<?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-16827237</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:43:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the best that you can</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-116213287191016062</id><published>2006-10-29T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T06:41:11.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>I blogged a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long one just now, and how did the computer repay me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not typing another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-116213287191016062?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/116213287191016062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=116213287191016062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/116213287191016062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/116213287191016062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-116213212279818788</id><published>2006-10-29T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T06:28:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; went for my swim after four - or was it five? - days of pining after my dad to go swimming with me.  Yeah, I know, I know, you're thinking &lt;em&gt;What's the big deal about swimming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got no idea.  Try asking someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  I'm really pleased.  And, due to lack of oxygen, I'm feeling quite (very) lightheaded at this moment.  Somehow that doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  Swimming rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm blogging about swimming though, but let's just continue.  And you must &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz swimming is a wonderful sport and you &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; just turn it away when someone is talking enthusiastically about it.  Namely, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hands and fingers are shaking; I'd just realized that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did in about thirty minutes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 9 laps of frogs&lt;br /&gt;2) 10 laps of freestyle&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 lap of butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling lightheaded.  Must've destressed a real lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Th' peoplev th' world darin support'v peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of this phrase so I typed it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah~blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I talk about?  Maybe it's time for bed.  Okay.  That's sounds like a good idea.  Goodnight.  My sister is listening to Jay Chou in our room, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish a happy holiday for those in Shanghai and Beijing.  I'm still missing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Shopping with Tiara&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Dance, Violin Lesson&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Dance&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I did yoga with my mom on Saturday.  Wow.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Breathe in.  And hold it there.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a teeny weeny bit of chinese homework today.  See, Miss Goody Goody is back.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite pleased with my progress with my violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite glad that I do not have a busy schedule.  FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite contented to have bought three books in the Metro booksale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite joyful that my split is coming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite happy with my strawberry dipped in oozy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite sure that I need to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very sure that I'm contented with everything in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the summary of what I'd done during my absence in updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-116213212279818788?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/116213212279818788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=116213212279818788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/116213212279818788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/116213212279818788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/10/swim.html' title='Swim'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115902208754168015</id><published>2006-09-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:34:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When happiness melts</title><content type='html'>When the happiness melts&lt;br /&gt;Like the ice left in the fiery sun&lt;br /&gt;In the cave you wait&lt;br /&gt;To see the beam of light&lt;br /&gt;Streaming in from the bottom of the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you see light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Is to wait in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are so many &lt;em&gt;what ifs&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;What if the light never comes?&lt;br /&gt;What if the rock never moves?&lt;br /&gt;What if the darkness never leaves?&lt;br /&gt;What if it elopes me completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock blocking my light&lt;br /&gt;Is like the heaviness on my heart&lt;br /&gt;The light is my hope&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness I dwell&lt;br /&gt;But what if for too long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken twigs sit silently beside me&lt;br /&gt;Already in two, already in pieces&lt;br /&gt;There’s no life and there’s no feeling&lt;br /&gt;Where is the comfort that I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ring of light has no ending&lt;br /&gt;But what if you are out of the circle?&lt;br /&gt;Standing from afar&lt;br /&gt;Wanting something that you do not have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’d have is &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All the struggle&lt;br /&gt;All the pain&lt;br /&gt;All the sadness&lt;br /&gt;They are controlling me&lt;br /&gt;And I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An undefined feeling&lt;br /&gt;The unrecognizable fear&lt;br /&gt;The irresistible shaking&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable fate is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what and tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive or will I die&lt;br /&gt;An untreated infection would only spread&lt;br /&gt;An unrequited love cannot be met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read some sense from this, then you've more or less understood what I'm feeling.  If not, be glad you're not in my world, cause it sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  You've guessed correctly.  I'm stressed.  And confused.  I'd written this on instinct, with no changes made after the words came out.  If there are grammar mistakes or impossible to understand sentences, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who understood, please try and knock some sense into me, cause I really need some sanity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I really don't know what I'm writing or doing or studying.  Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115902208754168015?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115902208754168015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115902208754168015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115902208754168015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115902208754168015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-happiness-melts.html' title='When happiness melts'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115545986743999660</id><published>2006-08-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:10:11.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Singapore NDP 2006 Preview: Fireworks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/LyV4MqiCAh0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115545986743999660?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115545986743999660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115545986743999660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115545986743999660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115545986743999660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapore-ndp-2006-preview-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115475633887464784</id><published>2006-08-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:38:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Friday</title><content type='html'>Today was a/an lucky/unlucky Friday, however you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd knew today would be a long day, what with CCAs and all.  So I brought all my dance stuff, and braced myself for a tiring day.  That morning was the same old routine.  Met Nicole and the MRT station (she was running late though) and we walked up to school together.  We had &lt;em&gt;nearly&lt;/em&gt; reached school when we were talking...and walk...walk...walk...BOOM!  I found myself on the floor with a twisted ankle.  Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain shot through me up into my head until I felt my brains throbbing even worse than my ankle.  Ouch.  I sat on the ground a while, to see if it was gonna stop hurting.  No such luck.  I knew then that I was &lt;em&gt;doomed&lt;/em&gt;.  Started crying.  Gosh, it was so embarrassing.  But I couldn't help it.  I don't know why I cried either.  Perhaps I just felt like it and it seemed like a good excuse to.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came Peak Deng.  She stayed with me and Nicole.  Thanks you two gals(:  KS and LeeZW came along too.  I was sure my eyes were red cause after making sure I needed no help, they left.  Guys are afraid of girls' tears, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, along came Cai laoshi, the one who accompanied us to Shanghai.  I sprained my ankle once in Shanghai too, so I wasn't surprised when she asked, "Again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between laughing and crying.  Haha.  Not nice, your face feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I felt better and Peak Deng and Nicole supported me all the way to school with me hopping on one leg.  Cai laoshi went to find Sun laoshi for me, thank you.  Nicole brought my bag up to class and helped me find XQ and Gina.  Wasn't of much use, though, cause there was no medicine I could really use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun laoshi came down then, and said I should go home.  Poor Nicole went up and brought my bag down again.  So sorry Nicole!  Haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun laoshi then went to find Wang Bi Yu laoshi, cause she knew about sprained ankles, I think.  (:  Wang laoshi brought down a jing1 you2 or something and rubbed it &lt;em&gt;hard &lt;/em&gt;against my ankle.  I made a face but tried to keep my voice down.  I'm SUCH a scaredy cat, but yes, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came and drove me home.  Before he came, though, when I saw HZ, I suddenly wondered where my specs were.  GONE!  I started crying and freaking out.  SO EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dunno where my specs are, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slept first, cause no clinic was opened yet at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About later in the morning, we went to see Chinese doctor.  Acupunture.  YIKES.  With electricity too.  TOTALLY FREAKY.  But my ankle got loads better.  And I found that the needles weren't too bad.  Go try them sometimes!  But I was whiny though.  I couldn't my whining voice either.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my History.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friends stay by your side and comfort you, no matter what you are going through."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115475633887464784?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115475633887464784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115475633887464784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115475633887464784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115475633887464784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/08/unlucky-friday.html' title='Unlucky Friday'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115435607342379071</id><published>2006-07-31T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:27:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>I woke up and 6am to have breakfast with my sister.  She woke up to go to school and I actually woke up for &lt;em&gt;homework&lt;/em&gt;.  Am I desperate or what?  Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to finish DnT, history and the English research topics.  I got only the last two.  Then at 8.30am I headed to the MRT for Harbour Front to meet with RnE.  We went to where else but Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd thought we were having a party or something, you know, just slacking there, enjoying the scenery and having fun.  Instead we ran all over the pretty little (big) island, doing quests set by our dearest Sec 4s.  They just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; torturing us to make us remember them.  Big time.  But we all had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, running all around like mad people do sound like the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; interesting thing you can do in Sentosa, doesn't it?  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at the Ferry Terminal, someone just came and gave us free cokes.  Are we lucky or lucky?  Lucky.  Duh, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad then I had to leave at two.  It was just when things got much easier and fun too!  Argh, unlucky me had meeting to attend.  So I left.  I really envy those who stayed.  They must have had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, met with HZ and SY at BK to discuss the chinese video.  Watch out, 2D, we've got loads of work coming up!  Look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to finish my DnT...unfortunately I had to go for tuition again at 7pm.  Seriously, I don't think I'll make it up the hill to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep ugly words to yourself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115435607342379071?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115435607342379071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115435607342379071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115435607342379071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115435607342379071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115365862146686768</id><published>2006-07-23T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:43:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takashimaya</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was in school the entire day until 5pm.  Today was supposed to be Studying Sunday.  But I didn't have the mood to study just yet, hah.  And they are giving us History test for Monday.  Aren't teachers supposed to love their students-us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess everyone has their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate on studying, so I went out with my parents to Takashimaya.  Had dim sum for lunch and ice blended chocolate after that.  YUM.  Perfect combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115365862146686768?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115365862146686768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115365862146686768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115365862146686768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115365862146686768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/takashimaya.html' title='Takashimaya'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115201080488715461</id><published>2006-07-04T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:00:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not entirely satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm actually scolding someone here, so if you feel uneasy please do not read.  I just need this to be heard by the other party.  Even if the person never does get the message.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my day wasn't all that great.  Happiness never lasts.  They come in small periods, and not all that frequently.  It's a sad world, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I had &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lecture me about learning to supress my 'worries' and calm down and keep everything in.  Fine.  I'd let &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was the leader of our video group.  We had a meeting today.  All the members had to cancel off their time with friends or rest time at home.  Except those with special reasons, of course.  And our dear leader managed to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FORGOT about today's meeting.  For once, I am wishing someone can go to hell.  Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; kind of leader ditches his/her team to &lt;em&gt;go home&lt;/em&gt;?  And when called to go back, he/she says he/she &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; because he's/she's already near home.  What kind of stupid lame excuse is that?  I was called back once too, and I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; go back.  I know it's irritating.  But as a leader, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;responsibility.&lt;/u&gt;  You (the one who'd left and never came back) have no right to say that the in-charge called you to say that you were suitable but were afraid of jealousy from others.  Even if it is a &lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;.  You still have no right.  I don't understand how you even &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; the face and guts to say this kind of thing.  Even the person you mentioned who got into SC was more suitable than you will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that when not given responsibility, you will not act.  The same goes for me.  But I had purposely given you this important role.  You must be glad that you'd let me down since I'm not your mother.  It's already too kind to say you'd let me down.  The rest of the team had to suffer too.  &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; is project work?  &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; is a team for?  &lt;u&gt;For working together.  For thinking together.  For helping each other.&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Not and never will be for doing &lt;em&gt;individual work.&lt;/em&gt;  It never &lt;/strong&gt;will be.  What the &lt;strong&gt;heck&lt;/strong&gt; did you mean by you will &lt;em&gt;do the rest?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of so many promises you had made, you only kept your promise for one in ratio to a thousand other promises.  Since you'd never even made so many promises, you can go a do the math and see just &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; promises you had kept to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;But I need to thank the rest of my teammates too.  They sacrificed themselves and were present at the meeting.  I'm really grateful.  Thanks!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115201080488715461?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115201080488715461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115201080488715461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115201080488715461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115201080488715461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-entirely-satisfied.html' title='Not entirely satisfied'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115191953726027777</id><published>2006-07-03T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:38:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA&lt;u&gt;PP&lt;/u&gt;Y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BE&lt;/u&gt;LATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BI&lt;u&gt;RTH&lt;/u&gt;DA&lt;u&gt;Y&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoohoo!  You're officially older than me now!  COOL!  HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Present will be given to you &lt;u&gt;next&lt;/u&gt; year!!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115191953726027777?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115191953726027777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115191953726027777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115191953726027777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115191953726027777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-emma.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115191922179469875</id><published>2006-07-03T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:33:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>First of all, I need to apologize to the video group members of me and Liu.  I'm very sorry for being so irresponsible.  I totally forgot I had tuition today and I couldn't make it.  It was devastating to know that Liu could not make it too.  He had tuition as well.  Perfect way to start my afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry, everyone.  You can just scold me at my tagboard; I deserve it for being so bad.  And to Si Yun, especially.  I didn't know the handphone number wasn't yours.  Neither did I know your home number.  So sorry.  Really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got really snappy and when my mom and sis kept asking me questions about the airport thing, I kind of just threw a tantrum.  That I must apologize as well.  Ah.  I owe my apology to so many people.  This is a rather sorry post.  Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone whom had to cancel plans in order for today, I hope you'll forgive me someday.  I'll be really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since today is really sad, guess I'll go off and see I can do something to cheer myself up.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, is there any other thing to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I played my violin today...after a month.  My fingers are really sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115191922179469875?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115191922179469875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115191922179469875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115191922179469875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115191922179469875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115183471041785431</id><published>2006-07-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:05:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Crash...?</title><content type='html'>I've been facing the computer for more than five hours.  After this I'm gonna do eye therapy.  First of all, I had transferred more songs into my mp3, and it was really tiring since I hadn't updated for very long, and still new to it.  Argh.  Then Erica and Liu Shuang came and do the travel project.  Luckily, we got it over in less than two hours.  HOORAY!  Then do research for D&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still going to airport for videoing.  Man, I'm TIRED just by thinking about it.  It's not like a holiday at all, since I had to go for SYF on Saturday.  It took nearly my whole day and the performance was only about an hour or so.  Blame them for making it compulsory for whole of Singapore schools.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firday after sports day went with Emma to TM then to her house to do ACC project.  We had lots of fun though, took neoprints, pictures of us decorated as presents...lol.  Loved that day, right Emma?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOK.  Done.  Forgive me for my english, I'm kinda in a rush.  Next post hopefully will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated as Emma ordered to.  HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115183471041785431?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115183471041785431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115183471041785431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115183471041785431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115183471041785431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/07/brain-crash.html' title='Brain Crash...?'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-115156794346863637</id><published>2006-06-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:59:03.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Fun of it</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly a month since I'd updated...yes?  Yeah, so after this there won't be another one for at least some time, cause I've not been feeling depressed these days, just a little tired, but having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma:  I've found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stories on Hitsugaya &amp; Matsumoto, and Hitsugaya's past.  Worth &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; reads!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugaya &amp; Matsumoto: Best I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugaya's past: Frozen Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rock!!!  One of the better fanfictions I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two heads are better than one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-115156794346863637?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/115156794346863637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=115156794346863637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115156794346863637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/115156794346863637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-fun-of-it.html' title='For the Fun of it'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114786015311016758</id><published>2006-05-17T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:05:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today is really brain-wacking. Lots of homework: Writing a script, doing Chinese blog and SEL, doing research, and I'm going to practice my violin for an hour or two after I update this. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry, Emma, Kaiying, Jesslin, Jiayu, Xiquan and those that I am not sure of, that I did not wait for you guys before going off. In other words, gomen that I kinda ditched you. Especially Emma and Kaiying, you two tried to come with me, but I knew you had to wait for others too. =) So I'm fine. I was home in twenty minutes, though, fastest I ever reached home since the exams ended. Usually, it took me about an hour or forty minutes to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't had lunch, I ate some snacks and had cold milo. I had a slice of birthday cake too. Mmm. Not a bad combination. I haven't done the research yet, actually, I will probably do it tonight after my lesson or tomorrow. I want to get it all done today. That's my goal for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, I'm not going for Family Day planned by the Sec 4 councillors. It's their last time! But I really can't make it cuz I've got swimming lesson and projects to complete by next Monday. I'm having my swimming exam (Gold) soon too, so I can't kick back and relax. I think I prefer the exams weeks. Shame it couldn't last longer, but I recall myself willing for the exams to be over. Who knew after exams would be sucha pain in the ass? Oops. Sorry, scratch the ass, but I don't care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten back our papers, and I'm happy with most of them EXCEPT English. It totally sucked. Seriously, I've gotten 32 out of 50! What kind of lousy mark is that? I'm a pathetic excuse for a writer. I'd noticed some parts that were answered wrongly purely because I did not take the time to really &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; what the question was &lt;em&gt;asking&lt;/em&gt; for! I'm stupid. Besides, I got 1 mark out of 5 for Vocabulary. That's a &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt;. I should just jump off the building now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play violin now, or teacher will blow my head off. Literally. (Not a bad idea though, I won't need to go to school tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Travel light and you sing in the robber's face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do re mi fa so la ti do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114786015311016758?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114786015311016758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114786015311016758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114786015311016758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114786015311016758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-wednesday.html' title='Busy Wednesday'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114725148144500151</id><published>2006-05-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:58:01.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Lessons</title><content type='html'>Kaiying, Anna, Erica, Liu Shuang, Yihao and me went to Emma's house to bake cookies!  SO FUN!  Everything is all nice and clean at first, but after adding eggs and melted butter, everything was so GOOEEYY... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked, chat, joked, did whatever we felt like doing and...well...let's just say it's great to bake with your friends!  Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.  We made a mess of Emma's house, though, we should clear up.  I cleaned the spoons we used to scoop the cookies onto the paper.  Dunno what it's called though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you something:  My sister is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; studying!  MUAHAHAHAHA!  And I'm &lt;em&gt;not!&lt;/em&gt;  YES!  The pleasure of looking at someone study their brain cells away is just so pleasurable!  Oops.  Me being baddy.  Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this verse.  Don't call me 老练啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以永远笑着扮演你的配角&lt;br /&gt;在你的背后自己煎熬&lt;br /&gt;如果你不想要&lt;br /&gt;想退出要趁早&lt;br /&gt;我没有非要一起到老&lt;br /&gt;我可以不问感觉继续为爱讨好&lt;br /&gt;冷眼的看着你的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;若有情太难了&lt;br /&gt;想别恋要趁早&lt;br /&gt;就算迷恋你的拥抱&lt;br /&gt;忘了就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-张宇&lt;br /&gt;-趁早&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很好听哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can always fall down by yourself, but sometimes, you need friends to bring you back up on your feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ARE IMPORTANT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114725148144500151?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114725148144500151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114725148144500151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114725148144500151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114725148144500151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/05/baking-lessons.html' title='Baking Lessons'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114717468993785383</id><published>2006-05-09T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T04:38:09.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-yearz</title><content type='html'>SAY WITH ME: Science is way &lt;em&gt;too hard&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGREE WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTAND ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START A RIOT WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, start the riot yourself.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was utter crap.  Ahh.  My cute 'lil sis says my brain's gone haywire due to excessive studying.  Advice: DON'T STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say.  Except that I think Science was tough.  Well, I couldn't expect anything much, after all, I slacked yesterday, typing away at the addictive computer.  MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Alexia said, my brain's gone haywire.  Buh bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quotes today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114717468993785383?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114717468993785383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114717468993785383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114717468993785383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114717468993785383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-yearz.html' title='Mid-yearz'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114682093532586857</id><published>2006-05-05T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:22:15.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG thank you</title><content type='html'>Finally have something to blog about today.  LOL.  If you consider my spraining of ankle of great importance.  Actually, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; rather crucial, 'cause I might have problems climbing the five-storey building to my classroom on Monday, the start of my Mid-year exams.  See the paramount importance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sprained my ankle during PE today, when we were playing Captain's Ball.  It was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; FUN!  I absolutely &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; the game!  Too bad when I was assigned defender for the &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;time, I jumped up from a crowd and landed, spraining my ankle along the way.  I missed the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, was a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; pity because the guys came from the street soccer court and played with us!  Nearly three-quarters of the class was involved.  It looked SO exciting!  I wish I were there snatching up and ball and intercepting.  It was just &lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt; torture watching my classmates play!  But, the guys &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; pretty rough, so it was kinda hard to play with them in the fast moving game.  It was guys against girls, and to nobody's surprise, we girls lost.  I lost with them.  Ahhh...  But it was the best!  