<?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-5144681992586379550</id><updated>2012-01-21T00:15:25.390+08:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='memories'/><title type='text'>Keep calm &amp; carry on.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-3233865194769136069</id><published>2012-01-20T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:17:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're treated with a little update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTq4GXEwxdo/TxksoImXZzI/AAAAAAAADH0/XRl1PuIjWTA/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTq4GXEwxdo/TxksoImXZzI/AAAAAAAADH0/XRl1PuIjWTA/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much into my new year spirit already. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;G'day all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My purpose of updating this deadly space is to somehow make it a little alive upon celebrating this coming new year. Which explain,a little red to start off this wonderful new year. I hope you feel my love already. Wtheck. :) Whatever it is,I sincerely wish everyone of you who are reading this a happy new year,have a blissful one. Enjoy every little moments spend with your family,house visiting,red packets &amp;amp; the fun you're about to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got nothing much on hand to really share with. Life's been pretty great recently. Officially a college kid already. But the down side is,stress is slowly taking its own place. But I guess it's good,a little kick in the butt to be motivated. What more,I've been rotting for about a month aimlessly. It's time to have a goal in life. Y'know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here,something more personal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever faced a situation whereby you've stop expecting/giving others your attention,&amp;amp; the table finally changed the other way round. That's human nature,&amp;amp; it's how funny life can possibly be. Yes,we all want to have things that we can't have. It's normal. But the annoying part is,people just don't realised what they've already let go &amp;amp; yet,still wants to remain things at it is. Personally,I find this pretty annoying. No offense. &amp;amp; one more thing I've learned this year: life still goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People often tell me the hardest part is the letting go part. But,I don't quite agree with this statement anymore. For me,the hardest part is not letting go,but to accept every single facts that you wished did not happened &amp;amp; move on with your life. That's the worst. Truths are always ugly,&amp;amp; the worst thing you can do to yourself is,living in denial. At the end of the day,how strong can you possibly be? How long are you to shed your tears/crying yourself to bed? How many truths can you deny? Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now,you tell me why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently,I've found that even though I've lose the things I wanted the most/precious,I just don't quite getting upset with it. Yes,for a short while but after getting over it,I am all fine. No tears,no regrets,no pain. Then,I started questioning myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I actually didn't fall hard for it in the first place?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I've seen it coming already &amp;amp; I've learned how to protect myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry,but I don't have an answer for myself. The moment I find out I wasn't some useless idiot who doesn't seemed to have a life,or assuming that my life is coming to an 'end',it really caught my surprise. What's more surprising? Telling myself,so what? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope that's what you called maturity has already taken place. Because,deep down I know I've learned my lesson,&amp;amp; I don't want the same thing to happen to me all over again. Now I am telling you,life's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;End of personal discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's okay if you don't get what I am saying in this post. Just wanted to rant a little. Til then,I'll see you guys soon. Have a great new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;your blogger. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5144681992586379550-3233865194769136069?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3233865194769136069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2012/01/youre-treated-with-little-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3233865194769136069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3233865194769136069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2012/01/youre-treated-with-little-update.html' title='You&apos;re treated with a little update.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTq4GXEwxdo/TxksoImXZzI/AAAAAAAADH0/XRl1PuIjWTA/s72-c/IMG_0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-6020399726872296471</id><published>2011-11-19T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:43:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way during SPM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6363444959/" title="PB194492 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB194492" height="398" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6227/6363444959_ff29aae66c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart was thumping so fast. I was afraid. I was down with sickness,I felt dizzy &amp;amp; I could barely feel myself. It was then my prayers that helped me. Nevertheless,I was sweating still,my hands were shaky &amp;amp; I quickly jotted down whatever that came to my mind. Right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh damn,my descriptive sucks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways,half way through SPM. I was here to distress myself. So far I don't think I've screwed up any papers. But I am just not satisfied with whatever I've done so far. Past is past,I should move on to the up coming ones. Right? :) Not hoping much,just want to collect as much 'apples' as I can. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6363446843/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="PB194491 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB194491" height="279" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6044/6363446843_4a8fa846cc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just cause I was bored. I always wanted to do photoshooting. But I never looked good in front of the camera. Sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-6020399726872296471?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/6020399726872296471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/half-way-during-spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6020399726872296471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6020399726872296471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/half-way-during-spm.html' title='Half way during SPM!'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-8537547333784959881</id><published>2011-11-06T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:22:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin products review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6317838193/" title="302539_10150391228344078_805094077_8205936_319167909_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="302539_10150391228344078_805094077_8205936_319167909_n" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6317838193_96aa2ea0e3.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken during graduation day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo credits: Sharlyn Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;G'day readers! I just happened to love the above picture a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So,yeap! Today I've decided to do some skin products review for you readers. I don't know,this idea stroked out of nowhere. Perhaps I am influenced by the Youtubers. Anyways,let's go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things you should know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1: It's hard for me to find skin products that really work on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2: I've been using them for almost half a year/perhaps longer than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3: Skin products are very individual,it might not work on you but sharing is caring! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#4: If you're facing serious acne problem (like how I've used to) maybe you should keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Early of the year,I was having acne problem. Not very serious but I had very big &amp;amp; disgusting pimples that really annoyed me so much. I was often teased by my friends &amp;amp; I feel so URGH! Girls out there,I am sure you know how it feels. &amp;amp;,I have to say I am so so so so so thankful that I've found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6318358110/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="nutox by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="nutox" height="224" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6227/6318358110_d3a4375061.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! It's NUTOX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;According to the sales girl,this product contains bird nest. I am not very sure about this but one thing,after using this product for sometime,it worked so well on me. &amp;amp; it gave me that glow on my face which I am so impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6318358094/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="dbd5aac2-c97e-4e34-a046-d3f8458fd791 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="dbd5aac2-c97e-4e34-a046-d3f8458fd791" height="350" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6318358094_261190bde8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Applied after washing your face with that cleanser above,twice a day. (day &amp;amp; night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Besides using this,there's one more product I'd wished to share with you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6317868363/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="PB064485 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB064485" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6317868363_d31552eb45.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's called Eryderm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This product cure acne problem. It worked so well for me,seriously. Just a little thing I dislike about it's that it's actually very strong. Whenever you apply it,it has this very unpleasant smell &amp;amp; sometimes it'll irritates your eyes too. Hence,take a little note on that when applying. But no doubt,it's really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After purchasing them &amp;amp; using them for about few weeks to a month,I really see the result. I've also got compliments from people around me,asking what product I am using &amp;amp; all. So yeah. I am so pleased &amp;amp; glad about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not forgetting,during the weekends when you're free,you can also use chinese tea to wash your face. It actually worked very well too. :) I've tried using &amp;amp; I am still currently using whenever I am free. No harm trying. Yet again,I've mentioned that skin products are very individual,so it might not work for some people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can easily purchase these products at your local drug stores,pharmacies or even shopping malls. If you've any problems/other products to share with,comment below. Thanks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&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/5144681992586379550-8537547333784959881?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8537547333784959881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/skin-products-review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8537547333784959881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8537547333784959881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/skin-products-review.html' title='Skin products review.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6317838193_96aa2ea0e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-3324664474466508716</id><published>2011-11-04T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:43:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school graduation day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311553202/" title="IMG_0027_副本 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0027_副本" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6311553202_d793225ab5.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;G'day readers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeap,after waiting for so long,today is finally my graduation day. I don't know whether is it something to be happy/sad about. You define it. But I am sad &amp;amp; glad at the same time for leaving school. Things that happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1: I woke up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2: My mum totally forgotten to pick me up to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3: I was late to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#4: Messy hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;,I 'spent' my time about an hour or so during assembly sitting next to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311545610/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="PB044358 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044358" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6311545610_2ef838229c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well,basically it really didn't started off perfectly. Fret not,it all became so wonderful from the moment we shook the teachers' hands. Getting blessings from each &amp;amp; everyone of them. :') Sadly,no pictures were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311546996/" title="PB044424 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044424" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6311546996_f28179dcfc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Part of my classmates,some went missing. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On top of that,I love it so much when it comes to English period. I had the best English teacher ever who no doubt,put in so many efforts. By far,one of the best teachers I had yet to come across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ps: I don't have great photographers around me,the picture that I took with her was ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311545916/" title="PB044372 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044372" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/6311545916_2e7e43d6b7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kid you not,my English teacher bought this for us. It's chicken pie! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311546054/" title="PB044374 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044374" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6311546054_9fc46d0005.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our dear monitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So,the pictures below were taken during photo session,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311547318/" title="1 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="1" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6218/6311547318_891143d8f9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; here,some random shots to end my graduation post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311545754/" title="PB044364 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044364" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6237/6311545754_0b06e829f8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311545416/" title="PB044459 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044459" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6311545416_5bb7f27f9f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311026149/" title="PB044451 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB044451" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6311026149_9a4a1d01a0.