<?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-7356254017810844861</id><updated>2012-02-11T18:36:09.337-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='skyrim'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Wicked'/><category term='nicknames'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='enlightening conversations'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='competition'/><category term='write4fun'/><category term='relatives'/><category term='old times'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='cute'/><category 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term='musical'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='running man'/><category term='stress'/><category term='random'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='table tennis'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='games'/><category term='goals'/><category term='blog'/><category term='arias'/><category term='gotye'/><category term='life'/><category term='french'/><category term='parents'/><category term='jennifer lawrence'/><category term='tests'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='food'/><category term='lolz'/><category term='disneyland'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='anime'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='fail'/><title type='text'>C's Reverie</title><subtitle type='html'>Reverie: a state of idle and pleasant contemplation...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>544</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2688212695594633576</id><published>2012-02-11T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:36:09.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song(s) of the Week + The Civil Wars + Free Album Download</title><content type='html'>Ha! Got your attention with the "Free Album Download" part didn't I? Yes, you read right, there is a free album download this week. But before I get to that, let me talk about The Civil Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civil Wars are the most awesome thing to happen to me all week. Yeah, I'm aware they existed a long time before I started paying attention but for those long time fans, bear with me as I go through my mini fangasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WfzRlcnq_c0" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfzRlcnq_c0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their songs are so beautiful. Simple, but beautiful. Basically, the grammy nominated due is made up of Joy Williams and John Paul White. They're married but not to each other. However they make such beautiful acoustic music together that you would've thought they WERE married to each other. Their website describes their songs as "minimalistic" which I guess means there's no fancy schmancy beat disrupting their tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website also says that the song above was apparently played in its entirety on an episode of Grey's Anatomy. I wouldn't know cause I don't watch Grey's Anatomy but apparently after that episode aired, hundreds of thousands of people started googling the song and they were given a huge popularity boost. Taylor Swift also tweeted her love for the duo, which I guess partly explains their collaboration on Safe and Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would only post one song per week but I think for this band, I have to make an exception because I love them too much and only one video does not do them justice. Here's the first song that they ever wrote together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tkxFA7nzLFg" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original source: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkxFA7nzLFg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkxFA7nzLFg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, they have a free album download on their official site (fully legal if you're wondering). The performances on it are live but that doesn't matter because I have a feeling their live performances are even better than their studio stuff. There's 10 songs on the album I think: &lt;a href="http://thecivilwars.com/music.php"&gt;http://thecivilwars.com/music.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2688212695594633576?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2688212695594633576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/songs-of-week-civil-wars-free-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2688212695594633576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2688212695594633576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/songs-of-week-civil-wars-free-album.html' title='Song(s) of the Week + The Civil Wars + Free Album Download'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WfzRlcnq_c0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-573733660963626642</id><published>2012-02-05T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:00:00.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song of the Week - Radio - Lana Del Rey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5P4lMaU0s4g" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what she's singing about, I have no idea. It might have something to do with da sex though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pick me up and take me like vitamin&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my body's sweet like sugar in the morning yeah&lt;br /&gt;Baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;(How do you like me now?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... that doesn't sound sexual at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lana Del Rey. You're so amusingly ambiguous. I can't decide whether your lyrics are so meaningful that they escape comprehension or whether you really have no idea what you're singing about sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way, I don't really care. As long as the song sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-573733660963626642?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/573733660963626642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-of-week-radio-lana-del-rey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/573733660963626642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/573733660963626642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/song-of-week-radio-lana-del-rey.html' title='Song of the Week - Radio - Lana Del Rey'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5P4lMaU0s4g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7014332536762404914</id><published>2012-02-04T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:23:03.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EX2'/><title type='text'>My Mood is like a Sine Graph</title><content type='html'>Tutor's been cancelled today! Yaaaaaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spaz-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/spaz-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Welcome back, my most over-used happy gif. It's just that, I don't actually have anything happier than spastic Matt Smitha and Karen Gillan, so you'll just have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday today and at this point in time, I feel quite happy. If my mood over a specific time period was graphed out, I believe it would look like a sine curve. I'm always so prone to fluctuating from highs to lows to highs again. Don't worry, it's not bi-polar, it's just me. And I believe Extension 2 has something to do with it. If I've worked on it recently and I'm okay with what I've done, my mood rises. But if I've neglected it for a while and I know I really should be dedicating some time to but just can't find the will to do anything, my mood starts sinking back down. And the cycle will inevitably repeat. That's the curse of a major work. If you do Visual Arts,Drama, History Extension or English Extension 2, you will know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7014332536762404914?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7014332536762404914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-mood-is-like-sine-graph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7014332536762404914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7014332536762404914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-mood-is-like-sine-graph.html' title='My Mood is like a Sine Graph'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7913234669681026872</id><published>2012-02-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:46:49.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Cynthia's Library Adventures</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started Year 12, I've been hanging around the library a lot. Actually I practically live there, since it has become my temporary maths classroom as well. Anyway, I've been noticing that in my free periods, people that normally don't talk to me (or even know I exist) have been approaching me and asking me &lt;u&gt;how many hours I study a night&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704871465808854818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVdOCjZnZtg/TyvGX1jMfyI/AAAAAAAABbo/MP26EeM7NSs/s400/shocked_expression_858531_45466427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS AN ENTIRELY LEGIT QUESTION... which I don't know how to answer because I don't "study". I do homework and if I feel like it, pretend to make notes for the sake of acting productive. So at this point, my expression is like the one above because inwardly, I'm panicking. If I say I don't study a lot, I put my nerd-status at risk. And if I say I spend 6 hours a night reviewing notes or something, I would be lying and people would start running away from me in fear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, just something pointless I wanted to share. I now feel more motivated to study lol. But don't worry, it will pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7913234669681026872?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7913234669681026872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/cynthias-library-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7913234669681026872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7913234669681026872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/cynthias-library-adventures.html' title='Cynthia&apos;s Library Adventures'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVdOCjZnZtg/TyvGX1jMfyI/AAAAAAAABbo/MP26EeM7NSs/s72-c/shocked_expression_858531_45466427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6795699710670081330</id><published>2012-02-02T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:24:51.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Trailer 2</title><content type='html'>If you're like me and you compulsively watched the first trailer, this second trailer won't have much new content. However, I do like the fact that in the last few seconds, we get a glimpse of Cinna "sneaking" the Mockingjay pin into the arena (I don't think that ever happened in the books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qoUT7q2iTbQ" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poNNZ9c94jk/TyuLIT_td6I/AAAAAAAABbY/_nkeNa1i4Uw/s1600/Cinna-Katniss-450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704806327917574050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poNNZ9c94jk/TyuLIT_td6I/AAAAAAAABbY/_nkeNa1i4Uw/s400/Cinna-Katniss-450x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs-olFZ9NOM/TyuLIL2sD_I/AAAAAAAABbQ/4P7HqxOYDBo/s1600/404623_10150522345852568_101939717567_9092272_834825841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 379px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704806325732249586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs-olFZ9NOM/TyuLIL2sD_I/AAAAAAAABbQ/4P7HqxOYDBo/s400/404623_10150522345852568_101939717567_9092272_834825841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxBn6sZcZHI/TyuLHkKe6KI/AAAAAAAABbE/aa1KvXn5MhY/s1600/tumblr_lyh9ytAx2z1r8ki6so1_500-480x238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 198px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704806315077855394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxBn6sZcZHI/TyuLHkKe6KI/AAAAAAAABbE/aa1KvXn5MhY/s400/tumblr_lyh9ytAx2z1r8ki6so1_500-480x238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMQShpSiRA/TyuLHnt5X6I/AAAAAAAABa4/thT83eBkgQs/s1600/Katniss-Hunger-Games-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 263px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704806316031696802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMQShpSiRA/TyuLHnt5X6I/AAAAAAAABa4/thT83eBkgQs/s400/Katniss-Hunger-Games-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6795699710670081330?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6795699710670081330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/hunger-games-trailer-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6795699710670081330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6795699710670081330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/hunger-games-trailer-2.html' title='The Hunger Games Trailer 2'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qoUT7q2iTbQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2878402146529458004</id><published>2012-02-01T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:31:58.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Romanticism is Anything but Romantic</title><content type='html'>Romanticism should go die in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&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;Okay okay I lied. I actually do have more to say. (To echo the words of my favourite Korean drama blogger, Javabeans, "Brevity is not my friend. I want to be its friend, but it shuns me regularly.") So let me clarify. I don't HATE Romanticism as a topic per se, I just hate how difficult it is to find related texts for the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking, &lt;em&gt;how is that possible? There must be a billion books and poems out there about Romanticism!&lt;/em&gt; That might be true but the fact is, I would rather stick pins into my eyeballs than read any more poetry or classical literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, while I was haunting the library today (I use the word haunting because everytime I'm in there, I feel like Moaning Myrtle. Seriously, try spending 12 periods a week in there and see if you don't go insane) I decided that I should probably get a head start on finding related texts. Predictably, the library didn't have anything. So I tried reading something on my laptop. Three chapters into &lt;strike&gt;Mopey Dickhead&lt;/strike&gt; Moby Dick, I felt like giving up. Not because it's bad or anything but just because books like that no longer capture my attention. I want to read something entertaining that doesn't require functioning brain cells. And plus, I HATE choosing related texts. I HATE IT. How do you know what you choose is going to be relevant for the HSC question? What if the Romanticism question deals with imagination but the texts that I've chosen barely mention anything about it. What would I do?? My whole HSC could quite possibly hinge on that one question and its marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. Whatever. I'm just gonna bo back to doing maths homework. Good ol' dependable maths - too predictable and monotonous to ever become a threat to my HSC. (Oh damn, did I just jinx myself?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're reading this Othilia, maths homework is question 1-7 of exercise 5.8, and the whole of 5.9. I tried ringing you to tell you that but no one picked up the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2878402146529458004?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2878402146529458004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/romanticism-is-anything-but-romantic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2878402146529458004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2878402146529458004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/02/romanticism-is-anything-but-romantic.html' title='Romanticism is Anything but Romantic'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1863874502699389337</id><published>2012-01-30T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:46:20.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Wolf - You're a Wolf</title><content type='html'>Cynthia's Song of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I-IXwKgbhdE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to buy a hammock and string it up between two trees down by the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin', on southern stream, get to the river 'fore I run too low.&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin', on southern stream, get to the river 'fore I run too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;"The one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here."&lt;br /&gt;"The one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here, here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin', on northeast stream, get to the ocean 'fore I run too low.&lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin', on northeast stream, get to the ocean 'fore I run too low,&lt;br /&gt;Get to the ocean 'fore I run too low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here."&lt;br /&gt;"The one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here, here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, "You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."&lt;br /&gt;Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, "You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a wolf."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1863874502699389337?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1863874502699389337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/sea-wolf-youre-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1863874502699389337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1863874502699389337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/sea-wolf-youre-wolf.html' title='Sea Wolf - You&apos;re a Wolf'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I-IXwKgbhdE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1435215800621767117</id><published>2012-01-29T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:57:34.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Want To Sleep In</title><content type='html'>I am so mentally exhausted right now. I planned to come home and work on The Project That Shall Not Be Named but I just can't find the will to. My brain is still in holiday mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can....not....go.....on. *collapses on the floor like Djokovic after that 32 shots rally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad guys. I miss my trashy novels already :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1435215800621767117?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1435215800621767117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-sleep-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1435215800621767117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1435215800621767117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-sleep-in.html' title='I Want To Sleep In'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7708746135346567839</id><published>2012-01-27T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:00:50.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skyrim'/><title type='text'>High 5 William! I Like Skryim Too!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm spending my second last day blogging. I just know that after reading William's blog about Skyrim, I have to express my love for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a huge amount of time on Skyrim and no I will not tell you how many hours it has been or else you'll think I'm crazy. My character's race is Imperial and she's kind of a half warrior/half destruction mage who also has great conjuration skills. I like casting Flame Atronach because it makes me feel less alone in dungeons and dungeons are scary. STUPID DRAUGR, Y'ALL SHOULD ALL DIE.....wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Draugr_Wight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 484px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Draugr_Wight.jpg" width="481" height="814" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike William, I don't steal stuff. It's too stressful for me. After trying to play Oblivion a few years ago and being a sneak/archer/thief, I kept getting threatened with gaol so I was like stuff this, I'm going to be a law abiding citizen. Plus, I can be a really obsessive hoarder. If I stole everything I liked, my character wouldn't be able to move because I rarely chuck stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it was my duty to join the Imperial Legion because well, I'm an Imperial lol. It doesn't matter that they tried to execute me at the beginning. They didn't know how awesome I was yet. And plus, stupid Ulfric Stormcloak is a RACIST. He doesn't let the Argonians and Khajits and Dark Elves live in the city and every time I see him lounging on his throne in Windhelm, I feel like stabbing my ebony sword through his chest. It's okay though because I've finished the civil war questline and now things in Windhelm are getting better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UlfricStormcloak_saturated.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/UlfricStormcloak_saturated.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first companion was Lydia. Oh Lydia. We've had so many adventures together. It's a shame you never seem to get any smarter though. Why do you always get in my way? Is it possible for you to not activate every single trap that I've tried really hard to deactivate? Oh well, at least you know how to tank well. I like it when you run into a whole bunch of monsters while I just stand somewhere inconspicuous and lodge fireball after fireball from a safe distance. Too bad my fireballs are so powerful that you sometimes end up dying. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I decided to dump Lydia and go find another companion. Enter Mjoll the Lioness. I've decked her out in Orcish armour and now she is undefeatable.... even by me. Mjoll is the epitome of awesomeness. I swear I could just stand back and let her clear out the bosses for me. Actually, I don't really have to do much fighting. I can conjure up Flame Atronachs and Dremoras (with my Sanguine Rose) and there you have it, a fully functional mini army. I probably shouldn't do that though - it feels like cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mjollthelioness.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/mjollthelioness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I also got married.... twice. The first time was when I went into an inn in Solitude and found this random dude called Sam sitting at the counter. I talked to him and he was like, "Hey let's have a drinking contest! If you win, I"ll give you this staff." I didn't need a staff but I thought, what the hell? BAD IDEA GUYS. After the third drink, I passed out and ended up in a temple in Markarth with an angry priestess telling me off. I then had to figure out what I did the night before (kind of like The Hangover movie) by following up on clues and stuff. I then discovered that I'd actually promised to wed someone so I headed to the place where my supposed "bride" was living and guess what? SHE WAS A FRICKIN' HAGRAVEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Hagraven2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 584px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Hagraven2.jpg" width="550" height="631" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ew I'm so not marrying you. So I killed her and looted the wedding ring from her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That near-marriage sucked. So I decided to get married for real.... to Onmund from the Mages College. Oh Onmund, you were one of the rare, non-ugly looking people in Skyrim (although that's probably because you wore a hood to cover your face). I thought you had a bit of spunk... before I married you. Now all you do is sit in my expensive house in Solitude and say stuff like, "Hello love, are you back from adventuring?" and offer to cook me homecooked meals. Onmund has become DOMESTICATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=markarth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 342px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/markarth.jpg" width="909" height="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also notoriously bad at accepting random quests from people. I never turn down anything... which is why I've joined just about every guild in Skyrim: The Companions, the Mages College, the Bards College and The Dark Brotherhood (the last one was really unintentional, I swear). I like most of my guilds though.... especially the companions and mages ones because I've finished all their quests and now I feel really powerful (I won't spoil what you get by finishing the quests). Also, The Companions asked me if I wanted to undergo some sort of blood ritual and I said why not? SO THEY GAVE ME THE ABILITY TO SHAPESHIFT INTO A WEREWOLF. AJSDFKJAS;LFJAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=werewolf-skyrim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/werewolf-skyrim.jpg" width="502" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've proabably wasted sufficient time blogging about Skyrim. I should stop doing time-wasting things. Stop it Cynthia, STOP IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7708746135346567839?