl1w2El8/s400/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWUHvT2R4Ag/TgSbUng6MuI/AAAAAAAABA8/1EMDwuWq56E/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621789013371925218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWUHvT2R4Ag/TgSbUng6MuI/AAAAAAAABA8/1EMDwuWq56E/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, yep it was awesome :) More pictures on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope I can watch Cirque Eloize iD! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kimmie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4204465056568181904?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4204465056568181904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4204465056568181904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4204465056568181904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4204465056568181904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/near-end.html' title='Near the End'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHXpPtb5-Lo/TgSWRCsiLqI/AAAAAAAABAM/oGqQSiFm_ys/s72-c/IMG_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2484529573531317495</id><published>2011-06-24T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:41:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amila's 16th Birthday BBQ</title><content type='html'>You know what? Ytd was damn awesome. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in fact. Shall post next time since I gtg run off to Joey's hse now - I really hope she recovers by tmr :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna change my background to my photo of the moment. (Mostly scenery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one photo before I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBr7gL7i2w/TgQUbO5rfhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/s5M8UwX0_0s/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621640692954267154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBr7gL7i2w/TgQUbO5rfhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/s5M8UwX0_0s/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these guys ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2484529573531317495?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2484529573531317495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2484529573531317495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2484529573531317495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2484529573531317495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/amilas-16th-birthday.html' title='Amila&apos;s 16th Birthday BBQ'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBr7gL7i2w/TgQUbO5rfhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/s5M8UwX0_0s/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5258241820261295200</id><published>2011-06-23T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:47:46.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Skin</title><content type='html'>Hay dair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a new blogskin but it kinda wasted shitloads of time &amp;amp; I really don't know what the hell I'm doing right now. Wasting time. That's what's being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:42am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now &amp;amp; I'm still not sleeping. Totally ruined my plans for getting my body clock back to the right timings. Well, at least I'm 50% satisfied with the skin now. Sigh, Mozilla isn't really my cup of tea for blogger but I'm constantly on MF instead of IE nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, gotta go catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Still using IE to post 'cos it's easier to decorate (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5258241820261295200?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5258241820261295200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5258241820261295200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5258241820261295200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5258241820261295200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-of-skin.html' title='Change of Skin'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7864192306616871481</id><published>2011-06-11T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:13:35.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic Mood</title><content type='html'>Even though I've been making time for my friends here and there, I still feel lonely. I don't know why. Is it some sickness? A disease perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, these gaps still present, I have to fill myself because nobody's gonna be there for me forever. Today you both talked to me. I was happy until it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first person , I feel like an annoying brat who's only wasting your time with my horrible english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second, I've mixed feelings. I'm so happy that you're talking to me again but you haven't even told me why you were ignoring me before. You just put it behind as though my feelings throughout that whole period did not matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even right to feel these feelings? Should I just ignore them because everybody probably faces the same thing? It's not like my feelings would show the slightet significance in this world of never-ending sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ignore them would that make me stronger? &lt;em&gt;What do I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking so much? I won't say so because I don't think my thoughts are deep at all. Maybe, the answer is to just be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7864192306616871481?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7864192306616871481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7864192306616871481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7864192306616871481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7864192306616871481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/melancholic-mood.html' title='Melancholic Mood'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5258461692215289698</id><published>2011-06-09T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:45:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant Post</title><content type='html'>- You know, I hate it because we were once so close. Now it's so weird. Do you even care? I really do wonder if I ever cross your mind at least once, because you've really become a permanent resident in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Theory 1: When guys fall in love, no other girl matters. I hope someone will prove it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really want to know more about things but I know it'll hurt you so I just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5258461692215289698?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5258461692215289698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5258461692215289698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5258461692215289698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5258461692215289698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/rant-post.html' title='Rant Post'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7069294585043560938</id><published>2011-06-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:11:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping @ ION!</title><content type='html'>This week so far... has been&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to school to accompany Charlotte to certify her documents as well as print out the picture for the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;badge&lt;/span&gt;. After that I went home and spent the afternoon completing the DSA form and some holiday homework. Then, I went to PP to buy printer ink and some pens. Then home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to sumbit the DSA form. First, I met Char at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt; busstop to get her application envelope. Then, when she came, 48 was right infront of her car and I had to watch it drive away... but it was a good thing in the end. Took 48 then changed to 166 at Little India and arrived at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MacRitchie Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;. Ahhh~ the memories. Took a walk while waiting for Keefe to bathe. Went to the dam. &lt;em&gt;The place where we once held a conversation... Unlike now. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, we then took bus to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coro plaza&lt;/span&gt; or whatever to eat lunch. He eats a lot. Treated him for his birthday &amp;amp; gave him the card with the badge. Yep, then we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HCI&lt;/span&gt; to submit the form. He gave me a tour of the High Sch&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;ool. Damn big and cool. Yeah wasted loads of time. Then took bus to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Marymo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;unt&lt;/span&gt; then MRT to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt; then bus to HOME. Then I had Chinese tuition. Practically sleeping already man! Then I slept for one hour then went to watch the current channel 8 nine o'clock show which is not as nice as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, I went to the dentist then shopping. Bought 5 new pieces of clothing. 1 dress, 1 skirt, 2 shirts and 1 cardigan. Yeah, was supposed to fix my phone but didn't bother in the end 'cos the line was so freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7069294585043560938?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7069294585043560938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7069294585043560938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7069294585043560938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7069294585043560938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/shopping-ion.html' title='Shopping @ ION!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1283782301966448023</id><published>2011-06-05T09:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:27:05.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>So let's quickly post up what I did over these few days before I need to go again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's Friday... Friday... gotta get down on a Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I had structured lessons again. The alarm rang at 6am and I freaking snoozed until 6.50am. Then on to school! We didn't manage to screw up the classroom arrangement. It was kinda expected since all the lessons on Friday were taught by teachers you wouldn't really want to mess with and majority of the classes needed us to change class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were quite funny. Especially &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Tong was like: "Girls, are you hungry???&lt;br /&gt;Us: "&lt;strong&gt;YESSSSSSS.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Okay then I'll go get some snacks for y'all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Felicity says: "Or maybe she's just hungry."&lt;br /&gt;-whole class bursts out laughing- Yep. It may be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came back with some mint chocolate biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, everyone was making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Raudah was like: "Girls, it's the last day of school. Don't make war, &lt;em&gt;make love&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;-whole class bursts out laughing- Make love? Hahah wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that school, I went home with Dorea as usual! Then I went &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Amila to 313Somerset. It was super fun. We finally got to meet up again! Hahaha, I met her at Novena to eat first because she had just finished tuition and was hungry. We ate at Long John Silver. Then we went to Somerset. First New Look, then F21, those small shops at Somerset, New Look, then we MRT-ed to Orchard (to Ion) then shopped somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went to cut my hair and do &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hair extensions&lt;/span&gt;. Uber cool. Also bought my new swimsuit! Yippee. Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joey's chalet&lt;/span&gt; at night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2&lt;/span&gt; with Justin. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at BBQ Chicken (I'm never going to go there again) and bought card materials :) Then I went home then to church then to dinner. Had fish steamboat @ Siglap Centre. Many flies there because of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much time to post. Needa finish some stuff then go to sleep. Doing work with Dorea tmr. Can't wait. Ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joey Ang, pls cheer up. You're awesome and I know you won't read this but if you do I hope you smile for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1283782301966448023?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1283782301966448023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1283782301966448023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1283782301966448023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1283782301966448023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1486718153664965626</id><published>2011-06-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:37:03.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I should really start posting again! I mean, it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after all. Also, I sort of do miss reading what happened in the past and how great my life actually is because normally the good stuff outweighs the bad stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays haven't been really exciting so far. Still having &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;structured lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and all. :/ Today I woke up late &amp;amp; skipped the whole of Chinese structured. But who cares? They were watching a cheena show &amp;amp; slacking anyway, just that my house was more comfy to sleep in HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to school and just went for Math, recess &amp;amp; SS then went home. Watched 2 hrs of the disappearance of Haruhi Suzimiya. It's damn cool. Then went to sleep again. I feel so pig while writing this. Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WENT TO RUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (NOT PIG) HAHAHA. Around 5km lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I went back to trg! Before that I got lost in TMS poly because Joey gives lousy instructions of where to go. I friggin looked like an idiot OTL. Yep then went to row then went to eat dinner. Super awkward dinner with Joey, Han Jie, Dao Wen &amp;amp; Cyrus. One couple and one gay couple LOLOL. Then Cyrus kept having this 'secret' that he don't want to tell, but it's something damn sick la. Zzz. CSA - &lt;em&gt;Cyrus so annoying&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's all. Hope tmr me and Hilary can convince others to screw up the classroom arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1486718153664965626?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1486718153664965626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1486718153664965626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1486718153664965626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1486718153664965626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-holidays.html' title='June Holidays!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2808879622252615207</id><published>2011-05-17T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:00:49.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECIDED TO COME BACK AND POST ON THIS BLOG 'COS THIS BLOG IS THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPIEST&lt;/span&gt; OF THEM ALL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back me! Ok, retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know the recipe for highness must include: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;UPBEAT SONGS&lt;/span&gt;. TaTa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2808879622252615207?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2808879622252615207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2808879622252615207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2808879622252615207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2808879622252615207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2011/05/reset.html' title='RESET'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6284222806211203762</id><published>2010-12-24T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:20:37.