I want &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; turn to come along too!  *sniffles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had problems walking.  No big deal, I went to the doctor.  He helped my massage my ankle and boy, &lt;em&gt;did it hurt!&lt;/em&gt;  Especially when he presses hard on the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; painful part!  My ankle swelled a little.  Now, I've got it safely under wraps of the enormous bandage.  What was a minor injury was made seemed a major one.  Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have to thank my &lt;em&gt;lovely, fantastic&lt;/em&gt; friends for helping me with my ankle and walking with me from class to the art room at snail's pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Emma, Erica, Kaiying, Anna, Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back home, resting.  I was advised not to walk around too much, so the plans for Saturday and Sunday are to stay at home all day.  Studying and slacking.  Bleh, that's what we students do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to music while reading &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird &lt;/em&gt;by Harper Lee.  Great book, words with depth.  No idea what the book talks about unless I read it three times over.  And it's for Literature.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, it's Terie's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Terie&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!  Gotta love your lollipops, ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry got no present lah, I don't do presents except for those special ones or unless I suddenly feel like it.  I had that fever during primary six, so I might get it again during Sec 4!  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never fake a smile.  People can feel it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like people know when you're being a fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114682093532586857?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114682093532586857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114682093532586857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114682093532586857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114682093532586857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG thank you'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114657396349396041</id><published>2006-05-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:46:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'s been a while...</title><content type='html'>They say that it has been a while since I updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason is: EXAMS ARE COMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that.  Not that I was studying my eyes away, I was just slacking and trying to get a little information into my head each day.  I think I study well that way, bit by bit.  Slow and easy.  But time constrain is still there.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, found a bunkmate to go with for the Shanghai trip!  Go Sheena!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until that day comes, we relax and prepare ourselves against it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114657396349396041?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114657396349396041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114657396349396041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114657396349396041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114657396349396041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-been-while.html' title='&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114568339359450057</id><published>2006-04-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:23:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another Saturday</title><content type='html'>This should be an interesting piece of news.  I'm blasting my ears off.  Literally.  With music.  Not a bad idea when you feel stressed.  Just sing along with broken tunes and drive your family crazy enough to understand what you are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have the knack for singing my voice hoarse when &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; is at home.  I'm nuts, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, exams coming soon, it's time to rest!  A good rest before exams is always the reliever, and it makes you feel good about yourself though you tend to feel as if you hadn't studied enough.  Believe me, if you did, you don't have a need to attend AHS or any other school.  You're a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, whatever.  I feel I haven't studied enough too.  Blame blog for making me blog about me and blogging makes me feel blaming it all on &lt;em&gt;me!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goes off to study room to continue of stupid Home Ec*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.  Did I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114568339359450057?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114568339359450057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114568339359450057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114568339359450057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114568339359450057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-another-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s another Saturday'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114560102869941360</id><published>2006-04-20T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:05:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh...</title><content type='html'>"Cuz some people think it's nice to piss others off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114560102869941360?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114560102869941360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114560102869941360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114560102869941360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114560102869941360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/shh.html' title='Shh...'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114554368602898670</id><published>2006-04-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:34:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Dears!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I finally noticed the timeline.  And I can't get my lazy ass to change any of the mistakes before this post.  So there.  But from now on, I'll try to remember that this blog is not according to my timezone.  Been wondering how I'd been updating at &lt;em&gt;2a.m&lt;/em&gt; in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET WELL SOON, JIAYU AND VENECIA!  OR ALREADY GOTTEN WELL...ANYWAYS, HOPE YOU GALS STAY HEALTHY AND HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114554368602898670?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114554368602898670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114554368602898670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114554368602898670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114554368602898670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-well-dears.html' title='Get Well Dears!'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114552431105977621</id><published>2006-04-20T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:11:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You More</title><content type='html'>"I love you more than you know, so don't complain if you feel neglected, rejected, unloved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114552431105977621?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114552431105977621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114552431105977621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114552431105977621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114552431105977621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-you-more.html' title='Love You More'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114552375455269742</id><published>2006-04-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:03:32.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on Lit</title><content type='html'>Just a short post, this one. I'd like to talk about our Literature Drama Presentation. All in all, I think it went well, and Mrs. Rod &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; praise us on our storyline/plot. I like it pretty much myself too, hey, I came up with it! ;) But we made a lot noise. I guess it's due to the lack of full dress rehearsal. It plays an important part in making a perfect play. But nobody's perfect! But I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd like to thank &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my group members for their cooperation and enthusiasm! Keep it up people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A smile a day keeps more than just unhappiness away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114552375455269742?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114552375455269742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114552375455269742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114552375455269742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114552375455269742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflection-on-lit.html' title='Reflection on Lit'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114526925824159900</id><published>2006-04-17T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:20:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs No Reminder</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes people don't get you, but they will if you tell them - which isn't possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally contradictory.  Yet it has a special meaning within.  I like it.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114526925824159900?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114526925824159900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114526925824159900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114526925824159900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114526925824159900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/needs-no-reminder.html' title='Needs No Reminder'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114501667970684502</id><published>2006-04-14T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T05:11:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Bowling</title><content type='html'>Today was a day out.  What was I doing...with the exams so near?  Relaxation.  Gimme a break, will ya all?  Been stressed out all week last week.  Couldn't wait for the exams...like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling today, was easy.  Enjoyed family outing, with lots of fun, love and CHOCOLATES!  I'm a chocolate freak, you see.  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had thousands of fun, and ready to head back to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found manga website to read &lt;em&gt;Vampire Knight.  It so rocks!&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Damn high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114501667970684502?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114501667970684502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114501667970684502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114501667970684502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114501667970684502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/go-bowling.html' title='Go Bowling'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114492717386959146</id><published>2006-04-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:19:34.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><content type='html'>"I'm jealous because I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not telling you what it means.&lt;br /&gt;-Go figure baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114492717386959146?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114492717386959146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114492717386959146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114492717386959146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114492717386959146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114454238853195845</id><published>2006-04-08T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:26:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmer's Day Out</title><content type='html'>Today was totally awesome!  Dawn (our teacher), Alice (her friend), Ryan, Alexia and me went out together!  Well, of course it was a pity that I missed out on decorating the RnE noticeboard, but I still had fun anyway.  First of all, the formal things first.  We had to go for a tra test supervised by our teacher's coach, to see if we are suitable to go for Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was supposed to be aiming for gold as well, except that there was a new rule that says no one can jump levels, so he must start from Bronze again.  Pity, he could have made it well by.  Bronze is &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; easy for him, in my opinion.  Us three are good swimmers, and Ryan even joined later than Alexia and me!  Wonderous.  In his genes or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, after the tra test, we  swam just two laps and started to fool around, taking pictures.  Teacher (Dawn) was taking pictures everywhere, and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; we got up from the pool.  And boy did we stink!  The &lt;em&gt;pool&lt;/em&gt; stinks because they've added &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt; chlorine for &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt; cleanliness, but really, it was horrible for our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if my skin had shrunk after I'd showered and wiped dry.  Definitely not my thing.  I'm too pampered, maybe, 'cause I know I'm not supposed to complain, so there.  I'm not complaining.  Did I mention how bad it felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after we'd all piled into teacher's car again, we went off, with teacher asking if we could have dinner together.  Both sides' parents agreed.  Ain't it fun!  We went to Tampines, and it jammed a little bit, because it is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; like that, and then we went to...PIZZA HUT!  We ordered, and then we played with Ryan's handphone (I forgot to bring mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA!  SO FUN!  We (gals) did provocative things to his hp as we took thousands of pictures.  His phone might hang.  Oh well, he didn't get angry!  Either he's a gentlemen or his got not feelings.  OR he doesn't mind &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;.  Poor lad.  LOL.  Thanks man, Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun taking a lot of pictures and making Ryan practise his smile.  Seriously, he does that idiotic smile of his &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; we take pictures of him!  He says he doesn't know how to smile.  Hands up for those who believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you raised your hand up then you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had a couple of pictures &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;he took himself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he was smiling perfectly &lt;em&gt;nicely and naturally&lt;/em&gt; in it.  It just goes to show he can smile.  Dummy.  He's handsome, actually, except for his stupid smile.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, back in our condo, near the swimming pool, we took even MORE pictures than in Pizza Hut!  HAHAHAH!  We played around with the camera, trying the different modes, and making Ryan practise his smile again.  Well, what do you know!  He could smile then!  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one funny mode the camera had.  The NIGHT MODE.  Damn funny.  It made everyone look transparent, and there was actually one time when Dawn was partially invisible!  No kidding.  All of us had a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home and I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; not want to go into the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114454238853195845?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114454238853195845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114454238853195845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114454238853195845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114454238853195845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/swimmers-day-out.html' title='Swimmer&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114414900219735786</id><published>2006-04-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T04:13:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Black Pen</title><content type='html'>Many people found it amazingly weird that I suddenly switched from my favourite blue pen to black. And they found my answer even more outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you suddenly change from blue to black [pen]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Because I want to save my blue pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply: ...?