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7708746135346567839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/high-5-william-i-like-skryim-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7708746135346567839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7708746135346567839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/high-5-william-i-like-skryim-too.html' title='High 5 William! I Like Skryim Too!!!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1019324041796496504</id><published>2012-01-27T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:05:19.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='table tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Cynthia the Miserable</title><content type='html'>I have lots of reasons to be miserable okay? So don't judge me. However, I will spare you the whole pity fest because everyone else is probably going through the same thing (with school coming up and stuff) and I don't want to risk the whole world imploding from the unbearable misery emanating from every single Year 12 in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fist pumps air* Let's blog about happy stuff then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=405559_373613902655267_159746560708670_1759943_661238848_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 354px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/405559_373613902655267_159746560708670_1759943_661238848_n.jpg" width="521" height="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hunger Games makes me happy. Especially this new still of Katniss and Peeta before they're set on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Anger-Games-476x300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Anger-Games-476x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does "The Anger Games" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Doctor-Who-Karen-Gillan-a-001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Doctor-Who-Karen-Gillan-a-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Doctor Who. Actually, this one is kind of bittersweet for me. Yes Doctor Who makes me happy but it also reminds me that I won't be indulging in TV shows/dramas this year. I'M SO SORRY MATT SMITH AND KAREN GILLAN, PLEASE BE PATIENT AND WAIT TILL I FINISH THIS LITTLE THING CALLED THE HSC. *cries endlessly*. I don't know why I'm tormenting myself like this. I even go on dramabeans.com, reading up on the Korean dramas that are airing (The Moon That Embraces The Sun) and coming up (Shut Up: Flower Boy Band)even though I won't be watching any of them. Stop it Cynthia! Rubber band snap! I must be masochistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Running_Man_With_SNSD_Part_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Running_Man_With_SNSD_Part_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I never would have expected this but Running Man also makes me happy. I never watch variety shows. Hell, I don't even watch them weekly music shows or whatever you call 'em. But a few weeks ago, my sister sat down and watched that episode of Running Man with SNSD in it and since I had nothing better to do, I thought why not? It was so unbelievebly funny. I laughed so much, I thought my sides were going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nadal2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/nadal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;strike&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;/strike&gt; tennis definitely makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Australian Open is such a stressful activity. But there's also something comforting and reassuring about it. I think because its always on during the summer holidays (and for me, the summer holidays are the best part of the year), my brain naturally equates the Australian Open with happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the things that make me happy.... along with a bijillion others which I cannot be bothered naming. Life will always be a constant source of stress. For us, the biggest hurdle is probably the HSC. But what happens after we've completed it? We've got to go to uni and study our asses off to get a degree. And after that? Well, you've got to find a job, otherwise the degree becomes useless. If you're lucky enough to get a job, you're going to have to work your way up and that would probably take years. Then comes mortgages, relationships and *shivers* ... kids. It's not going to stop. So you should probably appreciate every day as it comes and try to stop stressing and just enjoy life (or at least the last 2 days of the holidays).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1019324041796496504?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1019324041796496504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/cynthia-miserable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1019324041796496504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1019324041796496504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/cynthia-miserable.html' title='Cynthia the Miserable'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4792000180181126861</id><published>2012-01-25T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:10:04.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolz'/><title type='text'>Lemefao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-II1GxL-n8QU/Tx_Ua3Z9CTI/AAAAAAAABas/stgeUnN5pfM/s1600/zomg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701509211288832306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-II1GxL-n8QU/Tx_Ua3Z9CTI/AAAAAAAABas/stgeUnN5pfM/s400/zomg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original source: Some random youtube video I came across (http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&amp;amp;feature=fvwp&amp;amp;v=HIebIwyzfaA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4792000180181126861?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4792000180181126861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/lemefao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4792000180181126861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4792000180181126861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/lemefao.html' title='Lemefao'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-II1GxL-n8QU/Tx_Ua3Z9CTI/AAAAAAAABas/stgeUnN5pfM/s72-c/zomg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8191412540324698885</id><published>2012-01-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T05:04:05.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Woman on the Loose</title><content type='html'>Date: Tuesday 24th January 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time: 11:47 pm (EST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Location of Incident: Cynthia's Living Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suspect Description: Middle-aged woman of Asiatic origin. Can be identified by her owlish glasses and flushed face. Responds to the name "Anh". SUSPECT IS HIGHLY VOLATILE SO ATTEMPTS TO APPROACH HER SHOULD BE AVOIDED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recount of Events: Due to an incident involving Cynthia's unwillingness to answer a question in Chinese, suspect decided to go apeshit crazy and take out her anger in unreasonable and violent ways. Such as slamming the lid of the laptop on Cynthia's fingers and then throwing the expensive console across the room. And then hurling the victim's most prized City Hunter Blu-ray set into a wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Witnesses: A middle aged man of Asiatic origin who decided to further antagonize the victim in order to divert suspect's attention away from himself. Also a young teenager who was mildly annoyed at having the tennis match on TV interrupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actions taken: Victim would like to file a statement of domestic violence and requests that the maniac in her house please be restrained until further action can be taken. She would also like a replacement of the City Hunter Blu-ray Set as it was apparently rather hard to come by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8191412540324698885?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8191412540324698885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-woman-on-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8191412540324698885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8191412540324698885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-woman-on-loose.html' title='Crazy Woman on the Loose'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-400486357573707004</id><published>2012-01-22T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:39:23.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Le Sigh</title><content type='html'>Again, yes I am still alive and no I have not done anything productive since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most terrible thing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of Paranormal Romance Series'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, technically I haven't "run out" because there are about a bijillion ones out there but after reading the latest Kresley Cole book, Lothaire, every paranormal series henceforth has been ruined for me. RUINED I SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 282px; height: 424px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeVOukGttM/Tqw5RpzKKGI/AAAAAAAAFM8/tpO8zmsLxhE/s1600/Kresley-Cole-Lothaire.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I love my trashy novels. Strange. If you'd asked me what type of books I liked early last year, I wouldn't have said paranormal romances as my first choice. I think doing English Extension and just Year 11 English in general, has awoken a deeper craving of easily consumable novels within me. NO I don't want to read any more deep meaningful shit *cough-never-let-me-go-cough" and NO I certainly do not want to read boring old classic literature *cough-castle-of-otranto*. I want something that doesn't strain my brain cells and basically books that will allow me to forget about the real world for a while. &lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've only read the Immortals After Dark series, the Night Huntress series and J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series. I tried to read the first book of Gena Showalter's Lords of the Underworld series but was repulsed by the horrid writing and plot. Just because something is classified as "romance" does not mean it can be written horribly. Maybe I'm judging too quickly though (I only read the first 1 or 2 books). Everyone else seems to put it up there with Kresley Cole and JR Ward so maybe I should give it another try. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what am I talking about anymore? Nowadays I get so easily distracted when I blog. Perhaps because it's the holidays and I feel like I should be doing something else with my time.... like Skyrim-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or watching tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Running Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or reading escapist fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or having "drinking games" with my neighbours until I'm squirming from the urge to pee. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-400486357573707004?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/400486357573707004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/400486357573707004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/400486357573707004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-sigh.html' title='Le Sigh'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeVOukGttM/Tqw5RpzKKGI/AAAAAAAAFM8/tpO8zmsLxhE/s72-c/Kresley-Cole-Lothaire.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1159230742520523334</id><published>2012-01-14T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:25:11.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my holidays go?</title><content type='html'>No really, where did they go? Six weeks is supposed to be a long time. Instead, they're going by so fast that I can't even feel them disappear. The first two weeks were alright. They went by at a normal pace (probably because I was so used to the constant rushing of school). And then for the past two weeks, they just zoomed past. Poof! Gone. Just like Hugh Jackman in &lt;em&gt;The Prestige &lt;/em&gt;when he does that disappearing trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have just sent Mr M an email on studywiz about English Extension 2 in which I sounded like a deranged, wild-eyed psychopath having a mental breakdown. Just kidding. I did send him an email though about the major work although I doubt he'll reply since he told us he doesn't use studywiz. (I really shouldn't hate EX2 that much. I get the feeling that all this negative blogging about it is adding to my endless frustration). Positive thinking all the way!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh I need a distraction. Hey Tian, let's go watch Sherlock Holmes..... someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1159230742520523334?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1159230742520523334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-did-my-holidays-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1159230742520523334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1159230742520523334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-did-my-holidays-go.html' title='Where did my holidays go?'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5978032779777294057</id><published>2012-01-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:12:37.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EX2'/><title type='text'>Cynthia, meet EX2</title><content type='html'>Cynthia meet English Extension 2. English Extension 2, meet Cynthia. Cynthia, just so you know, EX2 is going to be the bane of your existence for the next 10 months. He is going to give you numerous restless nights as well as an almost suicidal outlook by November. You guys have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=myfirstweapontestbl6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/myfirstweapontestbl6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I went to the beach yesterday and after showering, my hair still smells like seaweed. Strange. That has never happened before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5978032779777294057?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5978032779777294057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/cynthia-meet-ex2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5978032779777294057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5978032779777294057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/cynthia-meet-ex2.html' title='Cynthia, meet EX2'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6641166511598165744</id><published>2012-01-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:07:45.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys over flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee min ho'/><title type='text'>Just another post about LMH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am dying all over again while watching Boys Over Flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot how much the drama could make me &lt;em&gt;feel - &lt;/em&gt;and this coming from the girl with the emotional range of a teaspoon. When I first started watching BBF again (last week), I laughed throughout the first few episodes or so. Seriously, the plot makes about as much sense as Inception. I also had the urge to reach into the TV screen and smack Geum Jan Di about fifty billion times. I'm not saying its not enjoyable, it's just that the faults are sometimes so glaringly obvious for this drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I get up to the Macau part of the storyline and oh god, I die again. It is so easy to see how Lee Min Ho was able to become famous in Asia, literally overnight, because of this drama. I swear, this guy can ACT. That moment on the bridge in Macau and that moment where he's yelling at "that crazy witch" were stand outs of the episode. How does he do that? How is he able to convey so much emotion for a supposedly "rookie" actor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695633089893363650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9siq2y2VhhE/Twr0HlYN78I/AAAAAAAABaE/a4v6JfxHRkY/s400/junpyo1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695633106841148290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQcXVa9r_tQ/Twr0Ikg4m4I/AAAAAAAABac/9rlYCRzUycw/s400/junpyo3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695633096522389378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hh7FXdBQlw8/Twr0H-Es14I/AAAAAAAABaQ/YGSXTAcJsbc/s400/junpyo2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6641166511598165744?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6641166511598165744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-post-about-lmh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6641166511598165744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6641166511598165744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-post-about-lmh.html' title='Just another post about LMH'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9siq2y2VhhE/Twr0HlYN78I/AAAAAAAABaE/a4v6JfxHRkY/s72-c/junpyo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5993391661254536551</id><published>2012-01-08T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:11:58.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Yeah, just in case you thought I'd fallen into a coma from too much Skyrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to? Um, yesterday I went to my first Mexican themed party - it was my cousin and his girlfriend's birthday party and they went all out. There are pictures over at Nancy's blog so I can't be bothered elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped. A lot. And bought lots of useless junk from DAISO which I will most likely never use (such as a plastic thingy-ma-bob which moulds boiled eggs). Seriously, what will I use that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewatching Boys Over Flowers and laughing over how illogical the whole thing is. So many cliches in that drama and so many faults. But I still love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I was going to write more but the TV is distracting me. Annyeong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5993391661254536551?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5993391661254536551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5993391661254536551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5993391661254536551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4670051740371020893</id><published>2012-01-03T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:50:53.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee min ho'/><title type='text'>Why Hello There, Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt7nBYwA_rs/TwOF7cZqo2I/AAAAAAAABZ0/2bo0J43qSPE/s1600/LeeMinHo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693541610209059682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt7nBYwA_rs/TwOF7cZqo2I/AAAAAAAABZ0/2bo0J43qSPE/s400/LeeMinHo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7xepBHKvAw/TwOF60luxkI/AAAAAAAABZs/bxaVCRffWbg/s1600/LeeMinHo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693541599522244162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7xepBHKvAw/TwOF60luxkI/AAAAAAAABZs/bxaVCRffWbg/s400/LeeMinHo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ABmlZ6Ub10/TwOF6pCIIuI/AAAAAAAABZg/pFh_Q9w-u7I/s1600/LeeMinHo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693541596420121314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ABmlZ6Ub10/TwOF6pCIIuI/AAAAAAAABZg/pFh_Q9w-u7I/s400/LeeMinHo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As seen on www.dramabeans.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I have something productive to do.... I just can't really remember what it is right this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4670051740371020893?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4670051740371020893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-hello-there-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4670051740371020893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4670051740371020893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-hello-there-sexy.html' title='Why Hello There, Sexy'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt7nBYwA_rs/TwOF7cZqo2I/AAAAAAAABZ0/2bo0J43qSPE/s72-c/LeeMinHo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-453783020933731841</id><published>2012-01-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:06:23.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Stuff you Extension 2 English Project. STUFF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! /end rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-453783020933731841?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/453783020933731841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/453783020933731841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/453783020933731841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6833735396505958828</id><published>2011-12-29T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:52:41.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys over flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hana kimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girlfriend is gumiho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city hunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunkyunkwan scandal'/><title type='text'>Cynthia's Top 9 Asian Dramas of All Time</title><content type='html'>If you saw the above title and immediately decided that you would rather jump off the Sydney Harbour Bridge than read this post, then I will not stop you. I totally understand. After all, I've got friends who, at the slightest mention of the word "Japanese" or "Korean", would take off and sprint in the opposite directon in case you infected them with your asian-ness. I absolutely would not begrudge you this. Personally, I watch anything and everything, be it Doctor Who, Bollywood films, Hollywood films, American dramas, anime, British soaps or the odd Australian indie film. I'm aware that not everyone else does this so I won't attempt to force feed you something you don't want. Anyway, enough explaining, ONWARDS WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to do this for such a long time now. Sometimes I feel like its a waste that after spending 16-20 odd hours watching a fantastic series, I just file it away in the dusty old corners of my mind, never to revisit it or gush about it to a friend. I've always had an innate fear or forgetting the stuff I watch. What if in 10 years time, I decide that I want to relive those moments where I've been transported to a different world but find that I've totally forgotten the names of my most loved dramas? That would be horrible. So I'll file them here and perhaps in a few years time, I'll dig them out again and see what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w1HxuDjWmE8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Play for background music - I haven't figured out how to embed music properly yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Figuring out what order I should rank these dramas in was so hard. I've been watching them over a span of about 4-5 years now and dramas are so diverse in genre that trying to rank them by enjoyment value is actually really difficult. I guess I'll just have to make do trying to relive the level of excitement/anticipation that accompied each series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. DEVIL BESIDE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=devilbesideyou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 320px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/devilbesideyou.jpg" width="449" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the good ol' Taiwanese dramas. Before I discovered the blindingly superior quality of that thing called the "Korean drama", I watched Taiwanese dramas. This one dates back to..... 2007? 