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Week</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, this is my 301st post? HAHAHA, this wk was quite &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. It will be one of the most memorable weeks of my 2010 holidays. Monday I went to trg (timing: 1:33:15) then J's hse. Tuesday, almost wanted to go for trg but realized there wasn't any so went to the gym with Joey &amp;amp; Justin instead, then went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRON&lt;/span&gt; with Joey, Justin, Jasper and Kelvin @ Tampines. LOL, triple J, double K grp. Tron was soso la. Wednesday went &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SWIMMING&lt;/span&gt; @ Jurong Swimming Complex with the 4 ppl abv + XY, YY, ZY, DJ (lol, all the cheena name ppl). Became chaotah - &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SUNBURNT&lt;/span&gt;!! Haha, Kelvin was the joke of the day: he hung @ the side of the wave pool with half his butt exposed. He didn't even want to let go when the wave went down and everyone saw his white ass. Hahaha. Thursday went for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TPJC trg&lt;/span&gt;. Ran 4.3 with Collette &amp;amp; Joey. Instead of trg, &lt;strong&gt;took K4&lt;/strong&gt; out with Kelv, YY &amp;amp; Joey. Kelvin sit front, I sit 2nd, Joey 3rd. YY 4th. Kept playing &amp;amp; capsizing. 250m pontoon was renamed lizard pontoon hahahha alot of things :) Kelvin joke of the day agn: sat in the k4 alone then capsized by himself 'cos no one helped him hold the boat LOL. Aft trg went to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; with Justin &amp;amp; Joey. Justin bought &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6 donuts&lt;/span&gt; and we ate 3! Faaaaat~ Today stayed at home. Yep. Fun week :D Ate noodles the most this wk too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas Eve Everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6284222806211203762?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6284222806211203762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6284222806211203762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6284222806211203762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6284222806211203762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/12/awesome-week.html' title='Awesome Week'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4920590873162811500</id><published>2010-12-22T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:21:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>I have so many blogs. Maybe I should start posting here again, because this feels like the blog I write on when I go HIGH HAHAHAHA, and I wana always go high. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; wana SHOUT TO THE WORLD, &lt;strong&gt;HOW GREAT MY LIFE IS&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;em&gt;MAKE THEM FEEL JEALOUS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HOHOHO, but I shouldn't because I love it too much right now. Shit I have sunburn from going to Jurong Swimming Complex today arg, fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos when I feel high I feel yellow. HAHA WTF &amp;amp; I feel like I've wasted my holidays. I wanna be myself from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4920590873162811500?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4920590873162811500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4920590873162811500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4920590873162811500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4920590873162811500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/12/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1019437811220653932</id><published>2010-05-08T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:35:36.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo X Juliet</title><content type='html'>I really wanna revamp my blog, I feel like posting but, it's so.. ugly. Just finished watching all the eps of Romeo X Juliet. A story of two star crossed lovers, loosely based on Shakespear's original play. I would say this one is nicer because it's anime version, and the story is different and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S-VHUCMLbcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lj0s2tyRTvI/s1600/romeoxjuliet-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468855732022242754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S-VHUCMLbcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lj0s2tyRTvI/s400/romeoxjuliet-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of two star crossed lovers, Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet. His father killed her whole family, with she as the sole survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is this truly a love that can never be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cont. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I didn't post about National Inter Canoeing Comps, not even about Temasek Regatta, or Dragonboat Inter Schs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my CCA life so far..&lt;br /&gt;A silver for NICC, K1 500m.&lt;br /&gt;C div, 2nd. B div, Overall Champions.&lt;br /&gt;For Temasek Regatta, which is 300m, we got 1st:)&lt;br /&gt;Dragonboat interschs, B div 10men 2nd, B div 20men 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just for remembering. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1019437811220653932?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1019437811220653932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1019437811220653932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1019437811220653932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1019437811220653932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/05/romeo-x-juliet.html' title='Romeo X Juliet'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S-VHUCMLbcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lj0s2tyRTvI/s72-c/romeoxjuliet-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2594883120456187200</id><published>2010-04-02T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:05:03.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days</title><content type='html'>HAHA, I want to buy @cash now! To change my name &amp;amp; become a new person lolol! Today everyone's supposed to come to my house but my Mum doesn't allow, so I've been playing audi &amp;amp; watching anime since morn. Wonder what their doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;change audi name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;train up my chance again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go brbping if i see any nice den stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go find a fam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do homework &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2594883120456187200?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2594883120456187200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2594883120456187200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2594883120456187200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2594883120456187200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1332806411792438294</id><published>2010-03-21T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:00:25.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my last year Nov~Dec canoeing strokes back&lt;br /&gt;the one I worked so hard for :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has it gone down the drain :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1332806411792438294?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1332806411792438294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1332806411792438294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1332806411792438294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1332806411792438294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5307482230477256085</id><published>2010-03-15T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:12:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Juniors 2010</title><content type='html'>Reading last yr's post on National Juniors. Exactly around one year ago, when &lt;em&gt;I broke my Nelo seat&lt;/em&gt;. My more childish self who got a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; last year for 500m, demoted to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bronze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from last year &lt;a href="http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html"&gt;http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi! Omg. Ytd was National Juniors Finals. Did you know that!? Well yeah, my result was kaput. I wasn't prepared to win anyway, and I knew that. What I didn't know was that she would put in so much effort and I didn't know I was leading at the start. Our timings differed by 3 seconds once again, what seemed like forever until I reached the finishing line coming in 2nd. Going to try to work hard, Coach J. said that our timings normally differed by 1sec at Bedok, did you know that!? I didn't! Heck, jiayous for Nationals!! Maybe can get on TV LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like history repeating itself. Haha, why am I so obsessed. Anyway, for this year, 1000m I got 3rd for B finals, and for 500m, 3rd for B finals. Prize presentation postponed to next week. Got 22 more days to Nationals. What's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried after the race. First time I did. Kept asking myself, why didn't I sprint properly?! Wtf were you doing when you were racing? Why you never put in all your energy in your last burst? What were you waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when the timings came out I was sad, haha. Haha. Haha. I feel so lonely in a K1. :( Got alot of other emo things but this is it for now. On the brighter side, my timing improved! (Since last year la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy holidays everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5307482230477256085?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5307482230477256085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5307482230477256085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5307482230477256085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5307482230477256085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/national-juniors-2010.html' title='National Juniors 2010'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3932336990840910963</id><published>2010-03-08T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:31:13.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN BABY BURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how pretty or handsome you may be, if you can't smile, you're &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes la. Why is it so hard to see a smile on people's face? Just stretch your lips from side to side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I propose an idea. We'll sleep during the day and go to school at night. IT'S GETTING TOO HOT HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3932336990840910963?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3932336990840910963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3932336990840910963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3932336990840910963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3932336990840910963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/burn-baby-burn.html' title='BURN BABY BURN'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-617833018548696729</id><published>2010-03-07T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:50:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricci's and XH's Birthday</title><content type='html'>I realize I always start my posts with _____ now. Like sian or whatever. Well I'm super tired right now! Trained from Wed to Sat, 4 days and ytd went out. I wanted to sleep in this morning but have cathechism class. Aiyooo, you know next week is NJCC!? It's like one thing after the next this year, and I'm totally lagging! I tell you, I'm still sleeping in my head now, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me tell you what happened ytd. Went for trg, early. Like 7.10am. Met with Joey then saw Sylvia while walking in, also saw A and Z, so loving la heh!! Then slacked at the bench there and wrote some motivational stuff on the back of my palm, which is still here today, but more faint. Then jumpingjack warmup then ran 4.3, and achieved my best timing ever of 24.11 mins :) Kept telling myself, just one leg forward the whole way. After that went down for a 500m timetrial. Which was so-so. I hate the first race of the day, esp. if it's a timetrial, so unprepared but competitions gonna be like that so I'll have to get used to it. Then went up for a 15mins break then did sets of 250m, raced down with Dianty, Tracy, Lisa etc. Then finish I think. Quite tiring even though it seems so little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to bathe, eat lunch &amp;amp; buy presents @ Tampines :) After that headed down to ECP for XH's and Ricci's bday, like everyone go out tgt. Haha funs, made a fail sandcastle and played DDR. ReGINA damn funny sia. Pics on Facebook. Tired and mum is asking me to count money. Super sian, maybe I'll just go and sleep, or study geog or something. Nightnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://th-hiddenagenda.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiaohan's blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-617833018548696729?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/617833018548696729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=617833018548696729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/617833018548696729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/617833018548696729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/riccis-and-xhs-birthday.html' title='Ricci&apos;s and XH&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6860123012623990615</id><published>2010-03-04T22:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:21:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Training today consisted of:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Warmup&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking out of boats&lt;br /&gt;3. 1000m race&lt;br /&gt;4. Rest time&lt;br /&gt;and when we're going down again... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIGHTNING ALERT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohhh shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6860123012623990615?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6860123012623990615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6860123012623990615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6860123012623990615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6860123012623990615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7606977729060256267</id><published>2010-03-02T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:07:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That We Meet in the Middle...</title><content type='html'>Down to Earth by Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I thought about things. Don't you hate people who don't smile? They make their lives sad by complicating everything when it's simple. You try to talk to them, asking them to smile and everything but they're just unchangeable forever telling you their sad life story which is the same. I wish you people will realize the joy of smiling and stop being idiots who don't enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Earth is so nice, so sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7606977729060256267?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7606977729060256267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7606977729060256267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7606977729060256267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7606977729060256267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-we-meet-in-middle.html' title='That We Meet in the Middle...'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8191127416075092186</id><published>2010-03-02T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:38:15.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TINY</title><content type='html'>Had sch today, is today Tuesday? Yes... it is. School was okay. Suddenly remember about the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;plastic bottles challenge&lt;/span&gt;. Erg, so don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Science Centre today again, half the class (or most them) learnt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chemistry with Cosmetics&lt;/span&gt; and stuff, like making shampoo and toner and what not, and the other half went to the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nanolab&lt;/span&gt; to learn how to make a &lt;strong&gt;Ferrofluid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Nanolab :) and it was cool. Made Ferrofluid, which is a liquid that has magnetic properties (i think) well basically it is attracted to magnets, haha and ours (Ig, Vik and me) was a success. Super funny haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now, so sad you know. I thought Shirleen's birthday was tomorrow D: then I wrote in my journal 3rd March then I never wish her in school. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA FISH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (L) you loads :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee, super tired now so going to end post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8191127416075092186?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8191127416075092186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8191127416075092186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8191127416075092186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8191127416075092186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-sch-today-is-today-tuesday-yes.html' title='TINY'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6112691381015854737</id><published>2010-03-01T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:55:45.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noisy</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a week since I blogged. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway CAs are gone.&lt;/strong&gt; Hooray! Got my Physics, AMaths, EMaths, MT and Chem back. All I can say is, not bad la. &lt;em&gt;Good try Kimberlyn&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so about last week. Monday studied, Tuesday studied too, Wednesday went for TPJC trg to surprise my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear bra :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bought a cake and went to BR, so sad, wanted to buy helium balloons too :( but nvm, haha smashed cake in her face, didn't eat it though, was it nice? From Bengawan Solo (sp?) Then went to Parkway after that with family instead of having Chinese tuition even though Chinese CA is on the next day, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, finished CA! Yayayay, went for training which was quite boring then went out to eat. Friday also went for TPJC training then went for dinner too. Saturday erm, went for training then went for lunch then watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. All of this is with Jus laaaa :D Valentine's Day was quite nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday went to Grandma's (father's side) awhile then came home slack, was damn bored, kept watching youtube vids, then went to eat dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAMSA&lt;/span&gt;, an Indian restaurant near Katong Mall. Not bad, but I prefer Chat Masala (the one outside my house), HAMSA was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spicyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Wanted to eat Waraku though (Jap restaurant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so today, I had 2.4km! Tiring. My timing improved since last year, by about a minute! Yay, now I'm &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11.41mins&lt;/span&gt;. 36 seconds to cut down before I reach Christine's timing. Damn, 4 and a half more pullups to Christines peak. Ah damn, yes I can only do half a pullup (means I jump then pullup) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna try to study even though the noise is going to make my head go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Class Tee&lt;br /&gt;2) Homework&lt;br /&gt;3) Find the KC suggestion thing&lt;br /&gt;4) Remember what I needed to do...&lt;br /&gt;5) Physics Homework&lt;br /&gt;6) Geography Homework&lt;br /&gt;7) Math Homework&lt;br /&gt;8) Sign the consent form shit&lt;br /&gt;9) Zuo Ye&lt;br /&gt;10) Learn Eng vocab for test&lt;br /&gt;11) Buy Shirleen's, Ricci's &amp;amp; Xiaohan's prez&lt;br /&gt;12) Think of what to buy for them...&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6112691381015854737?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6112691381015854737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6112691381015854737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6112691381015854737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6112691381015854737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/03/noisy.html' title='Noisy'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3658028324138238764</id><published>2010-02-22T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:30:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMyLife.com</title><content type='html'>Ahah! Supposed to be studying now but reading FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, a drunk man opened the unlocked door to my house thinking it was his house. He tried to attack me because he thought I was a burglar. FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is the best so far. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths &amp;amp; Lit tomorrow, so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was at a club with my friends and my friend got really drunk. Later on he came up to me and said he really needed to pee but he was too drunk to work the zipper, and asked if I could help. When I finally unzipped him, he was so desperate to go he pissed in my face. FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3658028324138238764?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3658028324138238764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3658028324138238764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3658028324138238764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3658028324138238764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/fmylifecom.html' title='FMyLife.com'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6048512095193986094</id><published>2010-02-21T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:10:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad High The Windows Break</title><content type='html'>Freaking out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this feeling you get when you know you have a chance, but you don't know how to use it! You know what? I just realized why guys are faster than girls in canoeing. 'Coz they are fitter. Omg, I'm damn stupid lah =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok !@#(*&amp;amp;^%$#@ need to find training partner who won't make me feel&lt;br /&gt;1. Like I'm slowing him/her down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kanchionq!&lt;br /&gt;3. Competitive with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course going to be a her lah, 'cos yeah, I'm les. Ok talking crap byebyebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6048512095193986094?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6048512095193986094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6048512095193986094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6048512095193986094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6048512095193986094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/mad-high-windows-break.html' title='Mad High The Windows Break'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7591029075373384486</id><published>2010-02-20T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:51:01.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Slow</title><content type='html'>Haha. Super sian right now. Training today 3 timetrials of 500m I think, all the timings sucked :( Always see K4 rowing down so bloody fast and everyone else too D: Been thinking: Why won't my boat go fast!? Then try this and that then still cannot to make it go fast. After that spammed 250m timetrials, motivated myself by saying if you do 20 sets, you'll get an ice cream. I did around 10, but got it anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaatever, I'm a loooser. Super sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3_nvHmbAjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cPow-DKINXs/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440321671566918194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3_nvHmbAjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cPow-DKINXs/s200/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have this feeling that even though I push myself it won't be enough, why? Why, why do I care. What the hell's the purpose. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7591029075373384486?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7591029075373384486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7591029075373384486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7591029075373384486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7591029075373384486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/retardation.html' title='Too Slow'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3_nvHmbAjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cPow-DKINXs/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1819483530473364530</id><published>2010-02-18T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:52:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nts</title><content type='html'>Today sucks shit. School was okay, but very sian, training was !@#$%^ Training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S30x5cqJCTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wHLGol1UgDg/s1600-h/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558787948677426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S30x5cqJCTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wHLGol1UgDg/s200/shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one to race with, 'cept K4 (super fast) &amp;amp; Tracy. You guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;2. Feel very unsupported. ('cept for c, j &amp;amp; j) who are very supportive~ And some others.&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone sees me struggling (cos damn tired) &amp;amp; doesn't help person: M_ /_u_ai_y. -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Felt good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Managed to save K4&lt;br /&gt;omg, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man. Why the fuck am I trying so hard? Wasting my time, study time - bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1819483530473364530?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1819483530473364530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1819483530473364530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1819483530473364530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1819483530473364530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/nts.html' title='Nts'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S30x5cqJCTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wHLGol1UgDg/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6906829691508684508</id><published>2010-02-17T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:38:21.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>School today, couldn't wake up. Geography lesson, like wth was going on, rip currents longshore current(?), then &lt;strong&gt;Maths, disaster!&lt;/strong&gt; My quiz was totally &lt;em&gt;screwed&lt;/em&gt; up but heck. Recess - drank Milo! Physics, FUN. Like learn alot of useful stuff, it makes me totally understand the world better. Literature was weird, I'm lagging in class. SS was normal, scared for CA, because it's the first. &lt;em&gt;How am I to write out a full essay!? Crazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for extra training. Came early. There were super alot of J1s! Warmed up with them, paiseh :( so extra. Trained harder today, but not to my max, I don't know what is my max. Did race sets, 750m, 600m, 450m, 300m, 150m, break, 3 250 sprints I think. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things I regretted today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not saving this SAJC guy who capsized very far away. I offered, but he declined. I should have just insisted, cos when I rowed up after a race set of about 450m, he was still swimming.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being pekcek, and not wearing my slippers. There was a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;squirrel's tail&lt;/span&gt; near the boat covers, wtf? Couldn't find my Nelo cover and just let my anger get lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Need to up strength desperately!&lt;/span&gt; Gym maybe? Whatever, but it's 23 more days I guess, time to just give in my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm focusing so much on canoeing. I feel that when I train with TPJC I'm pushed more. I need to be able to push myself from now on. Anyway, studies! CAs on Friday. I'm going to study Physics now, just finished Chinese Tuition and Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks so much Coach!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He so nice you know, let us come down and row, when he have so many J1 to take care of, not even our training, he even let's us take any boat we want (but must ask him first - he very flexi) Yayayayay okay go study Physics now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6906829691508684508?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6906829691508684508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6906829691508684508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6906829691508684508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6906829691508684508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring Day'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6538483320685998157</id><published>2010-02-15T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:57:14.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays with P</title><content type='html'>I think I'm done doing up my blogskin, maybe a few changes and addition to my affiliation list. Extremely lazy to do homework. I need to start soon, I'll give myself 10 mins to post, and clear up. Okay anyway &lt;u&gt;25 days to NJCC&lt;/u&gt;, holy shit. Joey is currently losing money, haha who ask her gamble. Lucky never go her hse, sure lose $$. Haha, every Wednesday we always spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention that the week before last week, (Wednesday) we &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;snuck into TPJC&lt;/span&gt; but fail la, supposed to say we J1 then donno why the security there then we make up other lies and get it -.- Thought the school was super big... like will really get lost those type but it's not, sad. Look around then studied there then went home. Hmm, haha it was their CCA Fair and we saw coach. Alot of CCAs also gave us their flyers hahahaha okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this week we baked, lol quite fail, but pass manz, first time &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baking cookies (for v.day)&lt;/span&gt; then super alot of &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUGARRR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We used super tiring methods to make the cookies when we could've just used simple, no strength methods. Haha, for each person we were supposed to give one &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;man bear&lt;/span&gt; (blue) and one &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;woman bear&lt;/span&gt; (pink) but the blue icing ran out lol. Haha so fun, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week thinking of going training/studying. NJCC is in 25 days, CAs is in...&lt;strong&gt; 4 days&lt;/strong&gt; shit, I just realized, okay 10 mins going to be over, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3jhWZ25EjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/sHTB5k26UX0/s1600-h/bearbear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438344325064364594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3jhWZ25EjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/sHTB5k26UX0/s320/bearbear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6538483320685998157?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6538483320685998157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6538483320685998157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6538483320685998157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6538483320685998157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-with-p.html' title='Wednesdays with P'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3jhWZ25EjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/sHTB5k26UX0/s72-c/bearbear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7411695095641292005</id><published>2010-02-14T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:32:20.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY + V.Day</title><content type='html'>First time blogging in a month, haha damn bored now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; has become super boring :( Parent's are getting super suspicious about me being attached, scary. Keep asking me weirdo questions lol? Maybe I should just make it clear to them -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, totally miss training now. After re-gaining abit of motivation. Question now is: how to gain more power? I am a weakling... so gym? oh yes, pushup!