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. There's not other reason to it. No kidding. I've got no more blue pens, and I don't want to buy new ones, so I start using black. What? They come in packets [both blue and black] so I don't want to waste them. &lt;em&gt;That is all&lt;/em&gt;. Please don't be too surprised. I admit I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I'm weird, but I still go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total control freak. Me. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've earned a lot of hatred today. I've been nagging all day long for the 3G Hp proposal and in the end even Mdm Sunli had to stay back to discuss with the whole lot of us. I'm such and failure in this...couldn't I do it right the first time? Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I hope all will be forgotten and forgiven tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Ashley, you said that the previous place you sat at rox, and now I agree, but only &lt;em&gt;sometimes.&lt;/em&gt; They still get irritating once in a while, but they are damn helpful at times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Loves everybody]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114414900219735786?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114414900219735786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114414900219735786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114414900219735786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114414900219735786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-black-pen.html' title='My Black Pen'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114395392088991698</id><published>2006-04-01T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:58:40.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forevermore</title><content type='html'>Tiara came yesterday.  I wouldn't say we had a blast, but I had a pretty good time just being with her.  Yes, Tiara darlin'?  Lol.  Anyways, it's great to hook up with old friends, especially special ones like Tiara, 'cause she's nice, pretty, and easy peasy to get along with.  What wouldn't I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great friend from my childhood days, and she's got another name: &lt;em&gt;sensei.&lt;/em&gt;  Why?  Ha, she's my English teacher.  We were neighbors, once.  We lived opposite of each other, and we were of the same age, and we played everyday.  How carefree it was!  I'll never have that time of life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we can only communicate in English, since I don't speak Malay and she doesn't speak Chinese, I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to learn my English properly to play together!  So, thanks so much, Ms. Tiara Hadi!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made myself useful this weekend, I studied Chapter Six on Saturday morning and Chapter Eleven on Sunday morning.  I'm gonna study this afternoon, too.  And I'm gonna write up some fics as well.  I left them hanging there for like...months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just read through some of the reviews I got, and Emma!  Said you'd never write fanfics, huh?  Haha, guess you already have an account now, so say no more here.  Lol.  See ya in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I've got a tagboard now.  But I still don't see a point in it.  Out of curiosity, I suppose.  Someone cure me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114395392088991698?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114395392088991698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114395392088991698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114395392088991698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114395392088991698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/04/friends-forevermore.html' title='Friends Forevermore'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114363266669869209</id><published>2006-03-29T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:44:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I've changed my blogskin...&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.  I don't usually change so many times in just a month or two.  I guess this is a special case, else I've gotten the 'wind' of it.  You know, people are all doing it, so I get hooked and poof!  so am I.  I shouldn't make a big deal of it really, because, people change all the time.  It's just that I'm not used to the new &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine.  I got my Chinese marks back.  40/50.  Sucks.  To think I was aiming for 45/50.  I give myself too much credit.  Anyway, I lost half a mark on wrong word, and one mark for something I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; how to do!  I'm just plain stupid at times.  Clumsy, even.  I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Leonard for taking care of my violin while I was in Lit at PAC.  So many thanks, even if you really didn't like me thanking you.  Whatever, he's not reading this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I've got new nicknames.  I'm not saying them here, but...I guess it's all right.  Except that some of them sounds really...I don't know how to describe it, but a little gross, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'd say English was well.  27/30 for my show and tell presentation.  Mr Fraizal rox!  Haha...cannot say that lah, I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;prepare a short piece to play in class after all, except I made a few mistakes here and there...sshhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess that sums it all.  Having violin lesson tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114363266669869209?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114363266669869209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114363266669869209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114363266669869209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114363266669869209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114334835473036995</id><published>2006-03-25T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:45:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/1608/1600/R1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/1608/320/R1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling accomplished. You would too if you had just made delicious pizza bread for your family.  Plus the fact that they enjoyed it tremendously.  Haha, I know, I know, I'm giving myself too much credit.  Just that well, I'm glad they enjoyed the pizza I made for lunch.  I learned from my Home Economics lesson in school, you know (thanks to Mrs. Chan).  It was really nice so I decided to try it out for my family.  I'm not sure if everyone feels that way, but when I did cooking for them and they really thanked me for it, the fluttering feeling makes up for everything: the numbness when I held the knife in the same position too long and when I perspired a lot when preparing and cutting up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that cooking in school and at home are completely different things.  In school, our teacher prepares already cut-up food for us to chop into smaller pieces whereas at home, we start with the real thing, with the head and seeds and all.  Take the green pepper for example, I have to chop off the head and dig out the seeds and remove the white parts before I can cut it into cubes.  &lt;em&gt;Very &lt;/em&gt;different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fantastic experience.  And they gave me the permission to make pizza again!  [Hint: Means it did not taste too bad.]  Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114334835473036995?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114334835473036995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114334835473036995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114334835473036995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114334835473036995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/accomplishment.html' title='Accomplishment'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114293814038987781</id><published>2006-03-21T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:49:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition Class...finally?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have a very important announcement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am finally going for English tuition!" says me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BIG DEAL!" boos the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never had tuition before!  What am I supposed to do?" says me, feeling a bit distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loser!" says an invisible face in the crowd.  The crowd roars with agreement.  And poor me is standing all alone as the people left within two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.  Stupid * Funny.  See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114293814038987781?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114293814038987781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114293814038987781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114293814038987781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114293814038987781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/tuition-classfinally.html' title='Tuition Class...finally?'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114276330769403949</id><published>2006-03-19T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:15:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's In</title><content type='html'>It seemed like a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time ago when I said that school was out.  Guess what?  Surprise, surprise (gasp) it's back in.  And I'm so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; in a good mood because there's a test &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; thing in the morning?  What happened to the teachers' kindness and understanding-ness?   They &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; we will slack during the holidays, so they gave us mountains of homework we could never accomplish in a week, then an exam on Monday?  I just love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for maths, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, NEW blogskin for the ending of school holidays.  It should express exactly how I feel.  No?  Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114276330769403949?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114276330769403949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114276330769403949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114276330769403949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114276330769403949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s In'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114199589704779391</id><published>2006-03-10T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:06:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage Passes</title><content type='html'>I read a fantastic book today. Anna lent it to me. From the library. So, in appreciation to her, I will return the book for her when I come back from Malaysia. The book is called &lt;em&gt;Backstage Passes&lt;/em&gt;, and I think it portrayed Desert, the main character, really well. How she managed to overlook so many things in her life made me gawk. I mean, the writer managed to let the readers know what's going on and that Desert's life was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; going down the drain...except that she doesn't realise it. I mean, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing how Desert thinks she's not asking too much when she's completely selfish. She makes reasons to make herself look good, even! Is that how real people think in life? No offense, self-console is good, but overdoing it is completely off. But maybe I shouldn't judge it like that. Though I must say the book set me off pretty well. Aren't I writing now, anyway? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114199589704779391?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114199589704779391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114199589704779391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114199589704779391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114199589704779391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/backstage-passes.html' title='Backstage Passes'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-114189762581910854</id><published>2006-03-09T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:47:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off it~</title><content type='html'>I'm a total goner.  Though I hope I'm not.  It's like...I'm talking to myself on this blog, yet I'm still putting my life up on display.  Maybe that's why I don't update as much as my friends do, because I really don't like the idea of having everyone knowing what's going on with my precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my CA marks back.  And I know my position in class.  Guess how much it dropped.  FOUR places!  My parents definitely weren't happy about it.  At first, I wasn't too upset about it, but after that, it started to sink in.  And I felt so unfair!  Yet it seemed so right.  I slacked quite a lot this term, and I was surprised that I even made top ten.  But it was so tiring!  I guess I was suffering from stress and all that.  Not just homework stress, it's &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; stress.  I wanted to get at least top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the record!  I wrote a song within like...20 minutes?  Yay!  I'm so glad!  I realized my skills were getting a bit rusty lately, due to the lack of practice.  I'd been slow in updating, my readers would realize I had updated only one chapter in two months.  Bleh.  But I love it!  It was supposed to be a poem, but I added my own tune to it and it sounds great!  To me, that is.  It's called 'Sakura'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm hooked on writing chinese compositions and stories.  Actually, just compositions.  I haven't thought of any story plots yet.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to analyze myself.  What I think, do, act might show just how proud, how greedy, how selfish, or how happy I am.  Silly, actually.  All for the sake of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-114189762581910854?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/114189762581910854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=114189762581910854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114189762581910854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/114189762581910854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-it.html' title='Off it~'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113949214696711619</id><published>2006-02-09T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:07:52.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>This is for my English journal entry set by my English teacher. And maybe it was time I introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Annia, and I am from Anglican High, in class 2D. And I love my class. I've always been lucky since primary school, because I've not yet had had a class that I did not like being in. Actually, most of your classmates are nice, it's just that some others are just...well, hard to get along with. They open up sooner or later, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got parents, and a younger sister. We are the typical kind of siblings. We fight, we care and we love. Sometimes I love her to bits, but sometimes, she's just an irritating person in my life whom I want to shut up. But in the end, I still love her. She has her caring side, even though when we argue, it turns out pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the relationship with my family. Whole family. I'd say we are joking, laughing and happy. There &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; sad times too.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But we were there for each other, and we found ways to settle our problems and conflicts and try to make everybody happy. We're from Taiwan, so we speak Chinese in the house. And my dad and sister, who were witty, make funny jokes that set off the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, we enjoy each other's company and we treasure each other. We like spending time together, but sometimes, we would have to stay a little further away because we got too close for too long. It would be tiring. I guess it's the matter of balancing ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113949214696711619?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113949214696711619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113949214696711619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113949214696711619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113949214696711619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/02/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113885407902776403</id><published>2006-02-01T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:21:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In School...ROX</title><content type='html'>It's so cool!  I'm updating my blog in school.  Ain't that exciting...that I'm making this BIG deal out of it?  Yeah!  Whatever.  