2008? I'm not really quite sure but man, it was such a long time ago. I reckon if I tried to watch a Taiwanese drama today, I wouldn't even get through the first 5 minutes. Once you go Korean, there's not going back. Plus, being Chinese, I just hate hearing the language. Anyway, basically, the plot is something along the lines of "gangster bad boy meets hardworking good girl". Cliched, I know but this drama featured one of the best pairings/on-screen chemistry that I have ever seen in an Asian drama, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=devilbesideyou2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/devilbesideyou2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Mike He was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. PERSONAL TASTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pt-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/pt-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Min Ho. Pretending to be gay. In order to live in the same house with some woman. What's not to like? Okay, I know this drama flew under just about everybody's radar when it aired but I really, really enjoyed it. I loved all those little comedic moments, the chainsaw humour and the whole "I thought you were gay but you're actually not and dammit why didn't you tell me, I've been walking around the whole house with only my towel wrapped around myself" moments. Maybe I enjoyed it so much because it aired about a year after that whole Boys Over Flowers fad and I was STILL suffering from Lee Min Ho withdrawal. I might've subconsciously dug my claws into it because of this. Who knows. *SPOILER ALERT*SPOILER ALERT*SPOILERALERT* - Oh and it was one of the few Korean dramas I've ever seen that actually had da sex in it, lol. Not that that adds to its value or anything, it was just great to see Koreans not being so... conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1759935509user_photo_anon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/1759935509user_photo_anon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. MY GIRLFRIEND IS A GUMIHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gumiho2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 273px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/gumiho2.jpg" width="488" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of a Gumiho? No? It's basically a creature from Korean/Japanese folklore - a fox with nine tails that appears mostly in the form of a woman. Oh and she feeds on men's organs. So after reading the title of this drama again, you see how having a gumiho as a girlfriend can be problematic? As a Hong sisters drama, this carries their trademark comedic flair and beautiful writing. I absolutely absolutely absolutely loved the main actress in this drama. If I was lesbian, I'm pretty sure I would've dated her, ha. The drama made great use of an old Korean legend and all those funny moments with the gumiho trying to fit into a 21st century world were priceless. *cough*the toilet bowl scene*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gumiho.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/gumiho.jpg" width="474" height="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. DREAM HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dreamhigh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/dreamhigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~DE-NUH DREAM HIGHHHHH DE NA NA NA NA.....oh right, intelligent input. This was basically the Korean version of Glee, but oh, so much better and much more satisfying. It follows a bunch of misfits as they get accepted into a prestigious Performing Arts School and struggle to find success in the fields the love. Obviously, all those issues necessary for a high school drama such as love, rivalry and betrayal are present but the overarching theme is one of competitiveness and of trying to establish yourself as a successful dancer/singer despite some significant problems (e.g. deafness in Sam Dong's case). I think one of its strongest points was casting real idols in the roles of the characters - there were so many great songs that came out of this drama. The best singer was obviously IU but the characters of Hye Mi and Sam Dong also deserve some honourable mentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DreamHigh1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 332px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/DreamHigh1.jpg" width="479" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. SUNGKYUNKWAN SCANDAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sungkyunkwan-Scandal1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 514px; HEIGHT: 378px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Sungkyunkwan-Scandal1.jpg" width="609" height="699" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction to this drama was "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww, historical looking stuff, yuck!" I have never ever watched an Asian historical drama before in my life (those cheesy Chinese ones my mum watches don't count). I really didn't think I would end up trying this but after hearing javabeans rave about it over at &lt;a href="http://www.dramabeans.com/"&gt;http://www.dramabeans.com/&lt;/a&gt;, I gave it a try. And it was one of the best decisions of my life. I have to clarify first, this isn't a hardcore historical one, it's actually what you'd call a "fusion sageuk", aka the rules get bent a bit and it becomes rather trendy. It takes place at a famous Korean university called Sungkyunkwan traditionally for males. Our heroine, due to some complicated circumstances ends up attending the school disguised as a male and hence, the fun and games begin. The plot then becomes convoluted with all these king assassination plottings, age old secrets, etc etc but it was enjoyable nonetheless. Oh and Sungkyunkwan also features like, the best bromance ever. Definitely my crack drama of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sungkyunkwan-Scandal-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 254px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Sungkyunkwan-Scandal-2.jpg" width="483" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. CITY HUNTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=City-Hunter-Drama-is-back-on-track_152755_profile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/City-Hunter-Drama-is-back-on-track_152755_profile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING LOVE THIS DRAMA SO MUCH AAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, if you haven't read any of my fangasms this year about City Hunter, then you were either taking a very very long vacation from blogspot or too busy trying to dig your way to China or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hunter11-00035a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 270px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hunter11-00035a.jpg" width="503" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. HANA KIMI (JAPANESE VERSION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hanakimi2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hanakimi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaww, if I had a heart, this drama would be occupying that soft spot right there. Again, this is another of my early ones, right when I was drifting obliviously through The Golden Age of Dramas back in either 2007 or 2008. Originally a manga, this one tells of a girl who disguises herself as a guy in order to attend a boy's school for some reason that I can't really recall right now. Yes, if you can't tell, I really love my crossdressing dramas. But out of all those, this one made the most out of the comedic potential of the scenario. There was the memorable, "Homo jenai" moment, the disastrous school festival, the tight-knit friendships and so much more. Oh, and Ikuta Toma as Nakatsu. And the gorgeous soundtrack. Gahhhh, so much love for this drama. I have so many feelings but I'm having trouble expressing them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hana-kimi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hana-kimi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=youre-beautiful.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/youre-beautiful.jpg" width="468" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good, I watched it twice. Definitely the best Hong Sisters one out there (in my opinion). The plot tells on a girl who disguises herself as a boy (yes, me and my crossdressing) in order to pose as her twin brother in the idol band, A.N.Jell. *SPOILER ALERT* Eventually the three other band members find out her real identity but all three do their best to protect her identity. It's just so sweet and beautiful and I grew so attached to the characters, to the extent that it was probably really unhealthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yourebeautiful2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 498px; HEIGHT: 279px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/yourebeautiful2.jpg" width="519" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. BOYS OVER FLOWERS (Korean Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=boysoverflowers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/boysoverflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god this drama... where do I start? If you'd taken all my favourite things in the world, mixed them together in a large mixing bowl, added 10 litres of chocolate and a generous amount of magic and rainbows, it would be nowhere as near as addicting as Boys Over Flowers. It literally created a ginormous Korean wave throughout the whole world, airing in countries such as the United States, Japan, Puerto Rico, Canada, Romania and many more. It was also the drama that shot Lee Min Ho to super stardom literally overnight. He was virtually unknown before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=boysoverflowers2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/boysoverflowers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama basically tells of poor girl Geum Jan Di who gets transferred to the richest school in Korea. A series of events causes her to become known to the school's 4 richest guys (known collectively as the F4) and then shit happens and ITS SO FUCKING ADDICTIVE. Looking back at this drama, there were quite a few issues (aka "Almost Paaaaaaaradiseeee"), but these were effectively overshadowed by the how mind-numbingly satisfying the whole thing was. If heroin was turned into a drama, I'm pretty sure it would be this one. I just.... I don't even know how to describe how it affected me. I lived my life in a daze, waiting for episodes to come out every week. If you haven't seen it yet, then I suggest you watch it right now during these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kkot2-112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 250px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/kkot2-112.jpg" width="526" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jan_di__jun_pyo_kiss-200906120106212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 311px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/jan_di__jun_pyo_kiss-200906120106212.jpg" width="481" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Kimi (Taiwanese Version) - aka my first asian drama ever&lt;br /&gt;Hana Yori Dango, Season 1 and 2 (Japanese Version of Boys Over Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;br /&gt;49 Days&lt;br /&gt;Playful Kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6833735396505958828?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6833735396505958828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/cynthias-top-9-asian-dramas-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6833735396505958828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6833735396505958828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/cynthias-top-9-asian-dramas-of-all-time.html' title='Cynthia&apos;s Top 9 Asian Dramas of All Time'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w1HxuDjWmE8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1812098256788733046</id><published>2011-12-28T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:12:53.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city hunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'>Hunting in the City for City Hunter</title><content type='html'>I feel so antsy right now because I don't have any video games to play LOL. What happened to Skyrim, you ask? Well my laptop happened. (Warning, nerdy computer jargon ahead). Basically , my puny little laptop doesn't meet the system requirements. This SUCKS because I've got the required 2GB (and more) of RAM, the dual core processor, Windows 7 and plenty of excess memory data. Unfortunately the only thing I'm missing is the video card with 512 MB of RAM. My one only goes up to 216 or something pathetic like that and that just has to be the most important component of the game's graphic quality. Pooface &amp;gt;:( I feel like time's running out for me. After these holidays, I'm never gonna be able to lose myself in a game like I've been doing when I was younger. Who hears about Year 12s gaming during their holidays? No one. They're too busy studying their ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer issues aside, I had quite a nice day yesterday. I went to a city with a whole group of old friends from primary school and we basically just walked around shopping, eating Thai, getting smashed by bumper cars at Galaxy World and getting ripped off by dodgy, japanese claw games. (Seriously people, don't ever play those claw games at the caps place near Capitol Theatre - they are so rigged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I shopped.&lt;br /&gt;And spent lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly on clothes and macarons.&lt;br /&gt;And now I am even more broke.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;And someone has to punch me in the face next time I'm about to spend lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I do? Oh right, I looked through 4 asian drama stores trying to find City Hunter. This failed miserably.... it was sold out in every single shop I went to. No kidding. I knew it was popular but certainly not to that extent. Seriously Sydney, you'd think you'd have at least one shop which hadn't sold out of City Hunter. What is this? Are you telling me that a bijillion old ahjummas and noonas have managed to clean out every single drama store in the city in search of THE BEST drama of 2011 and that there is nothing left for little ol' me? Oh wait, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, it was still a great day. I had a great time with some old friends, catching up and reflecting on those blissfully ignorant days of primary school. The next time I see them will probably be after the HSC.... I feel sad just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1812098256788733046?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1812098256788733046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/hunting-in-city-for-city-hunter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1812098256788733046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1812098256788733046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/hunting-in-city-for-city-hunter.html' title='Hunting in the City for City Hunter'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2614564177997457596</id><published>2011-12-27T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:17:16.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Nerdaholic</title><content type='html'>Today, I went shopping at Macarthur shopping centre. I came back with new clothes, new shoes and new..... Skyrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm not even going to say don't judge me because I know that you're doing that right now. That's basically all my Christmas money down the drain. Seriously, that game is not cheap but well, I'm living these holidays like they're the last holidays I'm ever going to have in my entire life. If that means blowing all my money on one game that will keep me occupied for the whole holidays than so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Let me just describe my experience of buying Skyrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my research as soon as I got to the shopping centre. I literally walked into every single game shop at that place- JBhifi, EB games, Gametrader, even good ol' Target. Bloody hell you should've seen me. I was like a freaking homing pigeon. Anyway, the cheapest store was actually EB Games so I backtracked there with my sister and then spent 15 minutes dawdling there deciding whether to buy it or not. Did I mention that that game is so bloody expensive? :( I eventually picked up the game and paid for it. I felt a tiny bit guilty but I guess that's always normal when you've just spent an insane amount of money on something. As I walked out of the shop, the security guard checked my bag and then he smiled and said, "Great choice." I have never felt so nerdy in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think I need more money in my life. Except for today, I rarely ever spend money on things I want. I don't usually go out buying games/movies/bags/clothes/whatnot for myself.... The money gets spent regardless of all this - usually its for friend's birthdays or something small like food during an outing or a train ticket. But it all adds up eventually and by the end of the year, I find that I'm as poor as Will Smith in &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness &lt;/em&gt;(most depressing movie of all time btw - don't watch it). I think I need a job.... except I'm the world's most laziest person and couldn't be bothered looking for one. Sigh. And tomorrow I'm blowing more cash as well since I'm going to the city with a few of my primary school friends and I have to, HAVE TO get City Hunter for my mum. LEE MIN HO, MY LOVE, WE SHALL BE REUNITED SOON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2614564177997457596?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2614564177997457596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/confessions-of-nerdaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2614564177997457596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2614564177997457596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/confessions-of-nerdaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Nerdaholic'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-9117308875394457372</id><published>2011-12-25T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:44:30.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Title speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DOCTOR WHO CHRISTMAS SPECIAL 2011 AIRS TONIGHT ON ONE OF THE ABC CHANNELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annie, I want to watch Skip Beat too! But I'll have to wait until nearly the whole series is out, otherwise I will die of impatience waiting for a few episodes every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to play Skyrim. All the reviews say its a good game and plus, it comes from the Elder Scrolls series. I actually have the one before Skyrim, called Oblivion. God knows how many times I started that game. Every single time I get up to a certain point and then I either lose interest or suck so much that it's impossible to continue playing. BUT IF I PLAY SKYRIM, THAT WOULD BE REDEEMING MYSELF... in a way. And also, I should use these holidays to play as many games as possible because after this, I would have to put a whole year of gaming on hold :( Oh and somebody mentioned that it had dragons. I like dragons. Haha, I sound so geeky - somebody stop me falling any further into the void of nerd-dom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juliana, your sister and I should cook together sometime. We seem to have the same cooking style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum's nearly finished watching You're Beautiful. This means that we can start City Hunter soon. YAYYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAY!! LEE MIN HO, I'M COMING FOR YOU! This will be like the third time I've watched it because I remember spending a significant number of hours at Nancy's house marathoning a few episodes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I baked a cake with Tian, Nancy and my sister yesterday. It was a green and red velvet cake and it tasted yummy, despite that fact that it looked like Frankenstein's rejected half-brother in cake form. I guess it just shows - you shouldn't judge a cake by its cover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Could someone please answer this question for me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do SNSD mean when they sing that line, "Bring the boys out". I don't get it. Bring the boys out from where? *mind wanders into the gutter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-9117308875394457372?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/9117308875394457372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9117308875394457372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9117308875394457372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-random-thoughts.html' title='My Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7903983245132873766</id><published>2011-12-24T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:35:22.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lfsmods.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/merry-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lfsmods.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/merry-christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was totally stolen off Google Images by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7903983245132873766?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7903983245132873766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7903983245132873766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7903983245132873766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5868686745735904920</id><published>2011-12-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:56:42.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dreamt about being best friends to someone you know? In your dream you feel so close and so connected. You know that you can tell them everything and in turn, they will lean on you when they need you most. It's a friendship that everyone else envies and one that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. Have you ever woken up from that dream feeling blissfully happy.... and then realised that it was just that, a dream. You then realize that in real life, there is no reason for you to be talking to that person and similarly they wouldn't bother sparing you a second glance because you have absolutely nothing in common with them. Yeah, I just had that dream and now I feel like a big chunk has been ripped out of my life. DREAM, Y U NO LYK ME?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5868686745735904920?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5868686745735904920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5868686745735904920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5868686745735904920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8705590262567918251</id><published>2011-12-23T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:56:53.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift Contributes to The Hunger Games Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>When I first heard this news I was like, what the freak - Taylor Swift? The Hunger Games? Those things are specifically engineered to repel one another. But then I thought about it and it started to make more sense because Taylor Swift has a distinctly country style and that could obviously represent the rural-ness of Katniss and Peeta's former life. Okay, I'll shut up now. Just listen to the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VRVEG5pdO0A" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it..... *clicks replay button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a few hours after the news was announced at www.mockingjay.net, the song got to number 1 on the iTunes charts. Hooray for the obsessive fandom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8705590262567918251?