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6311026153/" title="page by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="page" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6095/6311026153_a8b61dfbc1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's the end of high school life. At least,I don't think there's anymore playing/studying session in the class. Perhaps next week we were asked to go back to school to do some last minute revision,which is optional. Anyways,it really marks the end of high school. One last &amp;amp; also the most important thing to go through,SPM. Once in a life time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After reading this whole post,maybe it reminds you of those once upon a time memories. If you want,you can also share your experience with me. hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-3324664474466508716?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3324664474466508716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/high-school-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3324664474466508716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3324664474466508716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/high-school-graduation-day.html' title='High school graduation day!'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6311553202_d793225ab5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-86827462929976828</id><published>2011-11-03T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:18:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of high school memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6308474842/" title="PB034354 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB034354" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6102/6308474842_025a69a929.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;G'afternoon readers. :) I got that last Sunday,I was glad that I spent some time with my bunch of friends,knowing the fact that we're gonna go to our own separated paths next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today,my last day of skipping school. I kinda miss my school dearly. Even though I remember how much I've hated waking up early in the morning,doing the same routine over &amp;amp; over again! I know,after SPM,it's gonna be a major change of my life. From wearing uniform,to throwing them,from going high school,to college,from being fetched &amp;amp; pampered,to driving to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point,I wouldn't know whether to look forward or not. Tomorrow,one official ceremony &amp;amp; I am bidding farewell to high school life. One final ceremony,one final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6308474988/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="PB034348 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB034348" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6308474988_959fd99cb0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My worn out pair of shorts,but I am still loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways,I was just wondering. You readers out there,how is it like to look forward to graduate from high school? How is it like to sit for SPM? What happened after high school? I bet,you guys will happen to miss school life too right? Despite the ugly uniform,despite annoying teachers &amp;amp; homework. Part of you,will always miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Express &amp;amp; share the love! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next post: Graduation day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-86827462929976828?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/86827462929976828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-high-school-memories.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/86827462929976828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/86827462929976828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-high-school-memories.html' title='Of high school memories.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6102/6308474842_025a69a929_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-2970553605907463786</id><published>2011-11-02T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:15:13.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of crazy moments while studying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6305651844/" title="PB024335 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB024335" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6106/6305651844_dbd0c51b39.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;G'evening readers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been missing in action for a few days. So,I decided to skip school for three days. Hoping it'll turn out to be productive but it doesn't seem like it so far. I had been studying of course,but it's just not satisfying enough. Why am I always having troubles studying during afternoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand,I've collected these during Monday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6305652188_5d740743c9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB024339" border="0" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6305652188_5d740743c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6305651988/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="PB024336 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB024336" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6221/6305651988_b1e17095e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If &amp;amp; only if I've gotten them much earlier. For now,they don't have their uses yet. Very sad to say. Perhaps next year I suppose? Or never I am gonna use them like forever. (just joking!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6305126149/" title="PB024342 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PB024342" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6100/6305126149_cbd918560a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If only somebody can tell me how to study History &amp;amp; Biology. Much appreciated. Both of these,my biggest enemies. I tried to be nice,I gave in. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;G'day everyone,it's kinda raining very heavily right now. Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-2970553605907463786?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/2970553605907463786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-crazy-moments-while-studying.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/2970553605907463786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/2970553605907463786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-crazy-moments-while-studying.html' title='Of crazy moments while studying.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6106/6305651844_dbd0c51b39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-8081927485217911307</id><published>2011-10-27T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:16:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - it goes on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6285364759/" title="page by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="page" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6228/6285364759_c46981b614.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'evening! There,my very own crazy moment half way through studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love proving myself wrong. I slept my butt off the whole morning as I stayed up late last night to complete my History. I thought,today I'll start my laziness all over again. Thank God,I did spend my afternoon wisely. Fret not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6285884528/" title="PA274296 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="PA274296" height="375" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6053/6285884528_138fea6a80.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always question myself at the end of the day. Everything I am doing right now 'til the very last moment,will my hard work all paid off? What if it doesn't? Too afraid. I guess,if I don't give a damn about anything,I should start to freak out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Best friend's birthday today,moo moo cow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-8081927485217911307?