I'm just bored anyway, I want to write on Fanfiction, but no time to write big chapters.  I haven't updated for nearly a month!!  Maybe I'll lose most of my reviewers.  But no matter!  They'll come back.  I just think I scared them off 'course they think I won't update anymore.  It's sad.  But I WILL UPDATE!  Yes!  That's my goal...to not give up my CC story.  I've given up &lt;em&gt;Another cursed family besides the Sohmas?&lt;/em&gt; which is a BIG pity.  Maybe I'll pick it back up someday.  I find them rather childish while growing up.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it short for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another &lt;em&gt;teaching&lt;/em&gt; coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113885407902776403?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113885407902776403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113885407902776403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113885407902776403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113885407902776403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-schoolrox.html' title='In School...ROX'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113681143949901709</id><published>2006-01-09T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T04:57:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2006</title><content type='html'>Oh.  My.  Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?  There's a few reasons.  Please take the time to go through it below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's been a month since I updated this blog.  A &lt;em&gt;month&lt;/em&gt;.  That's like...about thirty days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School has already started.  Homework and stress come in straight rows, though some are quite naughty, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. School's only &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; started and I am sort of tired of the food.  Not sick of it, just that I don't know what to eat...actually.  But you get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I haven't thought of what I want to be when I grow up.  Does that mean I'm a useless freak?  No.  (Smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I nearly broke my specs.  But it's fully healed now.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, altogether, do you think that the 'Oh.  My.  Gosh.' was really that much?  If you think as much as I do, then, yes, you should say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, my spirits lift easily.  I'm feeling all to light and fluttery now.  I've just read a VERY good story on Fanfiction.Net, and it SO rocks!  Yes, the plot's good, the grammar and vocabulary in perfect order... Just one teensy weensy problem.  Gosh, the whole &lt;em&gt;chunk&lt;/em&gt; of paragraph is there!  My eyes are precious, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, hey, I could never write like that...yet.  I hope someday I would be able to.  Maybe that's my ambition.  Writing good stories.  But it's not as easy when you really &lt;strong&gt;sit&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;down and &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about it.  It's all just dreams and thoughts.  Who knows?  For some, it comes true.  For others, it's really just another one of the thousands of hopes and dreams you could have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, that's what makes you want to run from reality.  It makes you scared, afraid.  You don't know what the future holds for you, yet you want - and maybe even need - to know.  I'd say that everybody's scared some time, some way or another.  Maybe it's just that moment that you tremble a bit.  Or maybe you just lay in bed and think.  Then you close your eyes and try to forget.  But the thought sticks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, maybe next time, we good friends could gather together.  We have a little chat.  A little encouragement.  A little hope.  It might just make you smile for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think all my entries should be untitled.  Especially when it's in the 'Thoughts' section.  I really don't stay on a certain topic, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"May it be five years, or ten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back one day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And turn around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Renika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113681143949901709?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113681143949901709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113681143949901709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113681143949901709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113681143949901709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-2006.html' title='New Year 2006'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113352750509611503</id><published>2005-12-02T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:45:05.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jian Hu Shan Fantasy Land</title><content type='html'>Whoohoo!  Whoohoo!  Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice...it's gone!  It's gone!  Just kidding, it's half gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed a bit today.  Near my grandparents' house (though still quite far, but within Yunlin Line), there's a fantasy land.  1Derful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo!  Whoohoo!  Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FUN!  FUN!  FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played almost every single game there.  Just one, though, it was too 'high.'  Don't like it.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to elaborate, I've used up all my energy and am feeling dizzy already... Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grabs head and faints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine," I mumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113352750509611503?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113352750509611503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113352750509611503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113352750509611503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113352750509611503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/12/jian-hu-shan-fantasy-land.html' title='Jian Hu Shan Fantasy Land'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113352701106711478</id><published>2005-11-30T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:40:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the aisle</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I really say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM! A-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was rather...eventful. I think. I woke up at around nine and just lay in bed until it was...ten? OMG! Not really. I mean, it's really cold here! Who would want to get up early in the morning in winter? No one would like that, not even if you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; an early riser. Which I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practically slept the whole morning away? Yes. I'm used to doing a lot of things, mind you, &lt;em&gt;a lot &lt;/em&gt;of things in the morning...so to me, it's a morning wasted today. So was yesterday, and the day before, and the day before the previous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become rather lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! It's WINTER TIME here! Though it's not as cold as Australia or Canada or America or Europe...it's still cold! XD I'm making excuses so that I won't feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going 'down' Taiwan to Linnei, where my grandparents live. It's a four hours' ride in the most lousy train operating here. (Don't sue me! If it were a better train, it would merely take...2 - 3 hours?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without things to eat, books to read or music to listen to, yeah, that's the word. But luckily, we've got all of those, so time passed at a regular pace...not faster than a snail's though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was considered slow because this morning, after breakfast, it was 10.10am. And our train was at 11am. The trip from my current place to the station would take 15 minutes. And we haven't packed. Guess why? Because mom forgot the time and thought it was 9am when we finished breakfast. Boy, was she anxious! But that's my mom. She's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there on time, but realized that...the train would be late 7 minutes! Argh! We went through &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that for &lt;em&gt;this?&lt;/em&gt; No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay after all then...just like that, we reached Linnei. I was tired out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; old night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say anything else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113352701106711478?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113352701106711478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113352701106711478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113352701106711478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113352701106711478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/down-aisle.html' title='Down the aisle'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113306278330691274</id><published>2005-11-26T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:39:43.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and Seas</title><content type='html'>Right now it's around 9.30pm, and I just got back from a day out.  And it was fun!  This morning, I woke up at 8am, and after the usual routine, we went out to a nearby breakfast outlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything else (food) in Taiwan, it was excellent.  I had pork floss toast with egg and cucumber.  Simple, but tasty.  Besides, it's winter here now, so anything warm would be welcomed with opened arms (in this case, opened mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to meet my mother's two best friends, Michelle Mei and Chen Yishiou (both women, duh).  We had two cars on the go, so Aunt Amanda drove hers, and Mr. Chen drove his.  I sat in Aunt Amanda's jeep, while my mother, sister, Michelle Mei and her daughter, Wanda, Mr. and Mrs. Chen and their 2nd daughter sat in their 7-people car (or whatever it's called).  The eldest daughter of the Chens went for a swimming competition.  Cool.  I'm not bad, if I say so myself, but I've never went for competition before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride wasn't long.  Luckily.  I get dizzy easily, but then I sat in the front, so maybe that was why I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were by the sea, so the smell of the sea was strong.  And the smell wasn't very nice.  But never mind.  Then Aunt Yishiou led us through a small pathway, and we arrived at a place that was filled with enormous sedimentary stones!  The were so huge!  And there were thousands of them!  I think.  But enough for us to climb, walk or run across the sea.  Or so-called.  We had to be careful or we'd fall into the sea.  You get the idea.  The wind was just right, so it was fine.  Loved the wind.  And we took a lot of pictures!  Beautiful ones, mind you.  The sea was clean and clear, and we saw 'sea-cockroaches' and dead crabs with baby crabs (small ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one rock shaped so much like the one that Pocahontas stood on before she jumped into the lake/river that I stood there and pretended to be Pocahontas.  And I sang some songs from the movie too.  It was fun and exciting!  Some places were easy to pass, but there were some places that you have to use a bit of brainpower and strength to get through.  I loved every single minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to a more tiring way up.  We had to move upwards in an extremely narrow and tiny path.  God, my bag straps was cutting into my shoulder.  Did I mention I was carrying two?  Don't try it when you are carrying water.  You'd regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, the mini mountain was so cool and the view we got there was FANTASTIC!  And there was a funny hole and a 'plasma TV-screen.'  They'd cut a rectangular place to look out to the sea with the 'two candlesticks' in the middle of the sea.  It was really cool.  Maybe when I get the picture, I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going up, of course we had to go down.  Though going down looked easier, it wasn't.  You had to brake yourself like forever, and so it was very tiring.  But it was fun all the same, though this time, there were no views to enjoy and wow at.  But it wasn't boring.  You should hear the conversation that goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those little ones run so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder how they make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't they get tired?  After the seaside and the upward climb?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess their energy is endless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married women seemed to like to talk about their children, which lead to school, whatsoever, and they also liked to talk about their husbands.  Not that it was a bad thing.  It was interesting, on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your husband seems to have developed a better sense of humor," my mother said when he tried to peek into the girls' public hot spring room/place/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really did 'try' to, but we all knew it was just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so after the walk, we took a five minutes' ride and reached the restaurant where we had lunch.  It was good.  Really good.  The dishes were big and cheap.  You could even take away.  We didn't, so we had to snatch tables.  Literally snatch.  There were thousands of people there.  We could just take drinks from the fridge, but we had to pay for them later, of course.  Nothing's really for free unless you steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to collect plates of food for ourselves.  It saved a lot of manpower for the restaurant, of course, so maybe that's why they did it.  And it's surprising that they trusted the people so much as to let them finish eating before paying.  But that's Taiwan for you.  Most of us pay up, but there would of course be some selfish people out there who would just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make enough money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were all bloated, and took another five minutes' ride to another place for SPA.  I didn't go though.  I was too lazy to change and wash, and so were the other adults.  So only my sister, Wanda and Wen Ting (2nd daughter) went.  Aunt Amanda went with them to look after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us just walked around, being very full.  Then we sat down and had tea.  Oh wow.  And I thought we were all full.  I had my MP3 with me, so I listened to Lindsay Lohan.  They were playing Cyndi's songs, and they were not so very nice.  To ME.  Not to others, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was 4.30pm and we played table soccer.  Cool.  Fun!  And we played basketball too.  You know, those you find in arcades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home.  Whew, we were all tired.  After that, the Chens went home for their eldest daughter, Wen Hui.  Aunt Michelle and Wanda went with us to Costco, a place where they sell things mainly imported from America.  The food was good, and we had dinner there.  Not oily nor fattening, and very tasty.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written in the living room of Aunt Amanda's house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113306278330691274?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113306278330691274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113306278330691274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113306278330691274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113306278330691274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/mountains-and-seas.html' title='Mountains and Seas'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113281627948958102</id><published>2005-11-24T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:12:02.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Decided</title><content type='html'>Hello! Today, I'm starting a brand new 'me.' From now on, my pen name will be &lt;em&gt;Renika&lt;/em&gt;. Cool. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is finally the 'packing day,' and now, though I am not busy packing...my mum is. I have to help (though it's useless, me), and so, I can't chat long...blah. Oh yeah, and I remember, today's the big day for the ones a year younger than me! Why? PSLE results are OUT! Whoohoo~ I've got a neighbour who is primary six, so I remembered. Haha, if not, I wouldn't really...care. But he wants to go to AHS too, so I am quite excited. I've come to love AHS and CKPS now, too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I am &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; going back to Taiwan! Yes! Being stuck in Singapore isn't really all that fun, but no offense! I haven't done my homework yet, uh oh! But never mind, I'm doing Fruits Basket for my reading report. Yikes... Whatever. And then, I'm buying the 18th book of Fruba! It so rocks! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna ace some Naruto books too, probably, whoohoo! Emma, I can lend you if you want... ;) We'll see...but we won't be able to ace ALL the series though...I'm not sure...whether we'll get even one...but there's hope! Yes, of course. I'm not making any promises, &lt;strong&gt;note!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if I don't go and help now, I'm in for a nervous breakdown from my mother. She's quite anxious today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Renika...&lt;br /&gt;and...the...story...ends...like...this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's no point repeating what's written, it's for fun!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113281627948958102?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113281627948958102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113281627948958102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113281627948958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113281627948958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-decided.html' title='Finally Decided'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113202233800144290</id><published>2005-11-15T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:38:58.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>I am...finally back?  Was I supposed to say that?  Did it come out the wrong way?  It's not like I went into hiding...  Oh well, that is just a &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched a Disney's Original Movie:  &lt;em&gt;Now You See It&lt;/em&gt;.  It was really good, even my mum said so.  And that wasn't heard often, you know, from my mum.  So it's pretty good.  It is at least interesting and it catches my attention because I like magic.  Yep, the story is all about magician, tricks, wizards and magic.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it was such a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the story ends like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got dance practice, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113202233800144290?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113202233800144290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113202233800144290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113202233800144290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113202233800144290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113128447376830291</id><published>2005-11-06T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T05:42:33.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance</title><content type='html'>Today has been a really fruitful day. I was given the chance to perform for charity, and the experience was very good. There were four of us playing violin together, we had only practice together for one day and I actually thought we sounded pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sense of satisfaction after the performance, I felt good about myself. Maybe I have to mention that I get nervous extremely easily when performing, whether big or small. I've been trying to keep my nervousness under control, and it was great practice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had enjoyed it, even though the performance was over within a matter of minutes. I definitely want to try it some other time...waiting for another chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113128447376830291?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113128447376830291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113128447376830291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113128447376830291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113128447376830291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/performance.html' title='Performance'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113116949185649104</id><published>2005-11-05T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:53:30.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungratefulness</title><content type='html'>Once again, I am bored out of my wits. I am still aching all over, as you might recall from the previous updates.  Now it has gotten even worse, with my shoulders aching like hell. I can't even practise my violin for a small performance tomorrow. Small as it may be, it's still rather important. Double dead end, don't you think? No playing violin and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read my previous updates, and I realized I sounded rather ungrateful. Selfish, more like. As if the world had nothing for me to do. I apologize. I will not remove those posts, though, as a reminder for myself how I had sounded or even looked like. And really, I am somehow disgusted at how those posts turned out. I felt nothing out of the ordinary when I wrote them. Now that I have read through them myself, I found my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mentioning quite a lot that I am bored, and yes, I am, because I didn't feel like doing my homework.  I don't reckon anyone has started with them anyhow.  But luckily, homework during the November and December holidays are considerably lighter than those during the June holidays.  That's what I think, but part of it might be because the holidays are a month longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't mean to sound selfish.  In fact, there's many things I could work on, except that I was just too lazy to work.  But I promise to pull up my socks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113116949185649104?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113116949185649104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113116949185649104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113116949185649104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113116949185649104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/ungratefulness.html' title='Ungratefulness'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113111241726754506</id><published>2005-11-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T05:53:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister is officially addicted to Maple Story.  She's playing it right now, and she can't even notice me typing about her, though that may be just what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;think.  And I have a feeling she's going to spoil her eyes and herself the moment the holidays start.  Though she will be going back to Taiwan, but there's no promise that she wouldn't download it there.  It's international, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jeez, I've watched her play and I find nothing interesting about it.  (Again, no offense to Maple fans, 'cos that's just me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bye.  I was bored, but now I've decided to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113111241726754506?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113111241726754506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113111241726754506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113111241726754506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113111241726754506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/addicted-to-maple.html' title='Addicted to Maple'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113109788661883056</id><published>2005-11-04T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:54:35.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, tired and aching all over</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, tired, and aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is what you get for standing on heels from 2.30pm to 7pm on one day, and attending dance CCA at AHS the next day. How perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no strength to lift my arms up to play my violin, something I enjoy tremendously when I am bored. Which, is now. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made no improvement in doing a split. It was still as terrible as it was on the first day of my CCA. Just because I was lazy...not that I wasn't expecting it, but I had thought all the training should at least add up to &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Oh yes, I still enjoy dance as much as ever, but I still get tired though. I dread it when it comes to ballet, stretching, and of course, as mentioned earlier, split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am in quite a happy mood now, for I had chocolatey bread for breakfast. Told you it would have its effects. Unfortunately, happy moods were for playing the violin and sad moods were for writing poems, so now, I can do neither. How wonderful. Everything's just perfectly planned out, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like watching television either. Nor do I feel like using the computer, even though I am using it now. I feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could always continue reading Harry Potter 5th Book. Nicole brought it to dance today, I spent some time reading it, though not much. Let's write a story about that? More like an account. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi, you guys," I greeted to the dance members as I reached the air-con hall. Everyone was gathered outside because our president had not arrived yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello!" Nicole replied, so did some others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first thing I saw was that she was holding an enormous rolled up poster. Jay Chou. Too bad I thought that out of his many songs, I only liked less than five of them. (No offense to Jay Chou's fans.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I dug into her bag for the CD she bought for a guy. Not her boyfriend though, as she said. It was because she and some other people played pranks on him, and though he did not get so angry as to attack them, they decided they should "reward" him. Oh wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I saw that she had brought along Harry Potter, the 5th Book. Being nice, I called her "hardworking." Nice of me, isn't it? I would say I considered myself lazy, 'cos in my right mind, I would never bring such a thick book to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I started reading, but got distracted easily by them chatting. I joined in every so often. So when Nicole looked over to see where I had gotten to, I was only on the third page. Or was it second? Or maybe even first. I'd forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus, she said jokingly, "You are &lt;/em&gt;slow&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's because you people are very distracting," I replied promptly and truthfully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Excuse lah, excuse," she smirked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rolled my eyes. She did not notice as she had returned to the conversation. See how easy it was to be distracted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-End of Story (Might be continued...)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Some of the contents are made up, haha! Overall, I thought it was rather boring. Hands up for those who read through the whole thing! Let's see, one, two, three, four, five, six... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113109788661883056?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113109788661883056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113109788661883056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113109788661883056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113109788661883056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored-tired-and-aching-all-over.html' title='Bored, tired and aching all over'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113067757627381661</id><published>2005-10-30T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T05:06:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled to the Brim</title><content type='html'>Now it's 9pm, and I'm still feeling full. I had high tea from 3.30pm to 5pm, and until now, I am still filled to the brim. Almost literally. No matter how full I am now, I still have to voice my critisms. Of course, the food was delicious, but there was very little variety. Not much to choose from, and I felt 'narrowed down'. And there was also this queasy feeling, I guess mainly from the spacing out. The entire place was quite crammed with tables and chairs, it was not that easy to move about. It gave me a 'confined' feeling, you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I guess it was fine. Of course, my favourite food was...&lt;strong&gt;chocolate!&lt;/strong&gt; The cakes were delicious and also the chocolate tarts. I had two of those. Mmmm...enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, feeling happy and bloated, we headed to Funan shopping centre. Mom and dad went to look at furnitures and cameras, while my sister and I went to a comic/manga/books overall rental/for sale shop. I stood there and read Prince of Tennis for about half an hour, before being shooed out. Actually, we weren't 'shooed out', but the shopkeeper told us that we were not allowed to read there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a look at the sales prices:&lt;br /&gt;One manga - $2, for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First word that came to my mind: &lt;em&gt;Expensive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather buy the manga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113067757627381661?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113067757627381661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113067757627381661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113067757627381661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113067757627381661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/filled-to-brim.html' title='Filled to the Brim'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113065388351421435</id><published>2005-10-29T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:31:23.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>There are just too many things we can celebrate for!  Celebrate your birthdays, events like New Year and Christmas, good results, etc.  And there are also many ways to celebrate these events!  For example, the New Year.  Everybody knows that a new year is a brand new start.  Those that failed their exams, or did not fulfil their expectations, etc, can take this chance to promise everybody as well as yourself that you will improve this time round!  It's a great way, and you can always wish for a bit of good luck along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good results, maybe you did better than you had expected, and of course, it's a lovely surprise!  Your parents are proud of your accomplishment and your friends will be motivated to work harder!  That can be celebrated too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, birthdays are special days for the lucky babies!  You get to blow the candles, you get presents, and best of all, you get cake!  Yum yum!  Plus you can have the whole icing to yourself just because it's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all these can be put together and to be celebrated all at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note:  The above was the Introduction.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad!  There are so many things to be celebrated, so my whole family decided to do it in all at once!  Quite a big one too!  I kind of think this was starting to become a tradition.  It has been like that for quite some years, so I am guessing it will continue to be like that!  Not that I am complaining, because we get to eat High-Tea!  Delicious!  It's definitely a good practice, I'd say, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was my birthday on 24th October, they decided to bring me to a restaurant on Sunday!  Unfortunately, my sister was having her exam that week, so we postponed to whole thing to this week, Sunday as well.  It is also to celebrate and congratulate my sister and I on our good results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113065388351421435?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113065388351421435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113065388351421435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113065388351421435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113065388351421435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate!'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113056989662323437</id><published>2005-10-29T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:11:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Oh, Maple is so fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Yeah!  What level are you on now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Where do you find that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Do you know any secret passages?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The above is exactly what has been going on between teenagers and kids these days.  These months, to be more exact.  It's been going on for months, I'm surprised they're not tired of it yet.  Not to mention playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so tired of hearing them talk about Maple Story, that I don't even want to play it.  