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8705590262567918251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/taylor-swift-contributes-to-hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8705590262567918251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8705590262567918251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/taylor-swift-contributes-to-hunger.html' title='Taylor Swift Contributes to The Hunger Games Soundtrack'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VRVEG5pdO0A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1452678176152031648</id><published>2011-12-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:42:41.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>So Unproductive</title><content type='html'>Man, watching other people blog about studying/homework makes me feel so unproductive. Cause while you guys are doing maths or physics homework of whatnot, I'm just sitting here rewatching old dramas, reading my trashy novels, playing Zelda on Wii and having disco parties in the middle of the townhouse. I should study but I really cannot be bothered.... and I don't even know what to study. My subjects aren't studyable lol. Aisssh, okay I should find something productive to do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1452678176152031648?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1452678176152031648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-unproductive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1452678176152031648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1452678176152031648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-unproductive.html' title='So Unproductive'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5122089420692897136</id><published>2011-12-20T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:29:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I have a choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;True Blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Downton Abbey Season 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or trying to pick up where I left off with Vampire Diaries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which one should I lose myself in over the holidays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5122089420692897136?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5122089420692897136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5122089420692897136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5122089420692897136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1939413636602657718</id><published>2011-12-20T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:08:13.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest</title><content type='html'>So as I said before, I finished the Millenium trilogy. No wait. Technically that isn't correct because I cheated during the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blockbusterexpress.com/boxart/D1101055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 419px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.blockbusterexpress.com/boxart/D1101055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel qualified to write a review about this book because I actually didn't read it properly. So I won't (write a review that is). Instead I'll just talk about my stuffed up approach to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ages ago. Aaaaaaages ago. I don't remember much besides the fact that it started off quite slow and I literally had to force myself to continue reading it. Fortunately it got better and by the end of the book I'd really enjoyed the story. I then read the second one shortly after and spent nearly the whole book feeling frustrated that Blomkvist and Lisbeth never really met face to face (until the last part). It was still a good book though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think about a year passed and I picked up The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. So basically I'd left too big a gap between the books to pick up where I left off. I tried reading the first few chapters but seriously, all that legal mumbo jumbo and media confusion just turned me off. I wanted to scream at the book and go "SHE'S BLOODY INNOCENT YOU FREAKIN' LOSERS" but that wouldn't have achieved anything... So instead, I skim read the whole thing in two hours, picking out the bits that seemed most interesting. Actually, I just wanted to read the parts from Lisbeth's point of view because to me, she is the character that makes the series. Without such an interesting protagonist, the books wouldn't be as popular. That, I am pretty sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't read books or watch TV series after I've taken a break from them. Otherwise I lose the flow of the story and just can't throw myself back in. That's why I consume stuff in huge doses... like marathoning Doctor Who episodes, compulsively watching my k-dramas and reading whole series of books at a time. Ah well, I still got the gist of the story though. Basically Lisbeth Salander gets mistaken as a murderer for almost the whole book, gets sent to a mental asylum and with the help of Blomkvist and his sister, is acquitted of all the offences. Oh and Niedermann is her half brother or something. And then at the end, Lisbeth and Blomkvist finally get to see each other again.... after like, 700 pages. Thank god I didn't read it properly, I would've been so frustrated, thinking that I get to see those two reunite after everything they've been through only having that happen at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a good series though. Maybe I'll try reading it properly another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1939413636602657718?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1939413636602657718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-who-kicked-hornets-nest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1939413636602657718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1939413636602657718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-who-kicked-hornets-nest.html' title='The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-9108578555412535737</id><published>2011-12-20T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:04:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like watching Tae Kyung get chased by pigs :)</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog about finishing the Millenium trilogy but I figured I had better stuff to do.... like rewatch You're Beautiful. So I'm going to go do that now. Huh, isn't this a very pointless post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jessica, I feel your pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-9108578555412535737?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/9108578555412535737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-watching-tae-kyung-get-chased-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9108578555412535737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9108578555412535737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-watching-tae-kyung-get-chased-by.html' title='I like watching Tae Kyung get chased by pigs :)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4583877790297200685</id><published>2011-12-19T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:59:52.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Oh and Before I Forget</title><content type='html'>Another poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PdlX_VHxm8/TvAVs7yo2AI/AAAAAAAABZU/X8Ip6if06OM/s1600/Poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688070191077447682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PdlX_VHxm8/TvAVs7yo2AI/AAAAAAAABZU/X8Ip6if06OM/s400/Poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, Lionsgate and China Glaze are releasing official nail polish products modeled after the flamboyant fashions of the Capitol. Um yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccOiNSgEhFU/TvAVsqUbYPI/AAAAAAAABZI/WqgIHTImZPs/s1600/Colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688070186387333362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccOiNSgEhFU/TvAVsqUbYPI/AAAAAAAABZI/WqgIHTImZPs/s400/Colours.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4583877790297200685?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4583877790297200685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-and-before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4583877790297200685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4583877790297200685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-and-before-i-forget.html' title='Oh and Before I Forget'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PdlX_VHxm8/TvAVs7yo2AI/AAAAAAAABZU/X8Ip6if06OM/s72-c/Poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2497954158813038812</id><published>2011-12-19T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:46:06.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Ze Holidays</title><content type='html'>After this post, I will &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; not to blog about school or homework for the rest of the holidays. Because seriously, why would you want to hear about those things during your 6 week break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much homework these holidays.... and it's quite a strange feeling. Last year, I remember stressing over all my modern and history extension stuff whilst everyone else was out in the world enjoying life and now the role has been reversed. Let's see, what do I have to do? I've got to do that 800 word thing for english extension, I have to read that booklet on As You Like It, read Wuthering Heights (ew) and find related texts for both extension and advanced. It's not that bad. The big hurdle will probably be getting a move on with the Extension 2 project but that's okay, I've got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep myself occupied though, otherwise I'll fall into another pit of anxiety. I've got my Sims, my books and... well that's about it. Doctor Who is starting again but that's hardly going to be a significant time filler. I should exercise but I don't know what type of exercise to do. Bike riding? Meh, maybe when Nancy gets her bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should stop griping. I would choose being bored over going to school any day. HOLIDAYS, COME AT ME BRO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2497954158813038812?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2497954158813038812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/ze-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2497954158813038812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2497954158813038812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/ze-holidays.html' title='Ze Holidays'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5745368158517407687</id><published>2011-12-19T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T04:49:22.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Falling in Love Again</title><content type='html'>Just spent 5 hours straight rewatching You're Beautiful with my sister and mum (they've never seen it before). It brings back so many great memories. I kept fidgeting around on the couch waiting for them to get up to a particular point and then laughing twice as much as the first time I watched it. I'm never usually one for rewatching dramas - once you've seen it, there's no point in seeing it again right? But You're Beautiful is an exception I guess. It's so hilarious and well written and just ungggh - the only way to describe it is to say its like a huge ball of happiness and radiance wrapped up in layers of cotton candy and sparkles and then drizzled with warm, melty chocolate. They don't make 'em like this anymore. No really they don't. The only stand out drama for me this year was City Hunter. I remember when I went through my crazy drama phase.... Boys Before Flowers, You're Beautiful, Sungkwankan Scandal.... I really miss those days. Anyway, just some pics to bring back the memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVkA-lYPZ0/Tu8yZjgfPNI/AAAAAAAABY4/4tGwC3ckBHY/s1600/yourbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820269001850066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVkA-lYPZ0/Tu8yZjgfPNI/AAAAAAAABY4/4tGwC3ckBHY/s400/yourbeautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5k_V_si4HY0/Tu8yY-M9flI/AAAAAAAABYw/bH43oj8x8Hw/s1600/yourbeautiful1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820258987834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5k_V_si4HY0/Tu8yY-M9flI/AAAAAAAABYw/bH43oj8x8Hw/s400/yourbeautiful1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwryA2I-FDs/Tu8yXm1OA0I/AAAAAAAABYk/5XHhmyeTaDA/s1600/yourbeautiful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820235534369602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwryA2I-FDs/Tu8yXm1OA0I/AAAAAAAABYk/5XHhmyeTaDA/s400/yourbeautiful2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6BmUIHRnsc/Tu8yXhCi6CI/AAAAAAAABYU/lblSkbvsCbQ/s1600/yourbeautiful3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820233979652130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6BmUIHRnsc/Tu8yXhCi6CI/AAAAAAAABYU/lblSkbvsCbQ/s400/yourbeautiful3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7-QwydkAZw/Tu8yXa9tzrI/AAAAAAAABYM/zr4a2c4kd8E/s1600/yourbeautiful4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687820232348782258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7-QwydkAZw/Tu8yXa9tzrI/AAAAAAAABYM/zr4a2c4kd8E/s400/yourbeautiful4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5745368158517407687?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5745368158517407687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/falling-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5745368158517407687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5745368158517407687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/falling-in-love-again.html' title='Falling in Love Again'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVkA-lYPZ0/Tu8yZjgfPNI/AAAAAAAABY4/4tGwC3ckBHY/s72-c/yourbeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2192432604501254724</id><published>2011-12-15T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:26:00.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Finally, We're Here</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited for today. At around 2:30pm, all six of us plus my two older cousins are going to be visiting our primary school teacher who's finally retiring after like, decades of teaching. We're going to bring her flowers and chocolates and cards and everything is going to be all rainbows and happiness and unicorns. And also it's the start of the holidays and that makes me happy. I'M SO HAPPY GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I don't spend enough time being happy. I am a very anxious person. If I don't have something to stress about, I will eventually find something. It's like I purposely seek out stress and anxiety. E.g. after I finished the Year 12 hsc exams, I started stressing about the other upcoming tests despite telling myself that I should just enjoy the lull. (That reminds me, I got my name in the paper in the HSC merit list....along with a bijillion other people) And I tell myself that I'm going to enjoy the holidays but I betcha after about a week, I'm going to start feeling fidgety and restless over not having started any of my holiday homework. Aissh I need a life :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I dont' know why I'm wasting time blogging when I could be playing Sims or doing something equally unproductive. Cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2192432604501254724?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2192432604501254724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2192432604501254724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2192432604501254724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-were-here.html' title='Finally, We&apos;re Here'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6358096108598345270</id><published>2011-12-14T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:17:09.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Hear Jerusalem Bells Are Ringing</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;u&gt;contemplating&lt;/u&gt; uploading the violin videos from Presentation Day on this blog. Contemplating. I doubt that will happen though because everytime I look at them, I cringe. Especially Bilge Rat Blues. That one was so craptastic. Oh and the Viva La Vida one makes me laugh because you can clearly see the Year 7s fidgeting at the back. And in every single performance, my face is screwed up in concentration like this: &amp;gt;&amp;lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they could've been worse. Plus I doubt anyone really cares or pays attention to us anyway. 90% of the whole assembly is spent going, "Geeeeeez, are we done yet??" and talking to the person next to you. And plus, I had a good workout, running from one end of the hall to the other. You should've seen me man, I was so ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the SRC, captains and vice captains today. You guys did a great job. Oh and William, my mum said that you were her favourite presenter LOL. Just wanted to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6358096108598345270?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6358096108598345270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hear-jerusalem-bells-are-ringing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6358096108598345270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6358096108598345270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hear-jerusalem-bells-are-ringing.html' title='I Hear Jerusalem Bells Are Ringing'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4929198456592567240</id><published>2011-12-13T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:55:38.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Kim Yuna :)</title><content type='html'>My favourite athlete: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o3qaPtr5Re0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting how satisfying it is to youtube past performances of Kim Yuna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT, why didn't my parent's send me to ice-skating lessons instead of swimming lessons. WHY?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4929198456592567240?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4929198456592567240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-you-kim-yuna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4929198456592567240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4929198456592567240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-you-kim-yuna.html' title='I love you Kim Yuna :)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o3qaPtr5Re0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2463930997019961645</id><published>2011-12-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:58:40.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hsc'/><title type='text'>Cynthia's Plan for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up early (at about 6:30)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check phone for HSC results***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow about half an hour for a) celebration or b) moment of sadness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to get into the shower before sister hogs the bathroom and a) sing in shower or b) sob relentlessly in shower over another potential year of modern history/history extension.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat breakfast and get into car. (NTS: DO NOT FORGET VIOLIN!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up at school and a) act hyper and happy around friends or b) mope in the corner while they act hyper and happy around me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go rollcall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to hall and sit in a hard, uncomfortable seat for 2 hours. Perhaps read a little bit more of "The Bronze Horseman".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have violin rehearsal with Ms M and Year 7s. Force the closest Year 7 to sing by threatening to play violin close to their ear... very close to their ear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have lunch with friends and a) act hyper and happy around them or b) go mope in my sad little corner and mourn the loss of 2 years of wasted effort or c) spend the whole 40 minutes fending off mosquitos with my trusty Aeroguard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to hall and sit in a hard, uncomfortable plastic chair for another 2 and a half hours. Stand up occasionally to "make music".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home and a) kick back and relax or b) spend the whole night in my room crying. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***This step may actually be modified depending on my mood. I may decide that it would be better to check the results AFTER school. It may save me a lot of doom and gloom during the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again, even though people say curiosity killed the cat, I am still a very determined, impatient cat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2463930997019961645?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2463930997019961645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/cynthias-plan-for-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2463930997019961645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2463930997019961645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/cynthias-plan-for-tomorrow.html' title='Cynthia&apos;s Plan for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5825718411291123054</id><published>2011-12-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:23:08.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>I dreamt...</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant.... and it was the most horrifying moment of my life. I haven't gotten a nightmare in ages - AGES. Like I literally think it's been years since I've had a nightmare. But this one totally made up for it, because for a second there, I really believed it. I believed that for some strange reason I'd gotten pregnant LOL. I had to tell my parents and then I had to tell the school. And then it sunk in that I would have to put school on hold even though I was so close to doing my HSC. My future was ruined. I would have to take care of a baby for the rest of my life - a baby that I absolutely did not want and did not care for at all. My five and a half years of school would be flushed down the drain, I had no money and it was very likely that without any qualifications, I would have no job either. It was so messed up. And when I woke up and realised that it was just a dream, it was just the most extreme feeling of relief ever. Words cannot describe how grateful I was. STUPID DREAM BABY, Y U RUIN MY LIFE FOR?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go. Just a spot of extreme randomness that I had to get off my chest. I would take being Princess Speck over being pregnant any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5825718411291123054?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5825718411291123054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dreamt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5825718411291123054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5825718411291123054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dreamt.html' title='I dreamt...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8192699998911957782</id><published>2011-12-10T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:06:18.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressing'/><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Twenty minutes till tutor and I've kind of lost all motivation to do anything. I don't feel like Simming, I don't have any more drama to watch, there's nothing on TV, books have temporarily lost all their appeal to me and Othilia's at tutor so I can't ring her to have my nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of Week 9/Term 4. I should be happy right now. But I'm not. Why is this? I was happy a few weeks ago, when there was still a month to go before the holidays but now that there's less then 4 days left, why do I feel so depressed? Bummer. If I'm like this at the end of the year, I would hate to see myself at the beginning of 2012 when I know there's a whole year of non-stop hard work in front of me. Cynthia! Get your act together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my modern and history extension results are coming out in 3 days. I told myself that there's nothing to be scared of. What's done is done, right? But I think it's finally sinking in that if the results aren't that good, I would have to do the course again. That's a really really depressing thought to me. And after the sad sad results of the 3u maths test this week, I don't think I can take any more bad news. I think that's always been my deepest fear - doing so bad at something that the chance of digging yourself back out is slim to none. It makes me feel hopeless. And then that hopelessness translates into me not seeing the point in working hard anymore. Because what's the point if all your hard work doesn't manage to pay off anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh, this is so depressing. A test has never affected me in such a bad way before. This is such a horrible feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8192699998911957782?