@#$%$#@ noooo... &lt;strong&gt;Super scared of NJCC&lt;/strong&gt;, I think I'll seriously lose damn paiseh :( against jcs... just imagining is scary T.T but still have to try hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened in the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Canoe Marathon :)&lt;/span&gt; Came in &lt;u&gt;4th place&lt;/u&gt;, about 2m away from 3rd. Lost to 3 jcs :( but overall our timing improved and it really was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A month of being class chair...&lt;/span&gt; wow sucks! Stressful and hectic (but still okay lah). Need to pia class tee already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Getting Oakley specs!&lt;/span&gt; and they're super cool &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dark shades&lt;/span&gt;, oh yeah. Mrs. Lingesh said we must get, so I just got them haha, "&lt;em&gt;You are not acting cool, you're just protecting your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;" They way she says water is damn funny, vaathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Excursion to CHIJMES and Body World&lt;/span&gt;... so fun haha Body World is quite scary 'cos it's real humans and I don't dare to walk around alone. It reminds me of hollowman, when he's dissappearing/turning back and his muscles show first... scary. CHIJMES is fun, can take alot of pics and walk around with friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuvalu activity&lt;/span&gt;. The country we are getting for YOG is Tuvalu, it's like near Australia/ Papau New Guinnea (sp?) The islands there have sort of 'a hole' in a middle, with water/sea. Cool, it's not those high tech, Japan country. It's like those beachy Hawaii country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY celebration&lt;/span&gt;. Kids from Holy Family Kindergarten came to our class, I just realized today that I'm from there too! Haha. Vik and me buddied this really cute and hyper kid called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D haha. He's super hyper and damn cute, shy at first too. He gave me a hug and kiss goodbye. Haha, maybe I'll go visit him sometime :) I told him to join canoeing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3fesGADbZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4JmAdHpAG9I/s1600-h/22335_1283204694396_1658486454_713394_2218488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438059924179611026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3fesGADbZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4JmAdHpAG9I/s320/22335_1283204694396_1658486454_713394_2218488_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3fesR_mW4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4g9DllwIdVc/s1600-h/22335_1283206774448_1658486454_713441_4622803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438059927398931330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3fesR_mW4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4g9DllwIdVc/s320/22335_1283206774448_1658486454_713441_4622803_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3ferk9ANJI/AAAAAAAAA-A/05DMHUvEbT8/s1600-h/20042_304524478811_693563811_3370493_2215824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched another movie too, just ytd! &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Percy Jackson and The Lightning Theif&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice, the plot is cool, but quite draggy and there isn't really a climax I would say. Interesting though, but could be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I blog alot already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Everyone a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/81557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/81557.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7411695095641292005?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7411695095641292005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7411695095641292005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7411695095641292005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7411695095641292005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-vday.html' title='CNY + V.Day'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/S3fesGADbZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4JmAdHpAG9I/s72-c/22335_1283204694396_1658486454_713394_2218488_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4122490276067129010</id><published>2010-01-10T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:33:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Shit</title><content type='html'>Okay whatever, so I can't blog 365 days this year, maybe once a week at least? Haha, better don't say later can't blog. Blogging 'cos Xiaohan asked me to and Jac said no time. &lt;em&gt;I HAVE TIME&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has been very &lt;u&gt;hectic&lt;/u&gt;, ring file here, donno what book there, cca fair, what teacher... so on. First week of school sucks, with keytag here, collecting this there, coming to sch and opening the door somewhere inside too, yes I'm honoured to have been sabo-ed as chairperson (sarcasm? I don't know) Haha, but it's cool though, chairperson of 306, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;. Okay shall stop ranting. Vik got Vice Chair 2 again HAHA. We were planning to nominate each other as treasurers though. That was on Monday or Tuesday... I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we went for mass, it's the 80th year anniversary for KC I think, haha. After sch had CCA. On Wed, had sch then went out with Mum to get camping stuff. On Thurs, had sch then CCA. Then on Fri had sch then made the ODAC banner for CCA fair (ytd). Then ytd had &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CCA fair&lt;/span&gt; and trg la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy blog le, need learn ting xie. Bloody hell, but ohya, ytd was damn fun rowing, but pekcek la. Keep saying fuck fuck fuck. HAHA stress relief :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn confused now, fuck :( &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss K1&lt;/span&gt;, so untroublesome. Now push me here and there + my stroke become like shit, then so demoralised at how much I deproved... Arg, Joey I want K2 with you! (HAHA SO FUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4122490276067129010?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4122490276067129010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4122490276067129010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4122490276067129010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4122490276067129010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusing-shit.html' title='Confusing Shit'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2688536526164601690</id><published>2010-01-02T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:12:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x2 Chipmunks!</title><content type='html'>Wondering if I can blog all 365 days of this year! Hahah, stupid thought. Anyway, just ate dinner (pizza), goddamn, it's &lt;u&gt;15 days to canoe marathon&lt;/u&gt; and I'm still eating fast food. Someone kill me(I am just joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahs, ok -let's cont with today's story. In the morn had trg as usual, had to do 10 rounds of 2.4km with Joey in &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Snow White K2&lt;/span&gt;, which is supposedly 22km? Goddamn shitty I swear... Felt damn sucky :( Patient ~ Sad ~ Angry ~ Pissed ~ &lt;em&gt;Forget it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aft trg went out with Jus to celebrate my bday lah. His present damn nice and thoughtful :) Really miss going out with Jolene, Charlotte, Collette, Dianty, Tracy and Khali for lunch tho. KFC for lunch then went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;, haha! My second time watching, even more funny! Then aft that didn't have much time left so went to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; ICC&lt;/span&gt;, Ice Cream♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we can do this more often, so fun! Haha, this is my last hour of being 14. Sucks, 15 is so old already! Like one year before sec 4 (which I label as super old) and one year after sec 2 (which is like, quite young la). I think I'm having a middle-aged crisis thing during my teenage life. Wow that sounded so girly and 'mature'. HECK NAH, haha talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks, going to spend my last hour bathing/rotting/msning/breathing/listening to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2688536526164601690?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2688536526164601690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2688536526164601690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2688536526164601690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2688536526164601690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/01/x2-chipmunks.html' title='x2 Chipmunks!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7264355059743654025</id><published>2010-01-01T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:25:27.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sz30vIZ5t5I/AAAAAAAAA94/8VzRz2Ud3hM/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421758616971098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sz30vIZ5t5I/AAAAAAAAA94/8VzRz2Ud3hM/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! &lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt; is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 passed by so goddamn fast, no shit man! Wahaha, looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YOG&lt;/span&gt; and an awesome year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 days to canoe marathon.&lt;/u&gt; What to do? I'm freaking confused about what I want right now. Not even in good shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, 2 days to &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;. Fag, 72hrs to complete hw. &lt;em&gt;Screw you hw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. Feel bloody vulgar now, better shut my mouth before something slips out- ttyl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7264355059743654025?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7264355059743654025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7264355059743654025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7264355059743654025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7264355059743654025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1-of-2010.html' title='Day 1 of 2010.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sz30vIZ5t5I/AAAAAAAAA94/8VzRz2Ud3hM/s72-c/IMG_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5899533953922071007</id><published>2009-12-01T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:32:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day to US!</title><content type='html'>What day is it today? Oh ya, Tuesday. I have tuition in awhile, ohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd had trg, which was as per normal, except that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; molested my leg! The experience is very &lt;u&gt;creepy&lt;/u&gt;. Yer! Okay, change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat miss rowing in K1, seeing someone use the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boat&lt;/span&gt; I love, and exceling in it, is very agitating. However, all my thoughts and goals are now set on K2, with Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reach my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;22km goal&lt;/span&gt;! We were at about 21km, and then we had to packup, dammit. No chucky yesterday, maybe because there wasn't enough, haahaa. Plus, one more was lost. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trg, went to bathe *eeks* and go eat lunch then go Jus' house, then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayayay, later going to try out new k4, &lt;em&gt;excitedddddd&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5899533953922071007?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5899533953922071007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5899533953922071007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5899533953922071007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5899533953922071007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-day-to-us.html' title='One day to US!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5381671013834959328</id><published>2009-11-29T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:54:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a whole week, sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was MIA, &lt;s&gt;few&lt;/s&gt;many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was sick, from last Friday till Thurs. Like one whole week? Then the stupid &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;throat infection&lt;/span&gt; cleared. Which is quite odd because I normally recover extremely fast. It was really torture having the throat infection, like really &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, wanted to go swaveboarding, but couldn't, so in the end, went to PP only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tues, showed up for trg, but couldn't do anything but help them, because was still sick, after that... I went home... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed... I had to go make my passport, so we went to get the ticket no. first, then go for lunch, then come back, then go send my sis for her Dyslexia test. After that, went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs... eTrg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went swaveboarding at ECP, it was cool! Rain sucks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swaveboarding's so fun&lt;/span&gt;, I went on Sat too. After eTrg and picking up my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I'm going USA next Wed. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;, here I come! Then &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5381671013834959328?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5381671013834959328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5381671013834959328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5381671013834959328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5381671013834959328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/yayness.html' title='Yayness!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4668423623348720960</id><published>2009-11-22T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:59.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance.</title><content type='html'>Ashleigh and Jakob's first routine together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/suUTs5CdY4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/suUTs5CdY4o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaFrPEWJl2E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaFrPEWJl2E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0vvSG7wNjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0vvSG7wNjU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Fourth is the Hip Hop one, the first video on the previous post. Don't you just love them. Haha, they're nice to watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4668423623348720960?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4668423623348720960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4668423623348720960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4668423623348720960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4668423623348720960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2564828844811443397</id><published>2009-11-21T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:55.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did She Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other nice ones, but quite some time back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTa2UOZkVwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTa2UOZkVwo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JoTqScSpIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JoTqScSpIc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy have no 6 pack, so it's totally minus one point for his appearance. He had nothing to show, yet the girl still unbuttons his shirt... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgGeuKmkygs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgGeuKmkygs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25, damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2564828844811443397?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2564828844811443397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2564828844811443397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2564828844811443397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2564828844811443397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-did-she-say.html' title='What Did She Say.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5803912779043485015</id><published>2009-11-20T09:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:28:31.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week Flew By.