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8081927485217911307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-it-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8081927485217911307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8081927485217911307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-it-goes-on.html' title='Life - it goes on.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6228/6285364759_c46981b614_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-3679736112159727312</id><published>2011-10-26T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:58:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get inspired everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6282047663/" title="PA264273 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/6282047663_66c236ba30.jpg" width="500" height="398" alt="PA264273"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be back again today. Once again,today I discovered that I loved walking around with my camera &amp; start snapping random shots. It's been almost a year to two that I've been neglecting my poor SLR. &amp; also I hadn't been finding chances to sneak out of the house &amp; start getting inspiration. At this point,I swear I've got so many things I wanted to do after exam. As much as I hate using the word,after exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6282586154/" title="PA264291 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6282586154_20b5beabda.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="PA264291"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your plan before entering college? I've got too many to be written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa,loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-3679736112159727312?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3679736112159727312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-inspired-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3679736112159727312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/3679736112159727312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-inspired-everyday.html' title='Get inspired everyday.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/6282047663_66c236ba30_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-2178982822352627622</id><published>2011-10-25T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:55:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope - I'll keep going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6280410292/" title="PA254226_副本 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6280410292_d47201793d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="PA254226_副本"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear,it's a sudden thought of coming back to update a little. Let's not count how long I've been leaving this poor little site alone. Comparing to last time blogging at least one post per day,I've been indeed slacking a lot. Fact that I've been losing my passion in blogging plus I've been pretty caught up with my life lately. Anyhow,my final high school examination - SPM is coming real soon. &amp; I don't know how but I just ended up here. Perhaps,I'd like to have a fresh start over here. To be frank,I really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; missed blogging something everyday,just like those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6279892183/" title="PA254210 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6279892183_cc53f87e1c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="PA254210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I will study harder each day is just an excuse. Never succeed. For now,I've been doing a lot of questions so that I'll get familiarise with everything. You know,having to go through a month of exam is just plain torturing. At the meantime,I am pretty thankful with the fact that there's breaks in between. I'd hope there's sufficient time for me to gear up for the final round by then. It's never easy,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6280410360/" title="page by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6214/6280410360_9283102a10.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="page"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that,I've just got myself one cute notebook with one of my friends. It's really cheap you know. :) I don't think I am going to use it any sooner anyways. Most probably next year? Fact you should know about me,I get very excited whenever I stepped into any bookstores. Hello,it's books! But currently I've been grounded &amp; drowning by books. By now,I should have phobia or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I guess I am just going to end here. Going to have some time for myself before studying. Oh,another staying up late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night,loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-2178982822352627622?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/2178982822352627622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/hope-ill-keep-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/2178982822352627622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/2178982822352627622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/10/hope-ill-keep-going.html' title='Hope - I&apos;ll keep going.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6280410292_d47201793d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-4055041668924264857</id><published>2011-08-31T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:20:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6098826475/" title="P8304115 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6098826475_a48e30bcbc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P8304115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6098851025/" title="P8304119 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6098851025_46751cdfdd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P8304119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6099398166/" title="P8304108 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6196/6099398166_540e3343fc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P8304108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6099398270/" title="P8304136 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6099398270_c1d0d57f65.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P8304136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy,loves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-4055041668924264857?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/4055041668924264857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/08/shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/4055041668924264857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/4055041668924264857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/08/shots.html' title='Shots.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6098826475_a48e30bcbc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-4338212120918788938</id><published>2011-08-04T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:13:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/6008579906/" title="282562_215630111821701_100001241426106_700719_1416607_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6020/6008579906_5f0b89857a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="282562_215630111821701_100001241426106_700719_1416607_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the best friend,Rissara. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet again,it's been awhile since I set foot on my blog. I've always wanted to coming blogging I swear. &amp;amp; every time I open the page,I stare at the page blankly,wouldn't know where to begin with. Fact that,I lost track with blogging about my daily routines everyday &amp;amp; I've got so many things to update you people. Trust me,right now I don't have anything particular in mind to blog with. So far,I've just been typing aimlessly &amp;amp; blindly. Loving my typing speed &amp;amp; its rhythm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello August,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been so far a great month. With loads &amp;amp; loads of happening. Finally,I don't feel that much of the stress anymore. Trial is in less than a month time. Schedule had been pack than ever. Fact that every weekends have to go to KL with my bunch of friends for seminar. No doubt,it's tiring to travel back &amp;amp; forth,especially every single week. But I am sure we'll managed to get used to it. What more,fast food every single week. So far,we already had twice. That's fattening enough. I can still vividly remember how dumb we were during the first day. Got into the wrong train,ran up &amp;amp; down for nothing,got late into the class. Pffft,but the following week was obviously better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,I've got nothing much to share with. I am enjoying what I am going through right now. At least it is somewhat better than months before. Things are slowly falling back into places &amp;amp; I am certainly very glad about it. Hopefully things turn out the way they should be because in any events,I think I deserve to have some peace &amp;amp; fun time for myself. Not to forget,with my bunch of friends as well. Not forgetting,throughout this few months,it has always been too much to take in. &amp;amp; I am slowly getting used with the new environment. At times,especially during the nights. I always wonder why things between us didn't work out,why it didn't last. I couldn't search for the answer though. But it's okay. I guess I am on my way healing. &amp;amp; finally realising why my mother told me the tears doesn't worth in the first place. I am done feeling upset about it. I think it is finally time for me to move on,&amp;amp; lead myself to a better place. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I leave,finally after so long. I am going for my first driving lesson tomorrow! :D Wish me luck,seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-4338212120918788938?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/4338212120918788938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/4338212120918788938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/4338212120918788938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6020/6008579906_5f0b89857a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-8566563549198225465</id><published>2011-07-17T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:14:25.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefectorial Board 2010/2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5946480002/" title="149502_141640169220696_100001241426106_253611_707956_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5946480002_6db03c2eca.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="149502_141640169220696_100001241426106_253611_707956_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top 4,2010/2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt,our one &amp;amp; only shot throughout. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's pretty sad knowing that I have to leave the Prefectorial Board soon. Having to retire is the one &amp;amp; only thing that had never came across my mind. Even though throughout my five years,prefect is all about standing at your respective duty places,making sure the students are in order &amp;amp; taking care of the school discipline. At times,was even scolded by the students. What more,the ugliest scolding from them? It's pretty amazing finding out that I've sailed it through. All the obstacles,becoming the 'head of discipline' is no doubt,quite an achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember how much I've hated duty back then being a junior. What more,finding tonnes of excuses just to be lazy &amp;amp; excuse myself from dutying. I never once thought of aiming something high as I know,I am beyond far from having the rights to. I mean,there are more capable people who deserve so much than me. So,forget about it. But,I didn't know the fun part of being a prefect. Yes,it can be really fun &amp;amp; you just have to find your passion &amp;amp; heart. Til then,you'll get what I meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here,I would really like to thank the Prefectorial Board because I've grew so much. I'd never once regret being part of the family. Even though we,being a prefect have to sacrifice a lot. From studies,to friends,&amp;amp; being hated by majority of the students. Not wanting to mention,the amount of stress just to take care of this board. Trust me,it's really tiring. Without my bunch of prefects with me,I don't know I can managed to pull it through throughout this whole year. I am thankful for having them with me,being able to work together as a team. No doubt in between there were lots of misunderstandings,communications problem,drama all over &amp;amp; etc. It really did gave me a great senior year which I couldn't ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You talk about the amount of stress I had this year,I've actually learned how not to complain about it. Not a single bit. I didn't know how I managed to pull it through. Trust me,I've had issues with the others throughout,it was tough &amp;amp; it really did upset me. From time to time,seeing how each &amp;amp; everyone changed. Every single one of them,some even true colours. Somewhat,it really did upset &amp;amp; disappoint me. How problems started occurring between us &amp;amp; all. But at the end of the day,every problems &amp;amp; obstacles I've faced,I have to say,I've learned a lot from it. Then I realised,why in the first place I didn't regret being part of the family,being part of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indeed,it has brought me a lot of advantages in life. From being self discipline,to self confidence as I have to handle assembly every Thursdays,to able to cope with stress,&amp;amp; able to carry out teamwork &amp;amp; leadership skills. Things that I didn't knew that was in me,it all showed. Therefore,I am really grateful for being a prefect,even though sacrifices needed to be made. &amp;amp; there you go,my senior year is already coming to an end. One official ceremony &amp;amp; prefect dinner. There,bidding my farewell. They said,once a prefect,forever a prefect. We might not need to be in blue all the time,but it is the prefect spirit that each &amp;amp; everyone of us had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,though it is upsetting needing to leave the board,but I guess I already had enough. It is time for me to finally switch my priority &amp;amp; finally give my job to my bunch of juniors. Of course,I'd hope that they'll always stay together &amp;amp; always make sure things are in order. I love each &amp;amp; everyone of them,even though at times they do really get onto my nerves &amp;amp; I couldn't help but to start scolding. Deep down,I still treat them as part of my family. I guess,is time for me to leave the rest to them,&amp;amp; also for them to complete the chapter for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Til then,I wish them all the best handling the board. As for me,all back to studies. Trial is too near to mess around with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps: I hadn't been updating often I know. Here you go,my apology. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5144681992586379550-8566563549198225465?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8566563549198225465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/07/prefectorial-board-20102011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8566563549198225465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/8566563549198225465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/07/prefectorial-board-20102011.html' title='Prefectorial Board 2010/2011.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5946480002_6db03c2eca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-880418866882655668</id><published>2011-07-08T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:37:40.