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8192699998911957782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8192699998911957782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8192699998911957782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4850738485159049114</id><published>2011-12-10T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:49:14.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*headwall*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa9Ugnhqpho/TuP8cpZvNGI/AAAAAAAABYA/D8muX0WuKF4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684664723752039522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa9Ugnhqpho/TuP8cpZvNGI/AAAAAAAABYA/D8muX0WuKF4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nervous wreck right now. If Jimmy asks how I went in the test, I am going to have nervous breakdown number 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4850738485159049114?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4850738485159049114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/headwall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4850738485159049114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4850738485159049114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/headwall.html' title='*headwall*'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa9Ugnhqpho/TuP8cpZvNGI/AAAAAAAABYA/D8muX0WuKF4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2936704504142642356</id><published>2011-12-07T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:25:35.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverland</title><content type='html'>Just a music sample from James Newton Howard - the guy who'll be doing The Hunger Games soundtrack. This one is from the real live movie version of Peter Pan, starring the adorable Jeremy Sumpter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xbg6g8xlbjo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2936704504142642356?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2936704504142642356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/neverland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2936704504142642356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2936704504142642356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/neverland.html' title='Neverland'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xbg6g8xlbjo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1641912770686374542</id><published>2011-12-07T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:34:43.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><title type='text'>Shit Happens</title><content type='html'>Today's math test results made me feel like shit. Shit that had been left on the side of the road to fester and attract flies. Big ol' smelly, craptastic shit. It is by far the worst I've done in a maths test ever. And the worst part is, every single one of those marks I lost (except for the long surd question in the last section) came from a silly mistake or temporary brain fart. Yeah I feel shit. And I feel even more shit because of how shit I feel over this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for me, I have now joined the "People Who Have Cried Because Of A Stupid Maths Test" club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1641912770686374542?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1641912770686374542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1641912770686374542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1641912770686374542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-554270100865247761</id><published>2011-12-06T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:04:47.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff of Non-Importance</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danny Elfman has pulled out of scoring the soundtrack to The Hunger Games due to scheduling conflicts. Instead, James Newton Howard is (composer to films like Peter Pan, Batman Begins and Dinosaur) is taking over. I'm not too crushed actually. I loved loved LOVED the Peter Pan score. Read more here: &lt;a href="http://mockingjay.net/2011/12/05/hunger-games-movie-score-danny-elfman-replaced-by-james-newton-howard/#more-7999"&gt;http://mockingjay.net/2011/12/05/hunger-games-movie-score-danny-elfman-replaced-by-james-newton-howard/#more-7999&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an irrational fear of running out of good romance books. I've been looking at lists on goodreads.com and it seems like I've read a lot of the books that they recommend. Does this mean that once I finish all of those, I'm going to have to go read the crappier ones??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel another K-drama addiction coming on. This time its Flower Boy Ramyun Shop. Lame title I know. I've watched a few episodes and already I feel that buzz kicking in - that feeling of the drama slowly sinking its claws into my brain and refusing to let go. (This has totally nothing to do with the fact that the drama is chock full of eye-candy.... nothing at all.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683262917029164818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJt5DyohTqU/Tt8BgwasdxI/AAAAAAAABX0/41KFxHXlZJE/s400/LeeKiWoo.jpg" /&gt;Rawr! Looks like somebody just got back from army duty... Excuse me while I try to retrieve my mind from the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M SO EXCITED FOR PRESENTATION DAY GUYS. I usually hate playing the violin at those things (mainly because we don't get a choice) but this time, we're "collaborating" with the lil' year 7s on their big performance. Ngaw, this will be so fun. Hopefully they will sing. If not, we can still enjoy that little moment where Ms M waves her arm and all 200 of them stand up in sync. Gets me every time, that moment. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream High 2 has finalized its cast. I'm still cut up over how they didn't use any of the original actors/actresses but I guess there was no other choice. Anyway, the current round up includes idols from SISTAR, 2AM and T-ara. Don't ask me who they are - I suck with my idols. To this day, the only kpop band in which I know all the names of their members is SHINee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-554270100865247761?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/554270100865247761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-stuff-of-non-importance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/554270100865247761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/554270100865247761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-stuff-of-non-importance.html' title='Random Stuff of Non-Importance'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJt5DyohTqU/Tt8BgwasdxI/AAAAAAAABX0/41KFxHXlZJE/s72-c/LeeKiWoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7211529996527784407</id><published>2011-12-05T02:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T03:18:21.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza planet truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Interesting Stuff: The Pizza Planet Truck</title><content type='html'>What to do when you find yourself spiralling into another session of self-pity wallowing after performing disastrously in your first Year 12 Extension Maths Assessment? Why, you blog about Pixar's Pizza Planet Truck of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, meet the Pizza Planet Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=273px-PPts2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/273px-PPts2.jpg" width="415" height="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he sound familiar? He should because we've seen him in Toy Story 1, 2 and 3! You know that scene in the third movie where Lotso, the clown and Big Baby get left behind at the park? Well apparently, they hitched a ride on the bumper of the Pizza Planet Truck to get back to that little girl's house. Oh and in Toy Story 1, Woody tried to convince Buzz that the truck was a spaceship because it had a rocket on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PPts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/PPts.jpg" width="562" height="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a bit shy guys, so try not to stare too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he's so shy that everytime you try to point a camera at him, he'll try to hide... by appearing in cameos in Pixar films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in Finding Nemo just because we don't get a clear view of him doesn't mean that he isn't there. Remember the part where Gil related his escape attempt to Nemo? The PPT appears briefly in that scene but if you're not paying attention, you won't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=674px-Nemo-Pizzaplanet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 276px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/674px-Nemo-Pizzaplanet.jpg" width="487" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, if you've paid attention in WALL.E, you might notice that when EVE scans for life among the ruins, she briefly x-rays the PPT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Scan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Scan.jpg" width="507" height="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in Cars 2 (which I've never watched because apparently, my sister says it's a "shit movie"), he has a cameo as "Todd". LOL what kind of name is that for a car? "Todd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=708px-Todds_second_cameo_in_Cars_2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 246px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/708px-Todds_second_cameo_in_Cars_2.png" width="533" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on and on. Rataouille, Up, A Bug's Life, Monstors Inc - the list is endless. This truck is so ninja that he's appeared in EVERY SINGLE Pixar movie to date, except for just one and that is the Incredibles. I don't know why that is LOL. You'd think that The Incredibles would be a pretty easy film to subtly slide in a yellow truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who've never heard of the PPT before, I hope that was interesting for you. I've actually never been aware of the Pizza Planet Truck until I watched the trailer for the new Disney movie, Brave, a few months ago. Have you guys seen it? Apparently it's got something to do with Scotland, red-haired people and archery. Basically its set in some kind of medieval/mythical time period. One of the top comments was, "The real question is how are Pixar going to include the Pizza Planet Truck in this one?" and that's how I found out about it. Cool huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PizzaPlanet_e9d864_1587840.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/PizzaPlanet_e9d864_1587840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more go here: &lt;a href="http://pixar.wikia.com/Pizza_Planet_truck"&gt;http://pixar.wikia.com/Pizza_Planet_truck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it - you know you want to~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7211529996527784407?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7211529996527784407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/interesting-stuff-pizza-planet-truck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7211529996527784407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7211529996527784407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/interesting-stuff-pizza-planet-truck.html' title='Interesting Stuff: The Pizza Planet Truck'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8485000656611364443</id><published>2011-12-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:22:13.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter - The Hunger Games Trailer Mashup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-CUrdhfnuFo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter + Hunger Games = Awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I found on mockingjay.net - apparently somebody decided to mash up The Hunger Games trailer with clips from Harry Potter. Great idea, why didn't I think of that? Oh right, because I'm technologically challenged. Haha, I love how they showed Dumbledore when using Effie's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original youtube link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CUrdhfnuFo&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CUrdhfnuFo&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8485000656611364443?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8485000656611364443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/harry-potter-hunger-games-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8485000656611364443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8485000656611364443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/harry-potter-hunger-games-trailer.html' title='Harry Potter - The Hunger Games Trailer Mashup'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-CUrdhfnuFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8864325128266868619</id><published>2011-12-04T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:52:40.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><title type='text'>Geez, that was terrible.</title><content type='html'>Reaction after maths test today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc3B5ZttnjI/TtxMOFluPUI/AAAAAAAABXo/K3dUjg0Z8Ps/s1600/yotsuba.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682500634736999746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc3B5ZttnjI/TtxMOFluPUI/AAAAAAAABXo/K3dUjg0Z8Ps/s400/yotsuba.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how bad that test was for me. I seriously don't know if I've ever fucked up a test to an extent like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't bad enough, J rang me up after school and asked me how the test was. And he's asked for the paper after we get it back. DAMMIT, now there's no way he's not going to ask how I went. Again, words cannot describe. I thought I'd gotten over it in free period but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other news, the Kpop Concert that I went to last month finally aired on MBC in Korea. I even found myself in one of the performances! (although you only see me for like a second). The link is here, if you're interested: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2eioT4tTQ4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2eioT4tTQ4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt; You can skip to 1:37 to see.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I feel myself spiralling into another bout of regret/depression/annoyance/frustration so I will stop blogging right, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8864325128266868619?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8864325128266868619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/geez-that-was-terrible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8864325128266868619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8864325128266868619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/geez-that-was-terrible.html' title='Geez, that was terrible.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc3B5ZttnjI/TtxMOFluPUI/AAAAAAAABXo/K3dUjg0Z8Ps/s72-c/yotsuba.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8644537947254850097</id><published>2011-12-03T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:07:27.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><title type='text'>Shiny Sequins... *shivers*</title><content type='html'>I never ever want to see another colourful leotard or shiny sequin EVER AGAIN. NEVER EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate dancing. I used to compulsively watch the American version of SYTYCD whenever it was on after all. But there's just something really ..... sickening about the whole "parents sending their children to dance lessons when they're too young to know any better." Okay, that's really bitter of me but every time I'm forced to go to this annual Jazz, Tap and Ballet recital at the _______ RSL Club, I just get extreme flashbacks of my own experiences. I didn't really like those Jazz lessons. At first they were fun but I guess in the end it was still rather traumatizing... being forced to dress up in flashy costumes and dance to songs from the '80s. Eughh *shivers*. To be fair though, they don't make the students dance to those songs anymore. They were playing pop music today. Still, I would NEVER subject my children to those kind of lessons. If they wanted to, then sure but I wouldn't force them. But just, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the more I think about it, the more traumatizing it seems. My parents are evil people. They made sure to expose me to all sorts of random extracurricular activities when I was little in order to knock down my self-esteem. All that stuff about dancing and sports and how it "boosts your child's self confidence"? It's bull. What it does is make sure that in the future, you try to stay as far away as possible from activities like them. It's a crafty combination of over-exposure and manipulative childhood trauma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8644537947254850097?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8644537947254850097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/shiny-sequins-shivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8644537947254850097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8644537947254850097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/shiny-sequins-shivers.html' title='Shiny Sequins... *shivers*'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6356506712896475026</id><published>2011-12-03T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:22:32.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><title type='text'>Mum Fail</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that my parents don't really care about tests (unless they're the HSC of course). Everytime I tell them that I've got a test coming up, they don't really give a rat's ass which sometimes isn't a bad thing because I don't get any added pressure from them, like a lot of people do. But sometimes it can be a bit frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now for example. I've got the bloody 3u maths test to study for but now my whole Sunday has been taken up 'cause of my mum's tap-dancing concert thing. Everybody with me: EWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwWWWW. No offense mum, but I would rather gouge my eyeballs out with a blunt scalpel than watch you dance on stage. Yes I know that sounds a bit harsh but really, I've gone to every single one of those damned concerts for like 3-4 years now without fail and every time I feel a sense of regret that I didn't just stay home and watch reruns of Dr Phil because even that would be preferable to watching you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's all like, "I'm making you go tot he concert. It doesn't matter if you have a test on Monday - it's only maths. Everyone can do maths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mum, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6356506712896475026?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6356506712896475026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/mum-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6356506712896475026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6356506712896475026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/mum-fail.html' title='Mum Fail'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5994559851302495629</id><published>2011-12-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:13:51.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Dear Lyanna</title><content type='html'>LYANNA STOP READING SO MUCH LOLOLOL. I NEED TO CATCH UP ON EVERY SINGLE BOOK ON YOUR BLOG AND THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN IF YOU READ SO FAAAAASSSTTTT. I've only just bought the Bronze Horseman yesterday, and before I read it, I have to read "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest". And before I read that, I have to finish my first book from the Lords of the Underworld series. Sigh, so many books... so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5994559851302495629?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5994559851302495629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-lyanna.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5994559851302495629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5994559851302495629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-lyanna.html' title='Dear Lyanna'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5267605122180376604</id><published>2011-11-29T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:24:40.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotye'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday LuuPoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope you feel like an old, old granny! LOL jokes. Happy Birthday again :) I'm sorry I only saw you once very briefly this morning. Tuesdays are a bit hectic because of the whole going early to school and violin at recess thing so I couldn't really spend the day following you around and punching you. But it's okay, because I mentally gave you birthday punches. And plus we had pizza just a few hours ago so it was all good. Yay! We are the same age again now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I searched all over the net for these pictures after I heard that Triple J's Tom and Alex were going to the ARIAs in these "costumes":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680376985102462562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84IWl0b9RPc/TtTAxaNWLmI/AAAAAAAABXc/SzR44NHkMHk/s400/triplej.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? Best red carpet costumes ever, or best red carpet costumes ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5267605122180376604?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5267605122180376604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-luupoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5267605122180376604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5267605122180376604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-luupoo.html' title='Happy Birthday LuuPoo!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84IWl0b9RPc/TtTAxaNWLmI/AAAAAAAABXc/SzR44NHkMHk/s72-c/triplej.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5932340133133975689</id><published>2011-11-27T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:16:45.