</title><content type='html'>Everyone's @ trg right now :( and I'm sick at home. I missed trg ytd too to go to the &lt;u&gt;Health Conference&lt;/u&gt; Mr. Lee askedm the Health Ambassadors to go to. It was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so ytd, met &lt;em&gt;Yi Hui and Hilary&lt;/em&gt; at my hse in the morning and we took a cab to &lt;strong&gt;Republic Poly&lt;/strong&gt;, it cost $35? Haha, but my mother paid for it because she was supposed to send us originally :) Parents went for bro's graduation haha. We got in the taxi and the taxi driver was like, you all schooling there ar? How old are you? We told him we're sec 2 and we got into RP through direct admission, and he believed. In the taxi, Hilary got nothing better to do but to video video, then Yi Hui very quiet, sms sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to the big big campus, we just followed the crowd, and somehow found our way to W4, Augora Hall 2? 4? &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Forgot&lt;/span&gt;. We registered, then went in and sat down like right infront, with 3 other students from diff schs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they briefed us on the programme, then we had a talk? Then brkfast? Then another talk and walking around? Then idk lah. Then had to fill in some lucky draw crossword also to win a Wii for our sch, we weren't lucky enough, sorry. Then walked around, twice, played with stuff - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swaveboard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;skateboard&lt;/span&gt;? Can't rmbr what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkk, then finish, then went to this cool game room. With like a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, and 2 walls which we can HIT, and this I forgot what, but it had a belt with a sensor. Haha, then we played inside that room, very fun. Then dk do what... go back and make some vehicle. Our facilitator damn funny. My whole grp was like doing nonsense all through the last segment? Hahahaha. Our vehicle had a triumph advertisement in the front with Osama Bin Ladin (sp?) at the back ok idk who. Blablabla. Then finish liao, took pics, ate &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt; and went home by MRT. Totally long ride from Woodlands to Bedok during rush hour. Haha then went home then had an intresting phonecall then had fever then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, just totally crammed everything up there haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, went to buy bks and eTr. Stupid &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, went to watch &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;, and eat &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mango Ice&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, had trg then went to ECP to cycle with Jia Li, Rachel, Felicia, Dorea, Stephenie, Vik and Amila. Ate lunch @ Macs, and went for DDR, because it rained. Then went to cycle. After cycling, went back to play DDR. I fell down while cycling, luckily I fell on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; :) Then went home with Dorea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's it for the week. No pics, 'coz I'm lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels come down to help people, they appear in human forms, am I lucky enough to have seen one before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wonder who is my guardian angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5803912779043485015?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5803912779043485015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5803912779043485015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5803912779043485015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5803912779043485015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-week-flew-by.html' title='1 Week Flew By.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-563669776636919675</id><published>2009-11-15T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:32.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>Playing &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; now. Keefe intro to me. My fish is damn cute! Its name is &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sv_-KdTjeLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D6N98ZZITL4/s1600-h/Fish!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404317533486676146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sv_-KdTjeLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D6N98ZZITL4/s320/Fish!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Shirleen, my Mama fish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Parkway Parade&lt;/strong&gt; with Mum, Bro and Sis. That's about it :) You know, we came back with a box full of Harry Potter books, the whole set. However, we could not find the &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt; book I wanted because that cover design was sold out in both Borders and Popular. Well, I'm going to get it soon! &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-563669776636919675?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/563669776636919675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=563669776636919675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/563669776636919675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/563669776636919675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Sv_-KdTjeLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D6N98ZZITL4/s72-c/Fish!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1198939236124868925</id><published>2009-11-15T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:40.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Big Waves.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Ytd Joey and I hit our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;21km&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goal, without capsizing. Then we sprinted back and capsized. Cooooolz! Time to aim for 22km, maybe even 24? (3 sets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did sets of 8km ytd, same drill - Joey and me in &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt; K2. We became tired quite fast, and by the starting of the 3rd set, I was already &lt;em&gt;sleepy&lt;/em&gt;. The waves ytd were humongous, and so many people in Bedok Reservoir too -_- Quite fun la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trg went to Bedok Inter and Mum picked me up, then went home to bathe, change then go to town. First Mum, bro and I went to &lt;strong&gt;Robinsons&lt;/strong&gt; to get my sis' thermal underwear and clothes for states trip. Then walked to Orchard Central and went to look for shoes for me. We went into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Martins&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt;. Timothy(bro) was facinated by the long escalators so we rode on it -.- After looking around, we went to Robinsons to get the car, and drove to &lt;strong&gt;Wisma Atria&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Robinsons, Mum thought I had nabbed her cigerettes and put them in the car, but I didn't, they were actually in her bag. After finding out that I tricked her she kept saying I was annoying etc. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Wisma Atria, we went to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aldo&lt;/span&gt;, then to &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Nine West&lt;/span&gt;, then back to Aldo where we finally got a pair of boots for me. Then after that we got some drinks and went home. I drank &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Milo Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;!! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1198939236124868925?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1198939236124868925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1198939236124868925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1198939236124868925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1198939236124868925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-big-waves.html' title='Big Big Waves.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5125768172888876344</id><published>2009-11-13T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:12.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Post.</title><content type='html'>Apparently today's adventure will be kept secret, because I'm far too lazy to explain to people about myself and why &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;, why &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realize how common two-faced people are. Are there really many people I can trust in my circle of "friends"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking would be unneccessary because it is not good to doubt the friendships I have between many people, it's just not what a friend would do. I'll try to halt all thoughts on this, starting - &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! I'm so looking forward to tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;21km, here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5125768172888876344?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5125768172888876344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5125768172888876344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5125768172888876344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5125768172888876344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-post.html' title='Weird Post.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1201234434631720191</id><published>2009-11-09T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:02:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20km!</title><content type='html'>Guess what. Guess what. Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;20km&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Shaaazam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for training today. Coach had invigilation in sch for sick students, so a new Coach came, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Teo&lt;/span&gt;. One things for sure, he's &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;freaking fast&lt;/span&gt;. Well anyway, we had to row up to the 1000m mark, 8km then rest. We went for the first 8km, then rested, then the next, drank water and went again (didn't rest) and then completed 20km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raced 200m with Mr. Teo once, and he won us 40m? Wow~ Raced with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;K4&lt;/span&gt; and Mr. Teo for 500m, the last 500m then we reach 20km. Obviously, we lost, but we did not give up oks! Our balanced has seriously improved and my Father's sunglasses really helped. I can focus better while wearing them lol, but I was still called Salted Fish's wife. &lt;em&gt;Ewww&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trg Jolene pulled me to lunch with Collette, Charlotte, Khali and Dianty, haha and she gave me &lt;u&gt;two cute pens&lt;/u&gt; from Korea too. Thanks niece! We went to eat at &lt;strong&gt;Century Square&lt;/strong&gt; foodcourt. After finding seats and buying food, I went to buy drinks for everyone then came back and Jolene spilled the Dianty's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bandung &lt;/span&gt;LOL. Then her shoebag and my Iphone smell like Bandung, her leg also. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, played&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Tai Ti&lt;/span&gt;, then stopped and went to T1 roof or smth and played there instead. The flowers there were singing gay music and Charlotte was dancing to it. Played &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Jack&lt;/span&gt; and Tai Ti? Yeah... Keep losing and being the WC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished playing and took 31 home with Dianty, Khali and Charlotte. It started to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; and I walked home in the rain haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to Orchard to watch movie with best friends today, sad. Hope we can go some other day instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1201234434631720191?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1201234434631720191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1201234434631720191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1201234434631720191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1201234434631720191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/20km.html' title='20km!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-693713775564594283</id><published>2009-11-08T19:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:43:03.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubblegum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;, yes I'm reading that now. After being motivated by Joey's English assignment. I suddenly found the book in my house and decided to read it. How convenient. next, I'm going to try to read The &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;/my mother's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the story for my English holiday homework already. Woohoo! It was not as boring as I thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are currently pain from talking/listening on the phone for &lt;u&gt;2 hours straight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today went for the last Cathechism class, then for lunch @ &lt;strong&gt;PP&lt;/strong&gt; - Sakae Sushi, prefer Waraku much more though! Then went home and slacked. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad lent me his&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Golfs sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;, going to use them for training tomorrow. Hope they are useful, and hopefully I don't lose them or look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you see the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;? Catch her police. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvauK9ReIMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ApPPF3JCciI/s1600-h/Shirleen%27s+bubblegum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401696306347253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvauK9ReIMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ApPPF3JCciI/s320/Shirleen%27s+bubblegum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-693713775564594283?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/693713775564594283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=693713775564594283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/693713775564594283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/693713775564594283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/bubblegum.html' title='Bubblegum'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvauK9ReIMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ApPPF3JCciI/s72-c/Shirleen%27s+bubblegum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-7863476529570334008</id><published>2009-11-07T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:36:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late!</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 6 days into the holidays. Had training as usual, however today I overslept and woke up at 9. I'm supposed to reach there by 7.30, great. Woke up, saw the time, and immediately called Coach to apologize. After that, got ready and rushed to Bedok Reservoir. Reached there at 9.45, and was late by 2 hr +. Great, first time late. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed in, and did warmup, then went down in K2 with Joey! With &lt;b&gt;Coach's sunglasses&lt;/b&gt;. Yay! We told him about the splashing problem, that I always get smacked in the face by water (because of Joey), therefore, our co-ordination is off (he said I couldn't co-ordinate well). The sunglasses were nice, really! Then I don't want to give it to someone else. Haha, well, it seriously did save me from all of Joey's splashing. Cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so train train train, our butt like not even like that haha! Amazingly, &lt;u&gt;we did not cap&lt;/u&gt;! Woohoo? What an achievement :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trg went to eat lunch and return library books with Justin. Then took a bus, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then yesterday, I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;! Which is, damn scary, for me. I'm a scaredy cat okay...Watched it at&lt;strong&gt; Tampines&lt;/strong&gt; GV with Shirleen (my master!) and Vanessa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, met Joey at my busstop, then went to eat lunch tgt @ Tampines. Then aft that met Shirleen and Vanessa. Bought popcorn and everything, then went in the cinema. The drink was this cute &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astro Boy&lt;/span&gt; cup! Haha. Joey didn't come watch with us because she watched the movie already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after the movie we went to &lt;strong&gt;VivoCity&lt;/strong&gt;, first shop - Forever21. Conclusion, they like to shop, ohno. Then went to the store opposite, that &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I forgot the name of&lt;/span&gt;... Oops. Then to Zara and all ~ Had fun looking at all the clothes :) After that went to camwhore? In the middle of nowhere, then went to the open space to continue camwhoring? Vanessa lah! Say camwhore then kanchionq alr~ Haha. Then after that go arcade, but they not the type who go arcade, so didn't play much. After that got some stuff to eat then trained to Bedok and took 197. Played&lt;em&gt; truth or dare&lt;/em&gt; the whole time, using Iphone. Quite fun lahs, but they so kaypoh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAyUAk34I/AAAAAAAAA9I/3TMxnDh796o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364929953718146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAyUAk34I/AAAAAAAAA9I/3TMxnDh796o/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish! Vanessa never do because she's a carrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAyMR0fAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Btk60tKxpoY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364927878560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAyMR0fAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Btk60tKxpoY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAxy8kHgI/AAAAAAAAA84/W83rxGU5fdY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364921078521346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAxy8kHgI/AAAAAAAAA84/W83rxGU5fdY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be taller than me, but fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAx10EoDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_rPQEvvbehg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364921848209458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAx10EoDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_rPQEvvbehg/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I've also recently been enjoying my time on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AuditionSEA private server&lt;/span&gt;! Can buy so many clothes. Cool sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWFQVCcHuI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ThaggDK2XcM/s1600-h/2009_11_4_17.14.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369843672555234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWFQVCcHuI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ThaggDK2XcM/s320/2009_11_4_17.14.54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWFQIRwAUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fkTe4GAeh9Y/s1600-h/2009_11_6_22.2.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369840247112002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWFQIRwAUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fkTe4GAeh9Y/s320/2009_11_6_22.2.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-7863476529570334008?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7863476529570334008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=7863476529570334008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7863476529570334008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/7863476529570334008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/late.html' title='Late!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SvWAyUAk34I/AAAAAAAAA9I/3TMxnDh796o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1714125163891719246</id><published>2009-11-05T09:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:46:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my streaming results!</title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mugging my ass off and everything for EOY. I really got what I wanted, like really. Even this &lt;u&gt;bonus&lt;/u&gt;, which is also what I want! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm damn happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in the same class as Victoria! Yay :) &amp;amp; Claire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my dream of sitting with her will finally come true? Idk, we're taking the same subs, but she's taking an extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. At least there's something to look forward to next year. However I'm very sad that I'll still be seperated with some close friends :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, there's at least 2 of us in every class we're in. Meetups, during hols ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to miss the rest though - - STOP. Will not brag about this, because it's not like we're seperated forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1714125163891719246?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1714125163891719246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1714125163891719246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1714125163891719246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1714125163891719246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-streaming-results.html' title='I love my streaming results!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-685069867204120947</id><published>2009-11-04T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:57:03.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time.</title><content type='html'>Hello 3rd Day of Holidays. Today, I get to re-experience the feeling of slacking at home and having nothing to do. Haven't had this feeling for a long time. Then again, I still get the urge to pick up a book, or do &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt;, which is productive, so that I can improve, or gain a new skill. Wonder when did I start become like this, is this good, or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few options would be to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Continue doing my English holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;2) Start reading the dictionary, because I think my English is &lt;u&gt;very limited&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn the ChengYu for Chinese holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;4) Observe &lt;s&gt;old people&lt;/s&gt; the elderly for CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Suddenly it seems that I have alot of things to complete. Oh ya, I also must print out results slip. Haha, now I really can't slack around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-685069867204120947?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/685069867204120947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=685069867204120947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/685069867204120947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/685069867204120947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4279432576559632934</id><published>2009-11-03T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:27:56.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K2 Surprise.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up and sent sis to doc, coz she was sick. Poor Kylie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jus came my house and we went training together. Then training! Took K2 with Joey. It was &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;, rowed 10km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then chionq home, and now play comp :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Shirleen Lim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here: &lt;a href="http://www.footprints-inmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.footprints-inmyheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4279432576559632934?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4279432576559632934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4279432576559632934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4279432576559632934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4279432576559632934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/k2-surprise.html' title='K2 Surprise.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8039537461419807332</id><published>2009-11-02T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:03:05.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away.</title><content type='html'>Haha, today after doing all those stuffs, I have finally made my new &lt;u&gt;EZ Link card&lt;/u&gt;! Happy! Haha, went to &lt;strong&gt;Pasir Ris&lt;/strong&gt; to do that and met &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt; there. Sat down and had a chat with him for awhile :) then went home, he and his nonsense, he was so &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; just now lah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, didn't run today because the &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; made it so slippery and puddley :( Tomorrow also have training. Then I'll have to stone and paddle again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8039537461419807332?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8039537461419807332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8039537461419807332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8039537461419807332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8039537461419807332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4461883214299422028</id><published>2009-11-02T08:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:57:15.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Holidays.</title><content type='html'>Omg, just thinking about how my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;niece is in Korea&lt;/span&gt; right now. Then like remember about the BBQ, like &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;don't know how many days ago&lt;/span&gt;. I totally forgot to upload the pics lah, so bad of me. Heh, but now like very late to upload, so don't know whether to upload anot. Got damn fed up after the Charlotte and Collette bicycle vid took freaking long to upload, so didn't upload anything. LOL, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up early. Then after this need to go to sch then to library then to PP then to take photos, for my &lt;u&gt;lost EZ Link card.&lt;/u&gt; Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shit, I just realized how much I wanted to get into 306, that's why I worked hard for EOYs, to work hard and take &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;triple science&lt;/span&gt;, but then in the end I opted for double science. However, I think it's the right choice for me, idk? I just find it very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, holidays coming. &lt;strong&gt;Training. Running. Homework.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Going out&lt;/em&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics to make my blog more colourful LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I MISS THIS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this person to play with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sazXh9OI/AAAAAAAAA8o/zqLR9IKfFnA/s1600-h/2008_7_29_17.52.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301842240926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sazXh9OI/AAAAAAAAA8o/zqLR9IKfFnA/s400/2008_7_29_17.52.40.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these bestf. in real life &amp;amp; in audi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sNxw0JxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KkbLUcmSxsM/s1600-h/2008_8_16_18.39.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301618471806738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sNxw0JxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KkbLUcmSxsM/s400/2008_8_16_18.39.48.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this family, with many others also not in this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sNqz1SpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4z5ox65CFe0/s1600-h/2008_8_18_22.45.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301616605416082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sNqz1SpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4z5ox65CFe0/s400/2008_8_18_22.45.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Random~&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4461883214299422028?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4461883214299422028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4461883214299422028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4461883214299422028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4461883214299422028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-of-holidays.html' title='First Day of Holidays.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/Su4sazXh9OI/AAAAAAAAA8o/zqLR9IKfFnA/s72-c/2008_7_29_17.52.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6358327844537247017</id><published>2009-10-31T21:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:26:41.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween.</title><content type='html'>There are no pictures at my blog! This could be because I am now using an &lt;b&gt;iPhone&lt;/b&gt;. Damns, but I still can get other pics right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had ODAC in the morning today. Did 2 sets of 10km. Extremely pekcek after I capped and the boat became red. Disgustinggg, but this made me even more determined to finish my laps. LOL. Then row row row row row, break 10 mins then go for second set. Then finish 10 mins before packup, so packuped first :( Coach said to try to do more, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came home, bathed, ate abit, and went to pick sis. Then came home and friends came over. Tried to watch &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/span&gt;, but pizza came and all that. Quite boring, I'm so sueing the organiser, MaoMao! so sad Amila couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha we played so called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Marco Polo&lt;/span&gt; in my tiny room. Damn fun. Sis kept interrupting -.- zzz. Everyone like like her more, then Jie Yun said: &lt;em&gt;Don't worry Kimberlyn, I love you as much as your sis&lt;/em&gt; or smth lidat :( Wahlao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks nvm, we had abit of fun anw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, what happened on Friday ah? Ohya, went to &lt;strong&gt;ICC&lt;/strong&gt;. Yummm. Friday had Class Party and received &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;results slip&lt;/span&gt;! It was the last day of school and the last day in the same class as Vik :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; Victoria. Although my wish of sitting with you never&lt;br /&gt;came true in the end, I thank God that we're at least in the same class :) Thank&lt;br /&gt;you for being such a great friend. You really mean alot to me as my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class. Although you don't like to go out and find it lecheh, and our&lt;br /&gt;interests are not the same, we still can laugh like idiots, at the silliest&lt;br /&gt;things. Haha, hope we will stay this close, always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6358327844537247017?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6358327844537247017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6358327844537247017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6358327844537247017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6358327844537247017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-no-pictures-at-my-blog-this.html' title='Halloween.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1167736812258509619</id><published>2009-10-27T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:53:28.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz...</title><content type='html'>Sian, in school now during some movie period and everyone is like watching the Hindi movie while I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mysteriously&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; using the comp at the back of the classroom =.="" okok, bye!! Later got CCA yay??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;kimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1167736812258509619?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1167736812258509619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1167736812258509619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1167736812258509619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1167736812258509619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/zzz.html' title='Zzz...'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4402307647366665227</id><published>2009-10-26T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:27:35.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Start Running.