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely,thanks for the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes,there's moment of life whereby you wouldn't know if you're the one who changed,or the people around you. Speaking of which,I am having trust issues with people nowadays. It's the trust that I am going to give everyone that freaks me out. Doubting whether was it me after all,or people really did changed around me. At times,I wouldn't know whether to be thankful towards this or what. It is like what they said,challenges given by God. Let me tell you,too much of it seriously scares the hell out of me. &amp;amp; worst,I did broke down a few times before this. There's nothing wrong to admit I cried,tried everything just to release that unpleasant feelings I had inside me. I very well know that it couldn't help much,but at least I felt so much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what is worth,I am thankful for going through certain phase of life with certain people who meant the whole world to me. I gave in,but at the end of the day,I got hurt too deeply. For which whatever that I thought at first,for being too naive thinking 'best friends forever' does exist,I guess I was too wrong. &amp;amp; it's also how funny when it involves a few parties,things eventually got worst. I mean,sometimes that's how scary a human mouth can be. &amp;amp; at the end of the day,all that were left are tonnes of misunderstandings &amp;amp; hatred. What for? Sometimes I really do wonder,you're already considered as a young adult &amp;amp; yet the actions you're doing are as though primary school kids. Seriously,grow up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has always been too much to take in. Nothing in life comes easy,nothing in life is stress-free. &amp;amp; at that very moment. Or perhaps at this very moment,I decide to give up everything. It's not that the giving up part that upsets me,it's that there's too much of happenings in between which caused me too much of pain. Throughout my cooling period,I actually realised I felt way better being alone. What more by using the word being dumped? I don't really give a shit about it. Life has been pretty alright since then. Yes,I admit it was indeed a big void &amp;amp; all. But at least,I wouldn't need to think about what has gone wrong &amp;amp; most important,what has gotten on your mind. I was perhaps too sick with all these. Blame me for giving up. Wait,maybe you shouldn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am someone who is very clear cut. The minute you decide to have doubts on me,what more accused me,it's when I'll hold back &amp;amp; take back all the trust that I've ever put on somebody. It hurts very deep,but what more can I do? For which what is worth,more like what is not worth,I am not saving this. You've came in with happiness,leaving too much of pain behind,I guess it's really enough. I know for which whatever that is going to happen,I couldn't give it another try anymore. It's you that scares me,I could no longer recognize you anymore. Seriously. I know,it's always better to end things in a happy note. But I hate myself for leaving sarcastic remarks. Knowing that I am not going to say exactly what I feel in the end. I already don't know who you are. So now,the only thing I don't want to lose is not knowing who I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well,no more about this. Sincerely,from me to you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-880418866882655668?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/880418866882655668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/07/sincerelythanks-for-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/880418866882655668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/880418866882655668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/07/sincerelythanks-for-memories.html' title='Sincerely,thanks for the memories.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-6626171675014671607</id><published>2011-06-05T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:59:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekiden Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am such a slow poke,exactly one week after this running event only then I have the drive to finally update this. It's such a waste that I couldn't bring my camera along that day as I myself have to run,&amp;amp; nobody is going to babysit my little baby. Anyhow,managed to come out with a few shots still. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5797024266/" title="Picture 349 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5200/5797024266_4f16ddf070.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Picture 349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5796469033/" title="Picture 348 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/5796469033_7b23098749.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Picture 348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remember my first time experiencing long distance run was during primary school back then. I thought the distance would somehow killed me or I might even get lost or fainted half way through. Surprisingly &amp;amp; beyond my expectation,I got myself medals every year &amp;amp; I didn't knew that I kinda like long distance run. At least compare to short distance like 100m,I find it easier to go for the longer ones. Throughout the years,I've been getting lazier &amp;amp; my stamina has dropped tremendously. If I were to say,Ekiden run was my worst performance of all. But still,I managed to pull it through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5796472655/" title="247688_1972546520588_1450790674_2216173_6778526_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2091/5796472655_ce3bb9d25e.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="247688_1972546520588_1450790674_2216173_6778526_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was my first time running as a team. Unfortunately,I was placed as the last runner. As told,I was required to run 1.5 km but after finishing up the whole journey,I noticed it was actually more than 1.5 km.I don't know whether was it the weather or what but seriously,the journey was long. Our team managed to get number 63,which is not too bad. We did no serious training as throughout the month everyone was tied down with mid term.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5796472591/" title="254855_1972551680717_1450790674_2216192_59327_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/5796472591_715550d1b1.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="254855_1972551680717_1450790674_2216192_59327_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5797030172/" title="249745_1972552240731_1450790674_2216193_5705543_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5159/5797030172_797afddcfa.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="249745_1972552240731_1450790674_2216193_5705543_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of the classmates who took part in this event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not as nerdy as you think. Truth is,my classmates are actually very sporting. Whenever it comes to co-curricular activities,half of my classmates will go missing. It is good to have classmates like that because this type of attitude is what that makes the whole class comes alive. Our final senior year,when will it be the next time until we have chances like that? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5797028580/" title="Picture 350 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/5797028580_bb9c6a52eb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Picture 350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5796472521/" title="Picture 352 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/5796472521_d8d2b67567.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Picture 352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Somehow,I've promised myself to never get myself involve in any sports anymore. The final one will only be marching during my final school sports day. I am 'retiring' myself from all the running events as to be honest,I don't have time to train up my stamina &amp;amp; I just hate that moment of nervousness &amp;amp; butterflies all over my tummy before the race. It's been enough &amp;amp; too scary for me,somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next up: Prom video shooting. You will not want to miss  this! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-6626171675014671607?