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EX2'/><title type='text'>Congratulations, My Fellow Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>Just a heads up for you guys. I am 98.55% sure that for my English Extension 2 Major Work, I will be doing a series of BLOG POSTS about stuff. What exactly? I 'm not entirely sure. I still need a concept but I'm kind of leaning towards maybe exploring "How pop culture influences social media (aka blogs), and how in turn, social media influences what today's social identity is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I just say up there? GOOD QUESTION GUYS. I will get back to you on that.... once I figure it out properly. See the thing is, I sometimes get these inspirational hallelujah moments on what my concept is about. And then a few days later, I will forget. Right now, I believe it means that I just want to look at how people perceive themselves through social media. Why do we blog? We blog because we want to talk about our interests (at least that's why I blog, I don't know about you). But in doing so, are we actually establishing our own identity - to tell people "this is who I am and this is what I like." Pop Culture can become the linking theme. I'm going to create a few personas/characters and they will blog about ...... I don't know, Lady Gaga, Gene Kelly, the Beatles, etc. And in doing so I can somehow hint that their interests have shaped the way they act, they way they go about their everyday lives, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I confusing you guys? I probably am aren't I? Well if you understood what I was trying to say up there, then good on you. Oh, Lyanna and Othilia, I'm talking to you guys specifically cause this was what I was trying to say at lunch today..... before my brain got fried by Mr T's incessant cross-examination. Does my concept now make sense? If it doesn't, please tell me because I myself am not 100% sure what I want to do. I think being asked questions by other people will help me clear up the grey areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. Why did I congratulate you fellow bloggers in the first place? It's because, henceforth, I shall be regarding all your blogs as "research material" for investigating what people blog about and why they blog. YAY! You are now all "test subjects" for Cynthia's English Extension 2 major work! Don't worry, I won't mention your blogs specifically in my bibliography/journal (unless you want to be mentioned of course). And I won't be analyzing your personal issues or whatever. I'm just interested in your styles, your format and your choice of subject matter. So carry on, my fellow test subjects! (LOL just kidding. You guys don't have to think of yourself as test subjects..... you may use the term "guinea pig" if you prefer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OFF TOPIC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who watched the ARIAs last night? You know what I realized? Gotye is actually quite sexy.... in his own lanky, unassuming, way. I never noticed. Must have been all that body/face paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5932340133133975689?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5932340133133975689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/congratulations-my-fellow-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5932340133133975689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5932340133133975689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/congratulations-my-fellow-bloggers.html' title='Congratulations, My Fellow Bloggers!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6346767578381830568</id><published>2011-11-24T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:13:18.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Meme pronounched "meeeeem" or "mi-mi"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZjsPPdjb-0/Ts4YVcZG9sI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4K4IX3yfqZg/s1600/ithrowyourchildren.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678502936838600386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZjsPPdjb-0/Ts4YVcZG9sI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4K4IX3yfqZg/s400/ithrowyourchildren.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, just had to get that off my chest. Now back to staring blankly at my legal book whilst fighting the urge not to go downstairs and watch Beauty and the Geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6346767578381830568?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6346767578381830568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-meme-pronounched-meeeeem-or-mi-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6346767578381830568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6346767578381830568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-meme-pronounched-meeeeem-or-mi-mi.html' title='Is Meme pronounched &quot;meeeeem&quot; or &quot;mi-mi&quot;?'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZjsPPdjb-0/Ts4YVcZG9sI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4K4IX3yfqZg/s72-c/ithrowyourchildren.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5454294780640026090</id><published>2011-11-22T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:45:06.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Highlight of Breaking Dawn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm3LrY5fZjw/TstgHoLo1fI/AAAAAAAABXE/56KI3hJ0j50/s1600/booboo-stewart-in-breaking-dawn-part-1_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677737439392224754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm3LrY5fZjw/TstgHoLo1fI/AAAAAAAABXE/56KI3hJ0j50/s400/booboo-stewart-in-breaking-dawn-part-1_400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaahhh.... *licks lips*. By the way, his name is "Booboo Stewart". If that doesn't make him the most adorable human being on the planet, then I don't know what does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, that's about it. It was okay. I wasn't expecting much so y'know whatever. I think its become a tradition now that every year, I go with my friends to watch the new Twilight movie and then we come out and either laugh about how bad it was or say "Well.... that wasn't terrible."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5454294780640026090?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5454294780640026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-dawn-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5454294780640026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5454294780640026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-dawn-part-1.html' title='Breaking Dawn: Part 1'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm3LrY5fZjw/TstgHoLo1fI/AAAAAAAABXE/56KI3hJ0j50/s72-c/booboo-stewart-in-breaking-dawn-part-1_400x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7196134936015032956</id><published>2011-11-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:27:55.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>I want to....</title><content type='html'>I want to have a movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a full 8 hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play Sims 3 Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a cover of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go berry picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Eurovision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play old skool Gamecube games with Nancy and Tian and our sisters and brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T want to go to school anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays... so close, yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7196134936015032956?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7196134936015032956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7196134936015032956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7196134936015032956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-to.html' title='I want to....'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6454122672993965973</id><published>2011-11-18T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:16:29.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click it, you know you want to....</title><content type='html'>Because who doesn't want to see a shirtless Matt Smith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qJMhyoytsQw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJMhyoytsQw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6454122672993965973?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6454122672993965973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/click-it-you-know-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6454122672993965973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6454122672993965973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/click-it-you-know-you-want-to.html' title='Click it, you know you want to....'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qJMhyoytsQw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5945164700911090993</id><published>2011-11-18T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:06:22.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Doctor Who, My 500th Post</title><content type='html'>Isn't this so awesome? My 500th post will forever be remembered as the post in which I blogged about finishing the Doctor Who series. I didn't plan this I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've finished Episode 13, Series 6 of Doctor Who today. It has been a long and wonderful journey and I've loved every minute of it. Even though I only started Series 1 (of the reboot) last term, I feel like I've known this show and the characters for such a long time now. And I'm relatively new to the series..... considering how some people have started following Doctor Who ever since 2005. How do they bear with it? The waiting, oh god, the waiting! Now I will have to follow the series in Real Time. Inconceivable! Jessica, we can finally sit down and talk about Doctor Who without spoiling each other. I never thought this day would come lol. Anyway, back to the last episode, "The Wedding of River Song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall let the gif do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wholebrainiscrying.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/wholebrainiscrying.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah. That's basically it. I enjoyed it I think. But I was also left a bit confused. I think I'll just leave my questions to when I talk to people because there are really major spoilers in them. I felt like Moffat didn't really answer anything LOL. There were so many loose ends..... Series 6 probably raised more questions than it solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what should I do now? Oh that's right, GIF SPAM TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sexy-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/sexy-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heil_sexy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/heil_sexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=riversongftw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/riversongftw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hair-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hair-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=doctortongue.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/doctortongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cantsee.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/cantsee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1zg58cx.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/1zg58cx.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OutOfMyWay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/OutOfMyWay.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fwhjjd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/fwhjjd.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in conclusion, I love you Doctor Who :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wtsqhs.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/wtsqhs.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I'm so excited for the Doctor Who Christmas Special!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5945164700911090993?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5945164700911090993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-who-my-500th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5945164700911090993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5945164700911090993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-who-my-500th-post.html' title='Doctor Who, My 500th Post'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8257316361433041928</id><published>2011-11-17T00:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:23:23.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><title type='text'>Jersey Names</title><content type='html'>.... are so hard to make up. Especially if your name is Cynthia. I've wasted about an hour of my life trying to come up with one that I really like but to no avail.... Here's my list so far. None of them really jump out at me and some are just laughable. Here, maybe you can come up with something after looking at these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYNTHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynphony (Cynphonic? I don't really want "phony" in my name.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's Cyn Along! (too long)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyncerely/Yours Cyncerely (taken, I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynister (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hyacinth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncyncable / Uncynkable (I just looked it up... apparently unsinkable is not a word)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynderella (taken)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyn City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for some anagrams:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiny Cha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Yacht&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Itch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cathy In&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nay Itch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyan Hit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8257316361433041928?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8257316361433041928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/jersey-names.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8257316361433041928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8257316361433041928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/jersey-names.html' title='Jersey Names'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-3479574013835822975</id><published>2011-11-14T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:21:02.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Trailer (Official)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4S9a5V9ODuY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My craptastic day has just turned a little less crap. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-3479574013835822975?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/3479574013835822975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger-games-trailer-official.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3479574013835822975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3479574013835822975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger-games-trailer-official.html' title='The Hunger Games Trailer (Official)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4S9a5V9ODuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-535904295519117900</id><published>2011-11-14T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:14:32.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taemin'/><title type='text'>F*ck yeah, Lee Taemin!</title><content type='html'>I feel sad but I don't exactly know why. Maybe it's because I realized that I have a whole year of non-stop work ahead of me. Those carefree years of '07, 08', '09, and '10... they are never returning. We have Year 12 and then we have Uni and then we have to get degree and then we need to somehow find a job and hope that the pay's good and then you gotta grow up and have a family and yeah.... It never ends. But I guess everyone has to deal with it eventually. And I'll always have Taemin. Taemin's face makes me happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mKRncAZGHS8/TsD3Wof8sZI/AAAAAAAABW4/BSn0iXeVmTg/s1600/taemin_20091126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674807498687426962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mKRncAZGHS8/TsD3Wof8sZI/AAAAAAAABW4/BSn0iXeVmTg/s400/taemin_20091126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-535904295519117900?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/535904295519117900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/fck-yeah-lee-taemin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/535904295519117900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/535904295519117900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/fck-yeah-lee-taemin.html' title='F*ck yeah, Lee Taemin!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mKRncAZGHS8/TsD3Wof8sZI/AAAAAAAABW4/BSn0iXeVmTg/s72-c/taemin_20091126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4739384936906931983</id><published>2011-11-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:18:41.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>EX2</title><content type='html'>English Extension 2 is stressing me out... and I haven't even started anything yet! I blame it on the stupid conference today. The first part was interesting but then the stupid Krump (Crump?) woman came on and was like, "DON'T WRITE A SHORT STORY!" I wasn't going to write a short story anyway but her whole speech grated on me. I didn't believe her whole "I am really passionate about english extension 2" thing she had going on. Lady, let me give you some advice. If you want people to believe that you're passionate about something maybe you should try NOT speaking in a monotone voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I feel scared now. Am I really supposed to maintain an interest in a project that will haunt me for 9 months? Also, I'm not exactly sure what I'm passionate about anymore. I feel a bit lost right now. Ah well, I'll always have my trashy novels and Doctor Who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4739384936906931983?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4739384936906931983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/ex2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4739384936906931983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4739384936906931983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/ex2.html' title='EX2'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-9047019287085222316</id><published>2011-11-12T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:17:59.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taemin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shinee'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU TAEMIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2caStFuYkE/Tr8nJwtv4LI/AAAAAAAABWs/JJLTjbJoEW4/s1600/taemin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674297104159203506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2caStFuYkE/Tr8nJwtv4LI/AAAAAAAABWs/JJLTjbJoEW4/s400/taemin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taemin, my baby I'm so sorry for having neglected you for about 8 months. I've been busy and I haven't had time to compulsively youtube you and your beautiful face. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have spent so much time mooning over Lee Min Ho and David Tennant. You will always have a special place in my heart - you know that right? The concert last night rekindled my love for you. You were up on stage, doing your thing and I suddenly remembered how much I loved your dancing. God, it was like a punch in the gut when you danced. I would've jumped onto the stage and kissed your beautiful face (but I couldn't because you were about 100 metres away, plus the security guards were already eyeing my group suspiciously). Did you hear me scream for you though? Haha probably not, since about a bijillion other girls were screaming your name. I will stop now because I'm embarassing myself but just remember Taemin, I will always love you and your epic dancing and your epic coolness and your epic lanky figure and your epic hair and your epic eyes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-9047019287085222316?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/9047019287085222316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-taemin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9047019287085222316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/9047019287085222316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-taemin.html' title='I LOVE YOU TAEMIN!!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2caStFuYkE/Tr8nJwtv4LI/AAAAAAAABWs/JJLTjbJoEW4/s72-c/taemin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-524723211963401271</id><published>2011-11-12T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T05:18:11.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Kpop Concert 2011</title><content type='html'>..... WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME GUYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. First we got there, and then we walked around and Jamaica dela Cruz from SBS Popasia was talking to some people next to us and then we lined up to take photos with cardboard cutouts but that failed because NANCY GOT A TEXT FROM HER SISTER SAYING THAT SHE WAS IN THE SAME TRAIN CARRIAGE AS MY-FUCKING-CHONNY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we tried to go Chonny-hunting but that failed because Nancy's sister had lost track of him so we mingled around and it was funny because there were instances where a whole giant crowd of people would run in a specific direction and that would cause a chain effect and people were running everywhere thinking that they could see Kpop idols and I was laughing like a lunatic as I filmed people running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At at around 5:30pm, the gates of ANZ stadium opened and after a bit of mix up with the seating arrangements, we finally found out seats. And then we basically waited for an hour but it was okay guys because MYCHONNY LITERALLY WALKED PAST OUR SEATS but I couldn't take a photo cause I was too slow so then I spent that one hour being on Chonny-watch and aiming my camera at the entrance hoping he would walk back in. And he did, 30 minutes later. But me, being the stupid distracted person that I am nearly missed him and only took a photo of his back. GUYS HE WAS LITERALLY LESS THAN 10 METRES AWAY FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:57, the countdown started and people went crazy. The whole stadium was on fire I swear - everyone was screaming as the kpop bands were announced. And then OH GLORIOUS DAY, the screens on the stage slid apart and OUT CAME SHINEE AND I WENT DELIRIOUS. I was like, "OMG TAEMIN OMG TAEMIN OMG TAEMIN - I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the concert was so awesome and epic and grand that I can't possibly put into words everything that happened. Highlights for me though, included SNSD's performances, SHINee (obviously), B2st and CNBLUE. I LOVE YOU CNBLUE, ESPECIALLY YOUR LEAD SINGER GUY. You have such a sexy face. I swear every boy and girl's ovaries exploded when you sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures tomorrow, when I start sounding coherent. And thank you again, those who chipped in for the ticket. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANIE!!!!! (AGAIN)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-524723211963401271?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/524723211963401271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/kpop-concert-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/524723211963401271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/524723211963401271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/kpop-concert-2011.html' title='Kpop Concert 2011'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4003624225834447828</id><published>2011-11-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:55:00.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Eleventh of the eleventh .... of the eleventh</title><content type='html'>WARNING - Shameless gushing in the body of this post. Read at your own risk. Seriously. I will not apologise for my shameless gushing lol. I deserve a good gush now and then. It's not like I go up to people and talk about my report. I like to gush inwardly. And on this blog. And I will stop saying the word "gush" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYSSS I AM VERY HAPPY WITH MY RESULTS :D Yes, even the results for the Year 12 subjects. My lowest rank for this report was 3rd lol. And that was for Modern and considering that I was going up against Year 12's, I am very very very very happy ^^. I came 1st for maths and english which made me very happy as well. It's easy to say you can do maths or that you can do english but being able to do both is such an accomplishing feeling :D MENGLISH ALL THE WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh yeah, I can't continue talking about results without sounding stuck up or boastful so I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. GOOD LUCK TOMORROW ANNIE!! YOU'LL DO GREAT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4003624225834447828?