Nope, I am &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;against it, trust me.  It's just that I have already gotten tired of it just by listening to them talk, that I simply cannot bring myself to register, even though I want to try it out.  Then, my sister got the whiff of rumors and started to play Maple Story as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She says, "The whole class is talking about it!  Even the girls!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nowadays, I realised, even girls are addicted to computer games.  I should have known it years ago, I'm just slow, yeah.  So now, I am constantly watching my sister play and get addicted to Maple Story.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am not addicted, however&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;but &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;is.  And I get bored just watching her play; I don't even want to try my hands (or fingers) at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The characters are cute, though.  I can admit that.  But I only like the hair, and perhaps the face, a little.  The game itself is just...&lt;em&gt;blah.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Please don't be offended, Maple Story fans!&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm just not so into computer games of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; kind, so please accept me for this!  I mean, come on, accept critism!  My sister loves it, and she still accepts my critisms even though she's offended and tried to defend it.  All in all, I think Maple's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sister says, "It's very interesting!  And I thought it was boring at first too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Whatever," I reply.  "I'll stick to writing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113056989662323437?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113056989662323437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113056989662323437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113056989662323437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113056989662323437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/maple-story.html' title='Maple Story'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113049434483482364</id><published>2005-10-28T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:12:47.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day You flew Away</title><content type='html'>Facing the sun with anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;You spread your wings big and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Taking just one step forward at that time,&lt;br /&gt;You jumped from the great height and soared to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And left me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to smile, to show I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't care that I was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I watched you to make sure you would always be all right,&lt;br /&gt;So that in darkness, I can provide you some light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, that was what it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;You were happy, satisfied and reaching for your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You never once looked back at all,&lt;br /&gt;Thus you never saw how did I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke into a thousand pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be mend again,&lt;br /&gt;You choose that time to come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;And found me gone and thought me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry, but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given you that advice,&lt;br /&gt;To continue once you started.&lt;br /&gt;But even so I had regretted,&lt;br /&gt;Much, much more because you returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned my back on you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you would go away.&lt;br /&gt;To catch the string right before you,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you up into the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think &lt;em&gt;what if&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to mend myself,&lt;br /&gt;But was never whole again.&lt;br /&gt;For I knew I was already broken inside,&lt;br /&gt;The day that you flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Saki~ (No Copying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113049434483482364?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113049434483482364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113049434483482364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113049434483482364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113049434483482364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-you-flew-away.html' title='The day You flew Away'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113049321514163297</id><published>2005-10-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T02:56:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>(Ding, Dong, Dang, Dong; Dong, Dang, Ding, Dong...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, wonderful music, don't you think? The lovely sound the PA system produces, to officially start the holidays, and to officially end the year of school 2005! Absolutely beautiful. Yeah. Whatever. I am feeling dramatic today, so forgive me for my...choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news, is, of course, the start of the two-month school holiday! After 11.45a.m., there will be no more lessons, no more physical education, no more common tests, and no more experiments in the science lab. Doesn't that sound soothing to the ears? But, unfortunately, even though it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; officially the school holidays, the entire student population would be returning to school for CCAs, extra re-tests, and for Student Councillors, meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point welcoming the school holidays, because everybody would be returning to school some time or other during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can't complain, because that's what the students are supposed to do, as it is their most important duty. For now. At least we can look on the bright and sunny side, no more waking up early at 6 o'clock. But many events are still held in the morning, so we &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand I am contradicting myself, but I am just listing out the pros and cons of school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we do not have to bury our heads in the old and boring textbooks. This is the only point that is in the pros column without a con side. The rest all have cons. Unfair. We are still coming back to school to learn new things, to get new knowledge, to make new friends or bond with old ones, just like what we usually do in school. Isn't that schooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A cold breeze rustles the leaves...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113049321514163297?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113049321514163297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113049321514163297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113049321514163297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113049321514163297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-113005409691959385</id><published>2005-10-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:54:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Big news!  Big news!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not much of a big news...oh well, on with the BIG NEWS!  (hehe...)  My dad bought a new laptop...again!  Now, we currently have &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; laptops in the house!  Sounds cool?  It is!  Now, my sister and I don't have to fight for the computer anymore!  Yes!  Finally!  ~PEACE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today's news, sorry it was short, because I am extremely pissed off with someone.  I can't say the name, it will cause havoc.  And I don't want any wars brewing just because I finally have peace with my sister at home.  I don't want any in &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;.  It's a place to study and make friends, not to have cold wars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if any of you (namely my friends that know my name), want to link me, can you please don't use my real name?  I'm fine with my initials A.H, though.  Okay?  Thanks a million!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-113005409691959385?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/113005409691959385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=113005409691959385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113005409691959385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/113005409691959385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-laptop-in-house.html' title='New Laptop in the House'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112990178075357843</id><published>2005-10-21T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:36:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's in and out</title><content type='html'>I don't know who I am trying to kid, but it's me.  I don't think anyone can actually believe what happened to me today.  No, no deaths or sicknesses or anything, but it's definitely out of order.  See, it all started with the chocolately breakfast I had this beautiful morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a chocolate lover.  When I eat chocolates of almost any kind, I get high and happy.  Don't get the wrong idea, not the 'druggy' way.  But I most certainly will be in a good mood.  Of course, today was no different, and I was happy all the way till around four o'clock.  That was when reality seemed to sink in.  It was as if I was blocking myself out the whole day and now I have finally let my guard down.  Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there was a sudden heavy weight in my heart.  I don't know what happened.  It wasn't like that minutes before.  It wasn't like &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; minutes before.  I guess I was tired after all the shopping I did with my friend today.  So I sat down to continue my Fanfic.  It wasn't that bad, when suddenly, I just couldn't write anymore.  Nothing came into my head.  It was totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today I had swimming lesson.  It started out all right at first, but as I continued, the water seemed to weigh me down.  I was falling down hard.  Not physically.  Perhaps mentally, but I am not sure.  All I knew was that I was falling.  I landed somewhere and started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why I cried either.  When I figure it out, I guess I could reveal it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112990178075357843?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112990178075357843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112990178075357843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112990178075357843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112990178075357843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/days-in-and-out.html' title='Day&apos;s in and out'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112973011817253042</id><published>2005-10-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:16:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First of all, I just want to say about my SA2 results. They are okay, overall, except for my English. It was horrible, and guess what? I write, speak, hear English everyday and yet...this is the result I get. Oh well. Doesn't really matter now, does it? It's all over, and I have given it my best, so there is no more that I can regret, except to look through my mistakes and come up with another strategy to win myself...once more. Life is like that, they say, or to be more specific, my &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt; say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you have given it your best, then whatever the result, good or bad, accept it and move on. It is &lt;/em&gt;you&lt;em&gt; after all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it has gotten and stuck in my head after a long period of hearing it. I have accepted that, and I live by it. That might be why I am happy-go-lucky. I accept it, and move on. It is me, after all. I don't want to sound proud or anything, but it makes me feel special. I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the feeling being special, that I stand out. But in a good way, of course. That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All right, second thing. I have finally written a oneshot piece on Prince of Tennis that I am extremely satisfied with. It is one of my favorites that I have written on Fanfiction.Net. If you are interested, please do go read and leave a &lt;strong&gt;trace&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;review&lt;/strong&gt;). Thank you! Information is below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Username: Alternate-Mysteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Title: Perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anime: Prince of Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112973011817253042?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112973011817253042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112973011817253042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112973011817253042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112973011817253042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112909128419422425</id><published>2005-10-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:28:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the Time!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it.  &lt;em&gt;Hardly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Alright, I guess it is not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard to believe but now I realized that...I've only got TWO more exams to go before I can be free to write whatever I want!  Of course, I have to learn how to really cook something.  My mother is going to teach me this year.  I hope it will be successful, because I think my skills are just pure lousy.  And, I am a blurhead (no such word). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so what can I write about today?  Oh yes, of course, the absolutely fantastic story from FanFiction.Net!  It's in the Anime group, and Tennis no Ohjisama.  The story is wonderfully plotted, and it really has a lot of twists in it!  Such twists are unbelievably true.  The way the writer writes it is just amazing!  I enjoyed the story a lot, but there are also other writers who are so good that I can't help but praise them.  It's really like that.  But it also depends on what kind of story you like, for example, you like Romance, Action, Supernatural, Angst, Drama, etc, etc.  I personally like Angst pretty much, because they are usually secretive and complicated.  I like figuring things out in a story, so if it surprises me, you will definitely hear me saying a lot about it!  I also like excitement.  You know, with climax that kind of thing.  Like, who is going to win this game, whatsoever.  Mmm, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also great stories on FictionPress.Com, and they are very interesting.  Some stories posted are not so good, but there are sure 'golds' out there!  You cannot believe how many clever twists people come up with!  I'm very eecstatic about other people's stories, so forgive me for yabbering so much.  That's what I am all about I guess.  Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112909128419422425?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112909128419422425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112909128419422425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112909128419422425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112909128419422425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-at-time.html' title='Look at the Time!'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112865729568376974</id><published>2005-10-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:54:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After just TWO exams...</title><content type='html'>Whoo~  I've just finished two exams, Geography and Science.  I &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; be cheering here right now, but I think I do deserve at least a bit of happiness at this time of year!  Those who think today, tomorrow, or even the future is not important, THINK AGAIN!  They are very important!  They have a huge impact on our lives!  I may not know you TODAY, but I just &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; know you TOMORROW!  This is utter crap, just get down to the next paragraph if you're feeling cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I finished my Geography on Thursday.  Did I mention just &lt;em&gt;how much&lt;/em&gt; I suck at it?  I bet not.  Even if I did, I will mention it again.  It is important, because I really, seriously do very badly at Geography.  Not because I am stupid, but because I don't do well at memorizing things.  And there's thousands to memorize!  