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/6626171675014671607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/06/ekiden-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6626171675014671607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6626171675014671607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/06/ekiden-run.html' title='Ekiden Run.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5200/5797024266_4f16ddf070_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-6524865895490827991</id><published>2011-06-01T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:54:39.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two days ago,which was Monday I went badminton with my bunch of friends at DPC. I know I am slow. &amp;amp; I haven blog about my Ekiden run yet,which will be publish on the next post. So,stay tuned. Anyway,was a fun day because after badminton,we walked to Kay's Garden for lunch &amp;amp; after that headed to Bryan Teh's house to discuss about prom stuff. Oh,we've created an event on Facebook already. Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=214276421928591&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Before I go any further about the day spent with them,I would like to promote a bit about the prom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am one of the committees,&amp;amp; it is actually organized by the few of us. Myself,Bryan Teh,Bryan Kwok,Shashfiny &amp;amp; Brandon. Though it has nothing to do with the school,but we are putting it as Taman Bukit Maluri Prom (TBM Prom) since all of us came from that school. Basically,it is an open event. Everybody is welcomed to join us &amp;amp; have a blast on that night. For further information,check out the link. &amp;amp; if you guys have any doubts &amp;amp; questions,please do not hesitate to contact any one of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,back to today's topic. I'll post up the pictures instead. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775569280/" title="P5301548 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5775569280_fbe3b1b5e2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The place we played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775029589/" title="P5301549 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/5775029589_fa0999968e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301549" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775030067/" title="P5301553 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2289/5775030067_4111196bcf.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301553" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet Bryan Teh. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775571696/" title="P5301555 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/5775571696_90f9bf8592.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301555" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Bridget. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775572460/" title="P5301557 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/5775572460_2b4d452872.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301557" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The lazy ones. Playing gadgets &amp;amp; reading instead of badminton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775032465/" title="P5301563 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/5775032465_495c96ff38.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another shot of Bryan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other four were so into playing badminton. I didn't had a shot of them. Anyway,after awhile,the three of us got so bored. &amp;amp; since we had nothing better to do. That's what we did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775573714/" title="P5301584 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/5775573714_3d9b65348b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775033399/" title="P5301586 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/5775033399_879d459b65.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775033673/" title="P5301589 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5775033673_236e579006.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301589" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775034215/" title="P5301591 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/5775034215_c6e85409a1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301591" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775575622/" title="P5301592 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5775575622_f2a40a8ec1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301592" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775035339/" title="P5301593 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5190/5775035339_719d3fb1b1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775576842/" title="P5301594 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/5775576842_b614defcd9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775036379/" title="P5301602 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2582/5775036379_3c9414bbe8.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775037143/" title="P5301603 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5775037143_7e5f1aa4cf.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301603" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Taking shots can be pretty tiring also to be honest. Yes,didn't you see we were actually having fun time enjoying ourselves? Btw,we burned fats too. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775578496/" title="P5301606 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5775578496_781561aea0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301606" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After badminton,we had our lunch at Kay's Garden,as mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775578854/" title="P5301612 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/5775578854_468b1d6502.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My honey lemon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775579160/" title="P5301618 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/5775579160_5d63cd65ee.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thai tom yam fried rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775579446/" title="P5301619 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5775579446_e7f8bed13e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301619" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775579894/" title="P5301620 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5775579894_26730a88a8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775580398/" title="P5301621 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/5775580398_7f1dc3e506.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301621" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right after lunch,we walked over to Bryan Teh's house for prom discussion. I tell you,I am in love with his house. Rich kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775039645/" title="P5301625 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/5775039645_a24658b545.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P5301625" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you go,Bryan again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775039975/" title="P5301627 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/5775039975_01f97d754a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301627" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5775581410/" title="P5301639 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/5775581410_6cac03bbb7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P5301639" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our sexy asses while creating prom event on Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Over all,did had fun with them that day even though it was tiring,since I went for Ekiden run a day before that. At least,one productive day spent. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-6524865895490827991?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/6524865895490827991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6524865895490827991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/6524865895490827991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-out.html' title='A day out.