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4003624225834447828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/eleventh-of-eleventh-of-eleventh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4003624225834447828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4003624225834447828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/eleventh-of-eleventh-of-eleventh.html' title='Eleventh of the eleventh .... of the eleventh'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8805894966220977566</id><published>2011-11-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:29:00.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Kings Of Convenience - I'd Rather Dance With You</title><content type='html'>Let's learn this yeah, Tian? I'll play the piano chords and you can play the violin part..... and maybe Othilia will dance LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OczRpuGKTfY?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8805894966220977566?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8805894966220977566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/kings-of-convenience-id-rather-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8805894966220977566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8805894966220977566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/kings-of-convenience-id-rather-dance.html' title='Kings Of Convenience - I&apos;d Rather Dance With You'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OczRpuGKTfY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7334857317650755408</id><published>2011-11-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:07:02.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>Life is Strange</title><content type='html'>So like, apparently my dad got a call today from my auntie (who works at the school) while he was at work. She asked if it was really true that I dropped 4u maths and said something like "everyone is talking about it." Obviously my dad was just like wtf. So then he called my mum and told her what happened. And then she came home and was like to me, "Was everything okay at school today?" So I said err yeah, of course, lol. And then my mum was like okay, cause your dad called and said he got a strange call from your auntie about 4u maths and then I was like O_O .... okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was kind of strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicions are that it was just my auntie doing what she does best - gossiping. LOL. And blowing things out of proportion. I suppose it runs in the family... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7334857317650755408?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7334857317650755408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7334857317650755408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7334857317650755408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-strange.html' title='Life is Strange'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6649300596264380934</id><published>2011-11-06T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:08:09.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>I Epic Failed... Again</title><content type='html'>Today at tutor, the tutor teacher asked if anyone was busy next Saturday because he was going to temporarily transfer the class to that day. Me, being the most idiotic, forgetful person who's ever walked this planet didn't say anything. And then I got home and realised... that next saturday is the Kpop Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to call him and say I can't make it. Sigh. I'm pretty sure I've used up all my favours already. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=imnotcrying.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/imnotcrying.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness gif is entirely relevant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6649300596264380934?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6649300596264380934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-epic-failed-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6649300596264380934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6649300596264380934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-epic-failed-again.html' title='I Epic Failed... Again'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6176305468037601130</id><published>2011-11-05T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:37:03.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Trashy Romance Novels, Dancing, Maths and Essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've been able to sit down and write a proper post on this blog. Recently, my posts have been more of OMG!DOCTOR WHO! or OMG!HUNGER GAMES! or OMG!4U MATHS SUCKS! or OMG!HSC STRESS! and less of "Hey, why don't we all just sit down and talk and just chill, like?" It's gotten to the point where I also can't be bothered using proper grammer and the like because really, it just wastes a lot of time and effort and prevents my enthusiasm from getting across. But today, I'll try to write normally and that means no more CAPSLOCK spamming, keysmashing, interruptive "lols" or pic spams. Okay? Okay. What I'm trying to say is that this is going to be a very chillaxed blog post so if you've got better stuff to do than by all means, feel free to move along to the next blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... my parents have been taking dance classes. A lot of you guys know that my mum does tap-dancing on Monday nights but this is different. This involves my dad and mum practicing in the living room every day and night, trying to nail the cha-cha and the samba. Traumatizing much? Yeah. I don't know who's bright idea it was. Probably my mum's though, seeing as she's like the "man" of the family. (I've even listed her as "The Man" in my phone's contact list). I can just imagine it - mum would've been like, "Hey let's go learn how to dance so we can show off at parties!" and that my dad would've said something like, "Errr, no thank you," and then my mum would've given him an evil glare and then my dad would've backed down and agreed. 'Cause that's how we roll in this family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, my dad did tell me that he was very reluctant to do the lessons but my mum, being the big bully that she is, went out and bought him some expensive "dancing shoes" which means that he can't even back down anymore. My mum. She's manipulative. I was going to go downstairs and take some pictures for you guys before but then I realized that I would have to get up from the bed, look for my camera, walk down the stairs........ and well, to be honest, I can't be bothered. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I spent the whole afternoon trying to start on my English Extension essay. I've got my intro down.... which means I've only got 1200 more words to go. How do you guys write essays? I don't think I've asked that before. It used to be that I could just put my pen to paper and write something and it would turn out inexplicably coherent but it doesn't work like that anymore. Now I actually have to &lt;em&gt;research&lt;/em&gt;. Only after compiling a list of random copy-and-pasted facts can I start writing. And even then, it takes me forever to construct a sentence that makes sense. Is it supposed to be that hard? Why can't it just be as easy as blogging?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the library on Friday night ('cause I'm cool like that) and borrowed a book by Kresley Cole from the Immortals After Dark Series called "Dreams of a Dark Warrior". Basically, it's a trashy romance novel. But I loved it so much that I devoured it in 1 day. I can't help it okay? It's not like I go into libraries with the intent of borrowing romance novels, they just somehow end up in my pile of Stuff. Don't judge me. At least I read stuff I enjoy. Who needs deep and meaningful stories? Certainly not me. Who needs thought-provoking, philosophical introspects into the human condition? No thank you - escapist fiction all the way, huzzah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, I was supposed to talk about the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 443px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://viprasys.org/xfs/image/direct/eIpfqgFY5Z/dreams-of-a-dark-warrior-kresley-cole-uk-edition-september-2010-reveal-thumb5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well basically, she's a beautiful Valkyrie named Regin the Radiant ('cause like, her skin glows) and he's a berserker named Aiden. Okay I admit, that sounds cheesy already. Whatever. Anyway, Aiden gets killed in the Prologue and you might be thinking, "Hey what kind of story is this?" but its okay guys because he gets reborn again. And again. And again. Basically, Aiden reincarnates everytime he dies and Regin always manages to find him. The problem is, he's also cursed. His time with Regin is always cut short because once he remembers who he is, he dies. Hence you get the whole "Oooooohh, forbidden love + tragic consequences = sexual tension" trope. And like all typical paranormal romances, there's a whole lot of fighting, magic, violence and witty banter. It actually reminds me of Richelle Mead's novels ... just way more extreme in terms of ..... everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, once I become older, I am going to campaign for the increased recognition of Romance novels as a serious literary genre. It seems like they're always under-appreciated and dismissed as pedestrian in style. As I said before, who cares if something isn't really that thought provoking? As long as it entertains and is a good read, then it deserves the respect of literary critics, amirite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else did I want to say? Oh right, I was going to elaborate more on returning to 3u maths at school but to be honest, maths isn't really that interesting to talk about. I'm just going to say this. I fully understand why people keep asking me whether it was because I couldn't keep up. Hell, I would be asking the same thing if I was someone else 'cause that's usually why people drop subjects right? But no, it was because I realised that 1) I really really did not like 12 periods of maths a week - especially on Tuesdays when I got the 5 periods in a row with Mr M. With English and English extension, you get diversity. You'll always be learning new things and different subjects but for maths, it gets a little bit repetitive and eventually, it'll drive me insane (especially with all the homework). 2) I realised that I had enough units. 12 is sufficient I think and even if it turns out I did tragically in History Extension and Modern History, I could always retake them? I don't mind I guess. At least I would have had an advantage. 3) I don't have the drive for maths that everyone else in that class seems to have. It makes me feel bad. Especially when I see everyone else so dedicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically what I'm saying is, those are my reasons up there, as to why I dropped 4u. Some people may still ask questions and I understand but well, like my whole existence, most will probably have not even noticed. Haha. *hypothetical high-5 with Tian* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I shall end off here and guess what? I didn't use a single "lol"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. JULIANA DID YOU JUST SAY THAT MACKENZIE MIGHT BE LEAVING?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6176305468037601130?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6176305468037601130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/trashy-romance-novels-dancing-maths-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6176305468037601130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6176305468037601130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/trashy-romance-novels-dancing-maths-and.html' title='Trashy Romance Novels, Dancing, Maths and Essays'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6117885275851900116</id><published>2011-11-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:44:58.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school work'/><title type='text'>No Rest For the Wicked</title><content type='html'>Not that I'm "wicked" or anything. I just really like that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really really am not bovvered to do the stupid English Extension Essay. Bah! The two most stressful weeks of my existence has just come to a close but that doesn't mean the workload stops too. I've gotta catch up on a bijillion maths exercises, write an english extension essay, do my long-neglected tutor homework, organize and get up to date on legal and get started on all that 9/11 stuff 'cause APPARENTLY, we're getting an assessment task on it or something (?). I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of tutor, I've got it later. Haha - commence most awkward tutor lesson ever - in which Cynthia slinks back into the 3u class and pretends that no one is wondering why she dropped 4u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do a post about my feelings on dropping 4u and going back to Ms Diep's class but then I grew lazy on Friday. Doctor Who was calling my name. Oh Matt Smith, Karen Gillan and Arthur Darvill, how I've missed you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6117885275851900116?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6117885275851900116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-rest-for-wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6117885275851900116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6117885275851900116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='No Rest For the Wicked'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7440926098776951701</id><published>2011-11-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:34:51.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>Hating Twilight Is So Mainstream lololol (jokes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to admit - I am quite excited for Breaking Dawn. My sister is too. She was all like "Pssh, my friend's aren't excited at all. They think they're so cool because they hate Twilight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, cause we both want to see it. It will be so craptastic-ly awesome. *HIGH-5 CK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to see a baby rip itself out of Bella's stomach. Do it. I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671380671102743346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GlVx_auiwM/TrTKrA8YczI/AAAAAAAABV0/QOlltifM_O8/s400/that%2527skindofgay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I miss those good ol' times when I used to pic spam all those funny edited twilight photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7440926098776951701?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7440926098776951701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/hating-twilight-is-so-mainstream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7440926098776951701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7440926098776951701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/hating-twilight-is-so-mainstream.html' title='Hating Twilight Is So Mainstream lololol (jokes)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GlVx_auiwM/TrTKrA8YczI/AAAAAAAABV0/QOlltifM_O8/s72-c/that%2527skindofgay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5202620417044813873</id><published>2011-11-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:22:00.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Vanity Fair Photoshoot for Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>No doubt the photos are pretty. Too pretty in fact. Errr, guys? I don't think y'all should be smiling like that. Correct me if I'm wrong but AREN'T YOU ALL SUPPOSED TO BE RUNNIN' ROUND DECAPITATING EACH OTHER - not standing around in a paddock smiling like them weirdos in the Colgate ads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP_viIwcoVk/TrN0pjiwG6I/AAAAAAAABVk/DvUlTFoxxIg/s1600/VanityFair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671004613054045090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP_viIwcoVk/TrN0pjiwG6I/AAAAAAAABVk/DvUlTFoxxIg/s400/VanityFair3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7JuewB0Wgk/TrN0pRSpWqI/AAAAAAAABVc/RIchHR0p8is/s1600/hungergames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671004608154655394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7JuewB0Wgk/TrN0pRSpWqI/AAAAAAAABVc/RIchHR0p8is/s400/hungergames.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just kidding. Smile all you like guys. It is Vanity Fair after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5202620417044813873?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5202620417044813873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/vanity-fair-photoshoot-for-hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5202620417044813873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5202620417044813873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/vanity-fair-photoshoot-for-hunger-games.html' title='Vanity Fair Photoshoot for Hunger Games'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP_viIwcoVk/TrN0pjiwG6I/AAAAAAAABVk/DvUlTFoxxIg/s72-c/VanityFair3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6301664721151866748</id><published>2011-11-03T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T04:34:48.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEEEEEDOM (V.2)</title><content type='html'>So like, I've officially dropped 4u maths guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spaz-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/spaz-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. Now all I have to do is go to school tomorrow and tell Metwally and Ebbott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I am feeling very mixed emotions. On the one hand I am feeling very elated - like a weight's been lifted off my chest. That's good right? People always say thats what it feels like when you drop a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, the not-so-fantastic performance at the History Extension HSC today is kind of getting to me right now. It didn't bother me so much before because I was feeling way too happy about the exams being over. But now its sinking in. Why didn't I have a clear head while doing that exam? :( Guys, that really is the worst feeling ever. I'm not talking about doing bad in an exam - I'm talking about the feeling you get when you KNOW you could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3x6uEbvC8/TrJ5nYCxBlI/AAAAAAAABVQ/n5Wk_h1i_vA/s1600/dr-who-dalek-10-colour-pen-19852-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670728598188787282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3x6uEbvC8/TrJ5nYCxBlI/AAAAAAAABVQ/n5Wk_h1i_vA/s400/dr-who-dalek-10-colour-pen-19852-p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6301664721151866748?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6301664721151866748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/freeeeeedom-v2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6301664721151866748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6301664721151866748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/freeeeeedom-v2.html' title='FREEEEEEDOM (V.2)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3x6uEbvC8/TrJ5nYCxBlI/AAAAAAAABVQ/n5Wk_h1i_vA/s72-c/dr-who-dalek-10-colour-pen-19852-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7420338723155577320</id><published>2011-11-02T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:05:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEEEEDOMMM</title><content type='html'>So I just came back from the History Extension exam today. I guess that means I'm done. No more stupid exams! Whoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy with how I went for both of those tests? Errrr.... kind of? I mean it could've been a lot more worse.... but it certainly wasn't the best I've done in a test. Actually, I think I might have done better in the trials... lol. To be honest, I have really mixed reactions with how I went. Oh well - I should be grateful that I didn't stuff up big time. But seriously, that history extension paper was so like ALSDJF;ALSDJFAL;SDVN;ADFASD &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, as I said, it wasn't terrible. So I guess that means that I can drop 4u maths? Uh oh, wish me luck guys, I have to call &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7420338723155577320?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7420338723155577320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/freeeeedommm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7420338723155577320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7420338723155577320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/11/freeeeedommm.html' title='FREEEEEDOMMM'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2730530210485550299</id><published>2011-10-31T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:18:56.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern History,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Come_At_Me_Bro_-_Baby_Bird_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Come_At_Me_Bro_-_Baby_Bird_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=come-at-me-bro-turtle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 347px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/come-at-me-bro-turtle.jpg" width="511" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/tumblr_lfayynFsTv1qc8tsb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S RIGHT BOARD OF STUDIES. BRING IT OOOOONNNN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2730530210485550299?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2730530210485550299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/modern-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2730530210485550299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2730530210485550299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/modern-history.html' title='Modern History,'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6850707388546120791</id><published>2011-10-29T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:48:25.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Time And Relative Dimension Is Sexy</title><content type='html'>Just a gif to support my previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hyperventilate.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hyperventilate.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because my way of de-stressing is to post Doctor Who gifs. (Seriously, there's something so therapeautic in sharing images of Matt Smith/Karen Gillan/Arthur Darvill acting all awesome and lovable. You guys should try it too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=theresaman.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/theresaman.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lick.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/lick.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fishandchips.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/fishandchips.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we totally need more Tardis and Doctor love. Stuff youuuu River Song and Rose. The Doctor's one and only ~true love~ will forever be the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sexy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/sexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thetardis.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/thetardis.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... back to studying I guess :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6850707388546120791?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6850707388546120791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/tardis-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6850707388546120791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6850707388546120791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/tardis-love.html' title='Time And Relative Dimension Is Sexy'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7206990783277355234</id><published>2011-10-29T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:05:17.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>I feel scared.</title><content type='html'>Two more days. I feel very very scared now. PLEASE IF YOU CAN HEAR ME OH-MIGHTY-EXAM-GODS, PLEASE MAKE THE ESSAY QUESTIONS RELEVANT TO WHAT I HAVE STUDIED. I BEG OF YOUUUUUUUUUUU. MY LIFE/UPCOMING YEAR DEPENDS ON THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7206990783277355234?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7206990783277355234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7206990783277355234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7206990783277355234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-scared.html' title='I feel scared.