</title><content type='html'>Today, went to school. Quite boring. I'm really not sure whether I should take bio because I like it. I also don't know whether to take triple science because CCA is more impt. However, I guess I'll stick to the Physics decision, besides, I got alot of help :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Literature marks today, and it sucks. Deproved by &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class cont to watch the Hindi show agn. Haha! And someone, I think Ng Ying or Arica, called me Ishaan, the depressed boy from the vid. Wth. Nothing to dooooo in class, so practised writing with leftie agn :) I'm getting better. Oh! Doodled alot on the board too... Hahahahaha! Vik and me drew some shit... which was like this person, throw a rock at a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;flying penguin&lt;/span&gt;, who shitted and the shit fell down, on &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i-forgot-what&lt;/span&gt;. A tree? Then got this other person, saw a pot of gold coming from a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. He ran for it, then we draw one rock infront of him, so he will trip :) Then the pot of gold will disappear! Wahahahaha. Then got this plane want to hit the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;, in the sky, but Vik drew a flying penguin beside the angel, so I guess the plane will hit the penguin instead... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wtv, aft. school went to find Ms. S Tan and ask her abt Science stuff. However I'm still quite unsure. Sian, then Amila, Dorea and me went to the library. It was my idea, but in the end I didn't borrow any books. We saw Dorea's sis and her friend, which is also a YF from Holy Fam. Small world man, his name is Russel. The one I remembered as brussel sprout... Nvm. He told me his name start with R, then I guess correctly, so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dorea owes us 2 bucks&lt;/span&gt; each 'coz he guessed my name correctly too. Haha. &lt;u&gt;Dorea, READ THIS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blablabla (lazy to blog) went to run aft I came back, from &lt;strong&gt;St. Pats to Bedok Reservoir&lt;/strong&gt;, saw many many things, and ran to places I didn't know, with help from the signs and maps along the way of course. Not a stressful run, just an easy around 6~7km jog :) In around an hour? Haha slow and easy... Then came home and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Remind me to sign the form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4402307647366665227?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4402307647366665227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4402307647366665227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4402307647366665227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4402307647366665227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-start-running.html' title='Time to Start Running.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-8761158410987805431</id><published>2009-10-25T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:39:29.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out Over Streaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally freaking out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we don't get into the same class.&lt;br /&gt;What if we drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What. What. What.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you all get new best friends :(&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't make the right choiceee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's nothing to be freaking out about. There's an answer to this. There's always an answer for almost everything, and it is - - - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wtv. Don't stress Kimberlyn, as you tell people, don't worry about what has not happened. so, topic, over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ytd was so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahahahaha. Time to do something productive, not that blogging isn't. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-8761158410987805431?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8761158410987805431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=8761158410987805431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8761158410987805431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/8761158410987805431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/freaking-out-over-streaming.html' title='Freaking Out Over Streaming.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4849975936340877576</id><published>2009-10-24T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:58:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Bali.</title><content type='html'>Sian, I know I wanna blog many things, but like no time. Okay, faster skim thru the &lt;strong&gt;Bali&lt;/strong&gt; trip thing :B Then I don't need to blog about it already. &lt;i&gt;Hyeh Hyeh Hyeh Hyeh...&lt;/i&gt; (Don't know how to spell the retarded evil laughter...) LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Er. Er... What happened ah? Ok, on Friday, Mummy, Timothy (idiotic brother), Ryan (younger cousin), Mama (my grandma!) and me went to the airport by cab with Daddy. Daddy took the cab to his office, veryvery far away aft we dropped off at the airport. Then blablabla got into plane, Garuda one. Means, don't have the screen to play with :( So, decided to sleep. After like 2hr or less, reached Jakarta (we were transfering). Then walk around the airport arnd 2hrs then go on the plane to Bali. Reach liao then blablabla we saw this guy, who also our tour guide and stuff, and he sent us to the hotel, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aston Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Aft reaching there and checking in and everything, we slacked in the room awhile and then went out to eat at a nearby restaurant called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;i-forgot-what&lt;/span&gt;. Then went back and sleep. During dinner we found out that there was an earthquake around Jakarta area right after we left. Wow. Hope those people there are okay. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday! We went on a tour. First to this place where we could see some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;traditional dancing and acting&lt;/span&gt; :) The Warung, the God of Siva, some of these charas. Very unique and new to me. (Sorry if I spelt some of the charas wrong!) Then aft that went to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Batik factory&lt;/span&gt; I think. Then bought some Batik stuff~ Aft that went to this restaurant which can see Volcano, like veryvery far away. 2hr drive. I was being me of course, sleeping in the car like some pig. *oinks. Then blablabla eat eat eat, take pics with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;volcano&lt;/span&gt; then go off, to some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;plantation&lt;/span&gt; thing which had, shit coffee. Super funny lah. This mongoose animal, will eat the coffee bean, because the skin of the coffee bean is digestable but the bean itself is not, the bean will be shitted out. The skin of the coffee bean is the bitter part, so the bean tastes nice right? Then the bean is washed and cleared of shit, fried... like roasted into golden brown colour, then pounded into coffee. It tastes really nice! but, I didn't try it lol. It's super ex also! Haha, the cocoa powder there very nice :) Aft this I forgot where we went le, think we went to some place, then can buy stuff there. I chose to buy this really cool &lt;b&gt;bat&lt;/b&gt; kite! So can play :) Stupid Timothy go copy me and bought this red eagle kite -.-. Then aft that went back to the hotel and ate buffet dinner there. Very nice :) Seafood seafood. My mum kept disturbing the frenchies when she taking stuff at the buffet table =x annoyinggggg. Hehe. Aft that eat, go back and SLEEP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday sunday sunday! In the morning, went sea sports! Which was super fun. Tried &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like finally. It's super nice to be in the sky, with this nice breeze, and this nice view. Shiok :) Don't have the feeling like your falling. That scary scary feeling, no don't have. Have this feeling you're just like, I don't know how to say, but not scary at all. After parasailing, went to play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flying Fish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! After begging my brother to play with me so long. My mother and brother both donwan. Brother being scaredy shit lah. I would have gone alone but it was for two person. :/ Then, finally persuaded him and we went lah. Extremely fun, seriously. Like it will fly and you have to lie down. Then when it fly, the float that you are lying down on will become upright, so it's like you're standing lidat, then you can see like the water quite far below you. Fun fun fun. Not common also because this is the first time I was offered to play this! At time the flying fish will be flat on the water instead of flying, so can ride it like a banana boat. :P Yay. Aft seasporting, I did a spray art tattoo (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spi&lt;/span&gt;der shaped on my back) and then we went back to the hotel to swim. After that we went to Kuta area to eat and shop!!! Cool. Alot of nice shirt and stuff there, all the sporty brands. Roxy, Quiksilver, Billabong, Volcom, RipCurl, Rusty. Cool sia, but didn't get to go to the last two, because no time. Aft shopping went to Hard Rock Cafe to eat. Then went home, sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the last day, Monday. That morning we were almost scammed by this Time Share company. If you go on holiday then some unknown shit person call you and tell you that you fill in this form and you won something big, then ask you go their place and collect and stuff, DON'T GO. You'll so regret! They'll hypnotize you or something then you won't know what you have signed = you losing alot of money. Lucky, my mother is those skeptical sort, and she went to the reception to check about this hotel they asked us to go to. The hotel staff then told us about alot of these calls and what happens to the people who go there and stuff. We then ignored their invite to go there and asked the hotel staff to block all the calls going to our room. Haha, we had breakfast at the hotel, which we normally have. (Same place for all three days, quite nice there. Normal, buffet breakfast.) Then aft that my brother and cousin went to swim. Then we packup and left for airport :) Finally, we flew back to SG. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End post on &lt;strong&gt;Bali&lt;/strong&gt; :) Now I gtg bathe and get ready for later. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4849975936340877576?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4849975936340877576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4849975936340877576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4849975936340877576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4849975936340877576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/sian-i-know-i-wanna-blog-many-things.html' title='Remembering Bali.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-5984962459848792892</id><published>2009-10-22T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:24:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Training!</title><content type='html'>Feel extremely sad and tired aft trg. :( Sick now... with the flu and feeling down... School was okay. Got back Maths and English :) Maths was okay... English was suck... Scary because English and Maths are double weightage and I didn't do so well for English. For Maths, had many careless mistakes, but overall quite satisfied. Today, we had many reading periods, in which our class was watched over by Mrs PT. She let us watch this Hindi movie which was quite nice haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will cont blogging tomorrow. Sorry... Needa go get some rest. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-5984962459848792892?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5984962459848792892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=5984962459848792892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5984962459848792892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/5984962459848792892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-training.html' title='Back to Training!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6715459962300452959</id><published>2009-10-21T08:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:50:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ.</title><content type='html'>In school now, IT period. Everyone is allowed to use comps and almost all of my classmates are on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) I'm back from Bali and will update on it later on, need to see whether I can get my hands on those pics we took :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jolene's and Charlotte's birthday BBQ&lt;/span&gt;. Which turned out okay. Much less people then expected though. S giving so many probs, actually both ways because we're giving probs to him too... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ytd met Collette @ Parkway busstop at 10am. She ate breakfast then we met Tracy @ the foodcourt. Aft that we went to Giant to get the stuff then met Charlotte. Then we all went to my house :D! (to prepare the stuff...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare liao then take cab to ECP. Then went to our pit, no. 27. Awhile later like at 2+ me and Tracy rented a double bike and cycled to Lagoon. Tracy sat infront, aft my failure in trying to handle the front ~_~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cycled back then tried to make the fire. People started coming too... The stupid fire took like 2hrs! Only successful with the help of Charlotte's dad, so pathetic right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. K, then we started cooking lah and eating :) Later on started playing &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;truth or dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and stuff, but mostly truth. Funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; still. Guess my blog will start to become a wordy blog ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtv. Anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CHARLOTTE &amp;amp; JOLENE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aka. Mummy &amp;amp; Niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY FWITAI&lt;/span&gt; :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know whether you recieved my SMS from Bali though... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The times have gone for the celebration of the ending of EOYS, but now the dreaded results are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh! Today getting back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Geog&lt;/span&gt;. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kimmie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6715459962300452959?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6715459962300452959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6715459962300452959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6715459962300452959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6715459962300452959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-school-now-it-period.html' title='BBQ.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1990573052155907223</id><published>2009-10-13T12:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:58:50.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! Did You Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>Yay! Science is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Feels like a super big weight lifted off my shoulders :) Found a new blogskin, haha. It's so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Okay so these few days have been studying like crazy. Science was damn hard I tell you! Like what the hell is a vascu- something, even worse, in the diagram the penis was smaller than the balls. LOL! Mr. A. was like smiling the whole way! Like smiling, smiling, watching us do his hard, hard, &lt;u&gt;HARD&lt;/u&gt; paper. Then he was walking around and suddenly come and look at my paper I think, I felt like writing "I hate you Mr. A..." Zzz, but it's already over, so... nvm :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Maths Paper 2, then the next day is Chinese Oral and Listening. Then, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BALI&lt;/span&gt;! Hehe. Can't wait to play with the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;underwater camera&lt;/span&gt; ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, blogging seems very weird. Hahaha. Ohya, ytd was damn funny! Invited Amila, Dorea, Jie Yun and Stephenie to my house to study Science, so much fun. Ate pizza for lunch and watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Powerpuff Girls Z&lt;/span&gt;?? Hahahahaha. Amila left first, followed by Jie Yun then Stephenie and lastly, Dorea. Super fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These exam days are like more fun then my normal days? Lol. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vanessa also came back &lt;/span&gt;to SG on the 27th of Sept, (if I remember correctly). We went out on Monday 28th I think, to &lt;strong&gt;ChinaTown&lt;/strong&gt; with her friend Sianzzz who is super tall! Then we went Suntec to take neoprints :) Before we went, she came in class! Amila and me had to hide her painted nails and I was like holding her hands tgt (to cover the nails) and covering her eyes (for surprise effect). Then when she went into class, she was greeted by the normal sight la haha! We (our clique) kept making alot of noise in the class room and our co-form was like shhh shhh LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went &lt;strong&gt;SG Flyer&lt;/strong&gt; with her, and then to Suntec again. Most of the pics are already on Facebook this this is going to be just a wordy post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other things happened...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, me and Jie Yun went to &lt;strong&gt;Amila's house&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hari Raya!&lt;/span&gt; Super fun hahahaha. Had to eat with hands, and her mother said I'm a good guest :) Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... also had IT Project quite a long time ago. Donno whether I posted it anot... but it was a success I guess, (the video), we went to &lt;strong&gt;Jie Yun's house&lt;/strong&gt; like 4 days during our Sept Hols. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently, went for some &lt;strong&gt;Dragonboat event&lt;/strong&gt; with Joey. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Alot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened recently, hope it's always this fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya! (3rd time I said this) My grades improved &lt;em&gt;tremendously&lt;/em&gt; for CA4. Unfortunately, it's not really counted -_-" Well, it gave me alot of confidence that when I study, I can do much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now :D Will be posting more soon, with exams over. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1990573052155907223?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1990573052155907223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1990573052155907223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1990573052155907223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1990573052155907223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-science-is-over-feels-like-super.html' title='I&apos;m Back! Did You Miss Me?'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6435897724788633895</id><published>2009-08-29T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:18:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I won't be blogging for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longgg&lt;/span&gt; time I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;EOYs coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've moved to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrr. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'll be back soon :)&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, kimberlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6435897724788633895?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6435897724788633895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6435897724788633895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6435897724788633895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6435897724788633895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-i-wont-be-blogging-for-longgg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-372182217975948457</id><published>2009-08-19T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:12:47.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up uP UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Break the barriers and conquer the Trophaeum Tower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train hard hard hard. Study hard hard hard. &amp;amp; of course keep good relationship w/ others. Ok wtcrap am I talking whtevr. &amp;amp;nw, got back results. Depressing MUCH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F9 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science A1&lt;br /&gt;Math A1&lt;br /&gt;Geog &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting Lit &amp;amp; English and that's it I guess :( okok so totally going to become a study freak now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. Training is progessing well, trying to improve every training and trying to keep myself satisfied after every training. Well so far so good! Slow &amp;amp; steadyyy :) Oks byeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SovrK2AY_yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/9AekCifFCh8/s1600-h/170820091183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371645552097820450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SovrK2AY_yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/9AekCifFCh8/s320/170820091183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aft. cooking on Monday w/ Amila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COOKING SUCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-372182217975948457?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/372182217975948457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=372182217975948457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/372182217975948457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/372182217975948457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-up-up.html' title='up uP UP!'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SovrK2AY_yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/9AekCifFCh8/s72-c/170820091183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-3401989613820923297</id><published>2009-08-16T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:48:07.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to make it a lil' undead.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm gonna MIA till after tmr (science CA)&lt;br /&gt;then re-do my whole blog.&lt;br /&gt;cyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr, I think I'll use this skin agn (yay?) idk dc.&lt;br /&gt;oks whtevr. time to try to study go go go.&lt;br /&gt;wtfzx, timetogrowup&amp;amp; live a, notsostupidlife. yayayay/ ok retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-3401989613820923297?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3401989613820923297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=3401989613820923297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3401989613820923297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/3401989613820923297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-make-it-lil-undead.html' title='Just to make it a lil&apos; undead.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-6178013646891173205</id><published>2009-07-25T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:19:39.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad, MAD, MAD, Gone.</title><content type='html'>I think I'll be posting every Saturday only. It's been really busy, like hell! Idk why, suddenly I really can't finish my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you know the leadership thing right? Was super fun other than the fact that now got alot of things to do piled up above my school work. It's not even paperwork stuff, it's like arts and craft stuff so it's so lecheh. I know you don't know whatthehell I'm talking out nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch Rugby! It's fun, but not really my type la (idk)? Yea, but I've nothing against it or towards it, just veryvery neutral. Just play loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Okay, today. Canoeing!! Like damn shiok lor! Idk why, suddenly got new life? A goal to perfect my stroke? Yes, 90 degree 90 degree. Idc, I know I look stupid doing that drill but nvm. Yayayay! Then went eat at TM but felt damn extra. 2 Blisters, left hand, coz must keep the left hand loose since I'm right handed right? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, was super irritating, oks. Kept blah-ing LOR. Then quite PECEK, m-ing there damn long ARG want to just pull my hair out at how noob I am. Oks, stay sane and try to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I went to watch Harry Potter ytd. No spoilers for those who haven't watched lol. Someone stole my phone. so... Yea... then today went to collect sim card also, aft. TM-ing went home to sleep then went out to collect. Now I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, everytime I see YOU, that line. I just feel like training harderrrrr and that I am so damn !@%#^* ZZZ... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS VIDYA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodluck for tomorrow (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-6178013646891173205?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6178013646891173205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=6178013646891173205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6178013646891173205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/6178013646891173205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-ill-be-posting-every-saturday.html' title='Mad, MAD, MAD, Gone.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-2089162923469637582</id><published>2009-07-18T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:11:15.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it out on Grass.</title><content type='html'>After finding out whether it was true or not, I was really really shocked. I definately knew that I wasn't supposed to get the answer so fast. I was so not prepared. I didn't know what to feel at all, I was just lost. I could feel a part of me was happy, acting as though nothing happened. I could feel the other part was not accepting the answer that I got. Till the day I find out what I really feel, I seriously, don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am HAPPY now! Like seriously. Idk why? Maybe I'm taking the answer too seriously as no actions have been taken yet but, -IDK. Totally mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like tearing myself apart. I know it's time to let go of the thing I'm holding back, but I just can't. Why!? ): so many feelings now. I feel like I haven't had a chance to express myself before the answer was given D: I feel like I'm giving up if I let go. Alot alot... I donwanna feel sad, yet I don't wanna see myself acting like it's nothing at all, because it is SOMETHING! Like in the middle of two worlds. My dreams, by this answer, have been shattered, BUT, new dreams have derived from it too. What do I want? I really don't know. I don't even know why I'm forcing myself to give out an answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard. I don't know what to do. There's many things on the line with this decision, but can I risk it all? No right. Idk! I can't even express myself and scream the way I'm feeling now because I don't know what the hell I'm feeling. :'( Oks. I will stop thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abv stuff ^ is what i wrote about few hrs ago. Then I went out to the pp. Ate berrylite coz mum keep saying it's supershiok. Bought ear studs + comic(YAY) then went to supermarket then headed home. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, stepped out of the house and went for a run. It was fuN. My stamina definately dropped like wayyy alot. Oks, adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-2089162923469637582?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2089162923469637582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=2089162923469637582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2089162923469637582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/2089162923469637582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-it-out-on-grass.html' title='Taking it out on Grass.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-4763130356742830325</id><published>2009-07-17T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:00:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering thoughts Part 2.</title><content type='html'>:l ... I'm back.... Total sianz, kind of no face now to face some people ): Like what lah... Stupid bd. Nvm. Anw, sch was okay today, was quite sian last night because was rushing hmwks. Thx for waiting for me -.- ok maybe you not stupid. Donno whtcrapiamtalking. Aft. sch, needed to topup ezlink card and pass a prez, so went to Bedok Inter then topup, then pass prez then go home. Sianz I'm not angry just super ps. + Have alot of worries about some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yea. Ytd, went to Dairy Farm aft. sch (excursion for PW). Was like super waste of time, no offence. I mean why we want to just sit there for 30mins and talk to nature? l: Anw, was quite fun lah, at the beginning, in the bus and at the end. Hil, Shris, Vik, Jac and I were making people fall in the beginning where we were playing the rope game and in the end we succeeded! Then in the bus, listened to music and smsed. Then reach there liao, went to walk walk, walk until some open space then did reflections and sit alone for 30mins. SiAN! Then I was damn restless on the mat keep moving because I couldn't find a comfortable position. Aft the 30mins, we were split up into 3 grps to share our experiences of the 30mins. Then share liao then can play le. Played catching, then roll down the hill... Damn itchy aft. that! Then piggy-backed Hil and asked arnd for people to race with us but no1 wan ): Actually Shris wanted but couldn't find a partner. Then nvm, at the end I was able to carry Shris bridal style. Woots! Maybe one day I'll try that on Sylvia. Think she won't allow and will smack my face +.+ Then went back to sch, went to bubbletea shop then went home with Dorea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I act like there is nothing wrong, my dear puppet. I wonder if you feel angry or sad with me acting as if you are not affecting me at all. I'm selfish I know, but if I am acting or if this is for real, I will not tell you. Just to leave you in suspense and watch you suffer if you are feeling that way. It just makes me happy, and I won't say why. Today, by fate, coincidence or luck, we happened to cross paths. Something neither of us expected nor prepared to face. Well, at least I think you didn't and weren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks, so finish with my thoughts and onto the next set of thoughts. - I think I hurt alot of people, even the ones I love, I gotta stop this and think abt stuff. Haiya. got alot of thoughts sia. K, shall stop hereee. Go away thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-4763130356742830325?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4763130356742830325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=4763130356742830325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4763130356742830325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/4763130356742830325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wandering-thoughts-part-2.html' title='Wandering thoughts Part 2.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527405669463150529.post-1105157248892377590</id><published>2009-07-14T17:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:53:28.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or maybe I'm just crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In my world, I won't let you talk to anyone. Simply because, you are mine. No one can talk to you, play with you or even wave at you, only I can. Just because I'm selfish. You're my puppet and only mine, if someone were to see all my dolls, you'll be the one I lock away in the dark, so no one can even touch you, think of you, let alone know you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, you are not mine, dear puppet. You are free for everyone to touch, something I do not like. It pains and makes me jealous to see you having fun with other people. If you were mine, I will never let you do so. Everytime I hear your laughter, I cringe, knowing that you might never be mine. Maybe soon, maybe not, I'll be the one that controls you, whatever you do dear puppet. No one will be able to do anything to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will love me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks. Random spam talk whatever. Anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Justin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Belated) Whoops ;x&lt;br /&gt;Old ah pek is alr 17 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kimmie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7527405669463150529-1105157248892377590?l=strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1105157248892377590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7527405669463150529&amp;postID=1105157248892377590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1105157248892377590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7527405669463150529/posts/default/1105157248892377590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrykimmie.blogspot.com/2009/07/mine.html' title='Or maybe I&apos;m just crazy.'/><author><name>Kimberlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753642369983152358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LrC1i0pf1g/SgzaxqVocsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SFhcTfo5qN4/S220/Image0520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