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5775569280_fbe3b1b5e2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144681992586379550.post-1345959534430788617</id><published>2011-05-28T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:11:59.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Final high school year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I could still clearly remember my freshman year,first stepping into a place where it doesn't look familiar to me at all. Knowing nuts about the school,blindly following to the school rules &amp;amp; what the prefects said,getting used of Malay &amp;amp; Indian teachers,with new subjects &amp;amp; environment. It was at first very hard to cope with,as a chinese student. Nevertheless,few months passes &amp;amp; I finally get the hang out of it. From a normal student becoming to a junior prefect,then senior prefect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There goes five years,&amp;amp; about six to seven months,I am leaving this school. I,wouldn't want to elaborate too much on what had happened throughout the five years. So,let's talk about my high school year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767187209/" title="page 5 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/5767187209_a672bba94a_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page 5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4/5 Bakti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is my lovely class,a year ago. It's how amazing pictures speak a thousand words. Though I do not have a group picture of us this year but it's pretty obvious that everyone had changed. It's fun being in this class. Despite the number of scoldings from the teachers. At the end of the day,it's the memories &amp;amp; the fun time that counts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767187235/" title="206514_1991914484500_1442528337_32257497_6148100_n by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/5767187235_30765eb6df_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="206514_1991914484500_1442528337_32257497_6148100_n" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is what we used to do during primary school. If you're a student who came from chinese school,I am sure this is the chinese way of keeping the class in order &amp;amp; quiet. The above picture was just for fun. The teacher did not entered the class hence,we're doing nonsense to kill time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767130773/" title="page 2 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/5767130773_9e10095f0c_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friends,do play a very important role in my life. From a hi,bye friend into best friends. It's how funny things eventually turned out. Something that you've never thought of happening,happened. Without them,I will not felt the love of friendship every time you're in deep shit. I will not feel appreciated as they choose to share their problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"A friend drops their plans when you're in trouble,shares joy in your accomplishments,feels sad when you're in pain. A friend encourages your dreams and offers advice - but when you don't follow it,they still respect and love you." - Doris W. Helmering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767673220/" title="page 3 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/5767673220_4c338bdbe2_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page 3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Senior prefect 2010/2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last year,I could still recall months before turning into a senior,the amount of interviews by the teachers,nervousness &amp;amp; different type of emotions at once. It's beyond crazy. But,throughout,I've came across lots of obstacles &amp;amp; grew up a lot. Being one of the top 4 is nonetheless tough &amp;amp; stressful,but this position taught me a lot of things which I haven came across before. I might complained a lot with everything those days,but after going through all these,whatever that happened were nothing compare to what I've gone through now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;About two months or so,I'll be retiring from the Prefectorial Board. I,couldn't imagine life as a normal student,the amount of work &amp;amp; stress cut down half &amp;amp; not dutying before school,during recess &amp;amp; after school. I will never forget how much it has taught me,&amp;amp; I've never regretted being one of them. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767130721/" title="page by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/5767130721_d13ec5760c_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Varies types of dances I've tried throughout the five years,tried out different types of costumes,getting butterflies in my tummy each time before a performance. I suppose due to SPM year,my passion towards this club has decreased tremendously. Myself as the president of the club,I know I hadn't been doing a great job but somehow,my mind was already elsewhere,compare to those days. &amp;amp; to be honest,I can't wait to pass on the board too. It's been too much of skipping classes,&amp;amp; my teachers aren't please with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767673244/" title="page 4 by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/5767673244_d03297ec44_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page 4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Two more major exams &amp;amp; it marks the end of high school. Sometimes I wonder,how many examinations I've gone through throughout the five years? About four more months to trials,&amp;amp; six more months to SPM. It's time to start gearing up until the very last day of SPM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessalsf/5767144455/" title="page by peek-ka-boo!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/5767144455_c95c9c45a3_z.jpg" width="503" height="503" alt="page" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wonderful teachers I've met. We always considered ourselves lucky because we all had the best teachers to teach us. With their never ending love &amp;amp; hope to us,scolding us for our own good,giving tonnes of homework as high as a mountain &amp;amp; treat us like their children. Despite hating going through exams,completing homework &amp;amp; eventually leads to scolding,I never once hated them. Back to basic,it's always for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's pretty true that you will not appreciate something,not until you've lose it. Our seniors always tell us that we should enjoy our final high school year to the fullest,telling us how much they missed being a high school student. They would rather go through all the exams &amp;amp; homework,than college assignments &amp;amp; exams. &amp;amp; to be very frank,I do not know how to appreciate it. Easy to say than to be done. I suppose the only thing to do now is to study but aside from that,try to have fun &amp;amp; enjoy every bits &amp;amp; pieces left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wonder,next year or the after a few years later reading back this particular post,what exactly would I felt? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144681992586379550-1345959534430788617?l=vanessalsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1345959534430788617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-high-school-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/1345959534430788617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144681992586379550/posts/default/1345959534430788617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalsf.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-high-school-year.html' title='Final high school year.'/><author><name>Vanessa Lim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782596813916820234</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/_fJHVcSPB_Gg/TLF16HT9DsI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VC5cv-UwMK8/S220/Picture+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/5767187209_a672bba94a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