Of course, it is not my favourite subject, so I don't really spend my heart on it.  It's my fault, yeah.  Who came up with this subject anyway?  I think I did okay, though.  This time I did some assessment books on it.  Before that, I did not care.  But, this time, my &lt;em&gt;caring&lt;/em&gt; heart and soul &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; me to do that damn book.  (My language is not on purpose, don't sue me.  Thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's my science!  Overall, it's slightly above average, I guess, but I cannot be sure because  it might be biased.  It's not my problem!  Who doesn't love themselves?  Well, except for those with mental problems...that is.  This End-of-Year science was actually a pretty tough paper.  Some of my friends said that too.  Tougher than mid-year exam, at least.  But it's what we have to face for an easy mid-year paper.  No arguements there.  Sure.  Yeah.  Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, duh!  Of course it isn't!  Why can't they stop breathing down our necks once in a while?  We give ourselves pressure too, not only teachers and parents!  Especially me!  I have high expectations for myself!  (P.s It's a problem that I am trying to cure right now, you know.  "Do not aim for perfection.  Good enough &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;  good enough.")  So, I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;working hard here for myself too!  And no, I DO NOT have mental problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now, I still have FIVE subjects to study for.  Think it's fun?  I'll switch place with you anytime.  And don't tell me you are hardworking, or having a job, or on the the verge of committing suicide, because I know we can't switch places, hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112865729568376974?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112865729568376974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112865729568376974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112865729568376974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112865729568376974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-just-two-exams.html' title='After just TWO exams...'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112798907217927868</id><published>2005-09-29T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:18:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right, in case anyone thinks that I am suffering from depression, I am NOT. It's just because the exams are coming and I get nervous very easily, as you can see from my, ahem, violin examination. I get all frozen up. I am trying to learn not to be so nervous now, and am getting help, so it's going to be okay. Not a problem. Oh, and the poem I wrote on Monday, it sounds very depressing, I know, but I was on the verge of breaking down right then. Sorry, but I do feel much better now. It's going to be OKAY... Sure it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh well, isn't that about it? I still have lots of revision to do, right now I am not exactly stressed out so I don't have much to write about, no worries. Later, when I am stressing myself out, I will write again...it's a great way to relieve stress, strongly recommended, though not all are the same. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112798907217927868?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112798907217927868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112798907217927868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112798907217927868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112798907217927868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-in-case.html' title='Just In Case'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112789747553200266</id><published>2005-09-28T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:51:15.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>To tell the truth, I am slightly stressed right now.  &lt;em&gt;All right&lt;/em&gt;, VERY stressed.  Well, what did you expect?  I just realised that I had so many things to memorize for the End Of Year exam that I have gone slightly crazy!  And there's no one to help me &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; be able to help me except for myself!  There's so many things to do!  I'm all tangled up, so I opted to rest and just use the computer and write something to destress myself.  I can't study too well in class, because the pupils make a lot of noise!  Especially the boys, but who can blame them?  They are just being...well, &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;.  No big deal, it will be weird if they actually were quiet and well-behaved, right?  So, this is life.  Can't they at least shut up for five peaceful minutes?  NO!  Argh, but like I said, who can blame them?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to me being stressed.  There's not much about it, except to &lt;em&gt;de&lt;/em&gt;stress.  What can I do?  Write.  Hey, I'm asking questions on what I had mentioned earlier, you know?  Yeah, of course you do.  Then, there's this.  I like to write ONE-SHOTS on Fanfiction.net, but then, it always take some time.  But I find it a great way to relieve stress.  Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112789747553200266?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112789747553200266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112789747553200266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112789747553200266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112789747553200266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/tangled.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112774311866548582</id><published>2005-09-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:28:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World End</title><content type='html'>One day, just suddenly, I tilted my head and glanced at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The sun's still shining, the world's still spinning,&lt;br /&gt;But for me, the world was crashing at all sides.&lt;br /&gt;You hear my cry but you ignore&lt;br /&gt;You saw my tears but you forgot&lt;br /&gt;To come and comfort me when I needed you&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself in this world of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hidden, camouflaged.&lt;br /&gt;I was there, but blended with the others.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you saw me&lt;br /&gt;But the next second, I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;You shook your head in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;And just left me standing alone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be&lt;br /&gt;You call this free&lt;br /&gt;I call this prison.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my family&lt;br /&gt;They're all gone&lt;br /&gt;What's left behind&lt;br /&gt;Is their little girl lone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missed, I'm not wanted&lt;br /&gt;No one asked about my disppearance.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave a hole; left no trail&lt;br /&gt;Just being invisible, forgotten and frail.&lt;br /&gt;You saw through me and you never see&lt;br /&gt;Me crying there under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Listen, the world has crashed around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Saki~ (No Copying, lest you asked for permission &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I agreed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112774311866548582?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112774311866548582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112774311866548582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112774311866548582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112774311866548582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-end.html' title='World End'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112738513585936078</id><published>2005-09-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T03:32:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daijobu Deska</title><content type='html'>Maybe some might be wondering, what is 'Daijobu deska' which I had put as my title.  Well, let me explain.  These words are japanese, and I learnt them from a Japanese-English Dictionary that I had borrowed from my friend.  I adore Japanese words and have a weird obession with using japanese words in my sentences.  I'm &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;trying to show off, seriously, it's a weird feeling.  Right, on with the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daijobu' means no problem or it's okay.  'Deska' is just a word that's added behind it, more of a local talk, you know?  Like, when japanese ask questions, there's usually a 'deska' behind the whole sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know some other japanese words as well, the basics like:  Ohayo (Good morning), Konnichiwa (Hello/Hi), Arigato Gozaimas (Thank you very much), Doi tashimashte (You're welcome), Nande (Why), Nani (What), Gomen nasai (Very sorry), Summimasen (excuse me / sorry)...etc, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing about this anyway?  &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt; I think I sound like a show off.  All right, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112738513585936078?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112738513585936078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112738513585936078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112738513585936078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112738513585936078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/daijobu-deska.html' title='Daijobu Deska'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112738378564895519</id><published>2005-09-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:58:47.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I should start with how terrible my violin examination went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I reached the examination place earlier than I was supposed to. Okay, I guess that wasn't a bad thing. But then, when I practised, there were still some notes that weren't right. Not that much of a big problem, but it's still there. Then, my piano teacher came, all dressed nicely, as we were supposed to. I stopped practising so as not to confuse myself during the real thing, but in the end, I figured it wasn't much of a use. When I went in, I smiled, yes, and kept smiling throughout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first piece, A2, I played the second line, last bar, wrongly. It was totally not good! I was hung there for a split second before I quickly recovered and continued the dreaded piece. What a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; way to start! You've got to be kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the second piece, B3, I was a tad faster than the original speed. So when I wanted to slow down, I became too slow, which made my piano teacher confused, I presume. But I got over it. Lastly, it was the third piece, C2. I think this last piece was the only one I was satisfied with for that time being. The rest...I didn't think much of them, because...they really &lt;em&gt;sucked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next were my scales. OH MY GOODNESS! I guess most of them were all right, but my A Flat Major was played wrongly. I missed out a couple of notes. Might not cost me much marks, but there's still a bit deducted! My Sight-reading was absolute disaster. It was horrendous! Terrible! I don't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, I put my violin down and started on my oral. Wonderfully it went, actually. I was quite surprised with it! I had most dreaded it but then it became my most satisfied part of the examination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about what happened during the examination. What would you give it? An Excellent? Good? Fair? Poor? I don't know what I should give it. But I wasn't very satisfied overall, that's a truth. I can't ask for more, it's already &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112738378564895519?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112738378564895519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112738378564895519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112738378564895519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112738378564895519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/violin-examination.html' title='Violin Examination'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112720880355618163</id><published>2005-09-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:33:51.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in Hand</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been slightly weird. Not exactly weird &lt;em&gt;weird,&lt;/em&gt; but you get the idea. It's not the &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; that are weird, it's my hands. Something was wrong, maybe I pulled a muscle or something, I could not exert a force on my hands. Thus, my hands have become useless. &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; I could not play my violin!! My violin examination is just around the corner you see, and now, after playing the violin for a while, my hand will literally "shut down" on its own and not let me have any say in it. I can't control it, totally. Fingers can move, yes, but no, not the palms, no energy at all. I need the palm muscles to exactly put my fingers to use, but look at my condition now! It's horrible. I hate this, I mean, MY EXAMINATION!!! What the hell am I supposed to do? When I can't even move my hands? I can pretend that it doesn't hurt, yes, but I can't move them, see the problem now? ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sniffs* What did I do to deserve this? See, it even got me self-pitying...I feel awful. Right now, my palm hurts, but I'm only moving my fingers about. It even hurts a little, but at least it's just that &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; bit. Yeah. Oh, did I mention that I am supposed to practice my violin with my piano teacher today? Two words: &lt;strong&gt;DISASTER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112720880355618163?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112720880355618163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112720880355618163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112720880355618163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112720880355618163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/pain-in-hand.html' title='Pain in Hand'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112701505278704093</id><published>2005-09-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:49:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ahh, yes... Last night, I went to see a concert called 'Dance Reflections'...well, I'm not sure whether you would call it a &lt;/em&gt;concert&lt;em&gt;, but I had quite enjoyed myself. Though I was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;STARVING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; while watching the dance...I did not have my dinner!!! Ouch, I had a stomach ache for ages, and the moment I reached McDonalds, I immediately bought something to eat. I think I dug in...&lt;strong&gt;LIKE A PIG...&lt;/strong&gt; But I couldn't help it, I was so very, very, very hungry! I felt like a wolf then! I don't even want to go through that again! Though there are plenty of chances of that happening in the future...Hehe! DO NOT EVER STARVE YOUSELF! IT'S EXTREMELY UNHEALTHY AND UNBEARABLE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, not much about the dance, it's a little bit confusing, truth to be said. All in all, I think it was great, I got to spend time with my friends and enjoy a good show! Yeah! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112701505278704093?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112701505278704093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112701505278704093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112701505278704093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112701505278704093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/dance-reflections.html' title='Dance Reflections'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16827237.post-112693860238676926</id><published>2005-09-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:30:02.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just started a new blog, but I've got absolutely nothing to write here...how &lt;strong&gt;amazing,&lt;/strong&gt; don't you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Be the best you can&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16827237-112693860238676926?l=not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/feeds/112693860238676926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16827237&amp;postID=112693860238676926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112693860238676926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16827237/posts/default/112693860238676926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-just-any-thing.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-hello.html' title='Oh, hello'/><author><name>Saki Hanajima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04489742534926891656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