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2697324039591677125</id><published>2011-10-28T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T05:16:41.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Posters</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I'm blogging quite a lot today. But guys this is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGER GAMES POSTERS ARE OUT ADNA;DKJ;AIOENVALSDKVNA;SE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Effie-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Effie-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Rue-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Rue-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Haymitch-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 760px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Haymitch-Poster.jpg" width="503" height="809" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Peeta-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Peeta-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Katniss-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 705px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/Katniss-Poster.jpg" width="493" height="872" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted them all - the ones for Cinna, Cato, Gale and some others are also out. *squeal* I LOVE THEM ALL THOUGH. Yes, even Haymitch's.... interesting hair. And OMG EFFIE LOOKS AMAZING - ahtough her hair looks more white than pink. Rue looks really vulnerable. I love it. I LOVE IT ALL GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Psssst Katniss, you're facing the wrong way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2697324039591677125?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2697324039591677125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/hunger-games-poster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2697324039591677125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2697324039591677125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/hunger-games-poster.html' title='The Hunger Games Posters'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8523310724013662928</id><published>2011-10-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T03:33:37.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>AAARGHHH</title><content type='html'>So like my mum just rang Jimmy to tell him I can't make it to 4u tomorrow. S'all good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE NOW HE FUCKING WANTS ME TO COME ON FRIDAY NIGHT AFTER MY SISTER'S LESSON TO GET ONE-ON-ONE TUTORING ON THE STUFF I MISSED AND THEN HE'LL DRIVE ME HOME AFTERWARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ahhhhh.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/ahhhhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... my sadnesses. I'm drowning in them. Oh and jsyk, that gif above is probably gonna be my most overused gif ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8523310724013662928?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8523310724013662928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/aaarghhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8523310724013662928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8523310724013662928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/aaarghhh.html' title='AAARGHHH'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7828402276541974747</id><published>2011-10-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T02:00:25.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>What I Learnt Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vietnam-war.commemoration.gov.au/vietnam-war/images/3207829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 486px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://vietnam-war.commemoration.gov.au/vietnam-war/images/3207829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Context: Vietnam is being threatened by an invasion from both the French and the Chinese and Ho Chi Minh says he would prefer being invaded by the French.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ho Chi Minh: "You fools! Don't you realize what it means if the Chinese remain? Don't you remember your history? The last time the Chinese came, they stayed a thousand years. The French are foreigners. They are weak. Colonialism is dying. The white man is finished in Asia. But if the Chinese stay now, they will never go. &lt;strong&gt;As for me, I prefer to sniff French shit for five years than eat Chinese shit for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: "Vietnam a History" - Stanley Karnow, 1983, Penguin Books, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I just found that extremely funny. I don't know. I suppose anything and everything becomes funny once you've been staring at history books for 6 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7828402276541974747?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7828402276541974747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-learnt-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7828402276541974747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7828402276541974747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-learnt-today.html' title='What I Learnt Today'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6470235966681701952</id><published>2011-10-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:05:38.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>WTF IS THAT</title><content type='html'>Forgot to mention this but in the last episode of Doctor Who that I watched, there was a preview. And after watching it I was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ahhhhh.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/ahhhhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nightterrors.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/nightterrors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nightterrors.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/nightterrors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nightterrors.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/nightterrors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW?? Garrrh, more scary episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6470235966681701952?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6470235966681701952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/wtf-is-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6470235966681701952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6470235966681701952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/wtf-is-that.html' title='WTF IS THAT'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4699346308504379513</id><published>2011-10-26T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:11:30.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Study</title><content type='html'>I feel so guilty staying home to study even though the school has technically authorised it. And when I start thinking about the amount of work I will miss, it makes my head hurt. Actually no. I should rephrase. I'm not worried about ALL the subjects/work I will miss. I'm only worried about maths. CAUSE WE FREAKIN' GET MATHS HOMEWORK EVERY DAY GUISE. Damn you, my hated maths-teacher-who-shall-not-be-named-nor-seen-nor-smelt-of-nor-spoken-about. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways... there was something I really wanted to say. Um and now I've forgotten what it was. Sigh. It probably wasn't that important anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, this isn't what I wanted to say but, by staying home the whole day I didn't actually manage to learn/study a lot. Thinking about it now, the only new thing I learnt today was: "Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids have you killed today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Hopefully I might be able to use that in the Vietnam essay.... if they ask a question about the Home Front. I could even use this one, "One, two, three, four.... we don't want your f*cking war!!!". Or this: "LBJ - pull out like your old man should have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ooooh, BUUUUUUUURNED..... On second thoughts, maybe I shouldn't use that last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4699346308504379513?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4699346308504379513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/eat-pray-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4699346308504379513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4699346308504379513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/eat-pray-study.html' title='Eat, Pray, Study'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1299605973531559794</id><published>2011-10-25T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:18:12.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic gif is epic</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT EPIC GIF ANNIE. His legs are so... hypnotizing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just wanted to say that. Since I can't comment on people's posts (blogger hates me - it just won't let me do it!), I have to comment through my own blog. sigh. There have been so many times where I've wanted to comment on what people have written but I couldn't. Do me a favour guys and get a chatbox please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y U NO LYK ME BLOGGER????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1299605973531559794?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1299605973531559794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-gif-is-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1299605973531559794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1299605973531559794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-gif-is-epic.html' title='Epic gif is epic'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2686425787903771151</id><published>2011-10-24T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:20:35.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphs'/><title type='text'>Dear Sir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EYNJ6fkeVQ/TqZGrEJgI1I/AAAAAAAABTs/xU-GTj3tHHA/s1600/dear%2Bsir.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667294886754263890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EYNJ6fkeVQ/TqZGrEJgI1I/AAAAAAAABTs/xU-GTj3tHHA/s400/dear%2Bsir.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but... maybe if you stopped drawing stupid graphs on the board about how much work we should be doing, and instead started teaching faster, we might actually learn more? lols. Just my 2 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2686425787903771151?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2686425787903771151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2686425787903771151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2686425787903771151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-sir.html' title='Dear Sir'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EYNJ6fkeVQ/TqZGrEJgI1I/AAAAAAAABTs/xU-GTj3tHHA/s72-c/dear%2Bsir.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-3753190545489238322</id><published>2011-10-24T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:31:07.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Really Sporadic Post</title><content type='html'>Eww tomorrow is Tuesday. Which means FIVE TIMES THE METWALLY. YUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCK. But its ok. I'll just sit in class and half listen to unrelevant 4u stuff and half listen to Juliana's tummy grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to track down neferis tomorrow and give her my essays lol. I don't care if it's a bit late. She has to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite late. I always tell myself to sleep early but I never do. I slept late last night and ended up falling asleep on my bed while studying the Russian Revolution. And then I felt really really guilty afterwards and wanted to knock my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror in my room fell down. It didn't break. But I had a mild panic attack thinking it was a sign about the upcoming HSC exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really want frozen coke. I maybe frozen Lemon Lime and Bitters. I've never tried that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to ask Georgiou for my trial papers.... if he has them. Knowing me, I probably will forget. Somebody remind me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss music. I want to do a cover. Perhaps something by Florence and the Machine. Does anyone want to learn the guitar part lol. I'll play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS DOCTOR WHO AND MARATHONING 5 EPISODES BACK TO BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also quite miss David Tenant and Billie Piper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-3753190545489238322?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/3753190545489238322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-sporadic-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3753190545489238322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3753190545489238322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-sporadic-post.html' title='A Really Sporadic Post'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8316373561186437792</id><published>2011-10-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:58:49.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I feel very discouraged right now. I just spent 45 minutes doing a section from the Modern History exam. I didn't even get to finish it and time was up. And get this. I managed to write even less than what I wrote during the half yearly exam. At least 300 words less or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of freaking out internally right now. Okay, that was an understatement. I AM SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT SO MUCH. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE EASIER FUCKING SECTIONS OF THE WHOLE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. But that's not going to help much. Plus I already had a mental breakdown on Thursday which my mum witnessed. I felt slightly better afterwards but that only lasted for a while. And then I went back to stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sad guys. I don't think I can handle school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8316373561186437792?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8316373561186437792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8316373561186437792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8316373561186437792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_23.html' title='.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-8048971458069216076</id><published>2011-10-22T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:25:35.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Why hello there, Rory</title><content type='html'>So like, Jessica, I really want to blog about DW. But I can't :( Cause I'm s'pose to be studying (I've only watched one ep during this week). And I have stupid JimJim later. Instead I will do a quick gif spam. Oh and btw, Rory seems to have gotten significantly foxier in Season 6. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=foxyrory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/foxyrory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=engaged.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/engaged.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tardis_dance.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/tardis_dance.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bieberregen3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/bieberregen3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lj1umqmPOG1qa7z1so1_400.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/tumblr_lj1umqmPOG1qa7z1so1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lkheubTps81qaq97po1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/tumblr_lkheubTps81qaq97po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That last one. You might not be able to see it immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-8048971458069216076?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/8048971458069216076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-hello-there-rory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8048971458069216076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/8048971458069216076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-hello-there-rory.html' title='Why hello there, Rory'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7611645154685540501</id><published>2011-10-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:12:57.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to permanently migrate to the UK. Duh. Most obvious statement in the history of obvious statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was because of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I was mildly infatuated with finding a hot British guy after watching "What a Girl Wants" with Amanda Bynes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I sawAngus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging and well... yeah... As I said before, hot British guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And quite recently, my Doctor Who phase has had a significant impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666318860568317474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5egYReYCvCM/TqLO-3RFTiI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZUSRSBYPJ-g/s400/The-Headington-shark--006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do the British get all the awesome stuff? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7611645154685540501?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7611645154685540501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/land-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7611645154685540501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7611645154685540501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/land-of-dreams.html' title='Land of Dreams'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5egYReYCvCM/TqLO-3RFTiI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZUSRSBYPJ-g/s72-c/The-Headington-shark--006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5364230393066526864</id><published>2011-10-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T04:43:38.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english extension'/><title type='text'>Come At Me Bro</title><content type='html'>Lyanna, I believe this is the gif you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=comeatmebro.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/comeatmebro.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as Lyanna said, ENGLISH EXTENSION 2 - COME AT ME BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was just a misleading statement of confidence. Honestly I am not confident at all. Especially after looking over some of the previous work that people have submitted. My confidence depreciated exponentially :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really don't want to write about anything ~deep and meaningful~ cause that's just who I am. I am a very shallow human being who doesn't give a pig's fart about liberation/equality/world peace. Hey, at least I admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am fortunate enough not to have been struck with personal tragedy in my life of 17 years so writing about grief is kind of out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I simultaneously want to do something original yet I don't have sufficient motivation to attempt something outlandishly absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It seems like anything that I want to do has been done or attempted before. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have run out of reasons. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I nearly forgot to mention. I love English Extension 1. We spent two periods looking at photos and saying how they made us feel. It was very fun and productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5364230393066526864?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5364230393066526864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-at-me-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5364230393066526864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5364230393066526864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-at-me-bro.html' title='Come At Me Bro'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1530009307367602912</id><published>2011-10-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:07:56.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>First off: Cecilia, I am very proud of you :D IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU READ THEM BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: I came home really depressed about 4u maths. My mum took one look at me and was like, "What's wrong with you?" And then I was like, "I don't like maths." So then she said, "Drop it. Don't do extension 2." And right after she said that, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is not an indication of what I should do, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already knew when Jimmy said "Oh, and you'll have extra classes if you do Extension 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also when Metwally came into my year 11 maths class and said, "You'll have no life. You'll have no friends. You'll just be doing maths every day. It will never end." I'm pretty sure that was a major indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I look around my maths class and see everybody's willingness to learn, despite having such a craptastic teacher - I kind of feel like I'm the odd one out because I don't have same determination/focus as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty clear what I should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1530009307367602912?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1530009307367602912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1530009307367602912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1530009307367602912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-3303328652599778328</id><published>2011-10-18T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T03:35:29.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><title type='text'>True Story Guys</title><content type='html'>There is only one image in the whole of the internet that suffices in communicating my frustration every time I have Metwally for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1xqjUOmNFU/Tp1WIcc2JuI/AAAAAAAABTY/teuv20li8fE/s1600/fuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664778609378076386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1xqjUOmNFU/Tp1WIcc2JuI/AAAAAAAABTY/teuv20li8fE/s400/fuuuu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-3303328652599778328?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/3303328652599778328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-story-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3303328652599778328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/3303328652599778328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-story-guys.html' title='True Story Guys'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1xqjUOmNFU/Tp1WIcc2JuI/AAAAAAAABTY/teuv20li8fE/s72-c/fuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-1091671105612359693</id><published>2011-10-17T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:06:20.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>An Extremely Nerdy Post</title><content type='html'>I have to be very honest here. I become exceptionally wary everytime someone asks me for advice on History Extension and whether it is a subject worth picking up. It's been happening quite frequently recently (mostly because Year 12 is just around the corner) and well, to a lot of people I don't really know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I am extremely biased against History Extension. If you haven't picked up on that by now you must be as dense as one of Hagrid's rock cakes. So giving advice to people is really really hard - especially when I already have my own built-in bias towards a subject. To be fair though, it's not that the subject is bad or that the teacher isn't great. It's because it's just such a mentally taxing subject that requires so many hours and hours of input and consolidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, we get booklets handed out in class which we are supposed to take home and do some "extra reading" on. This is just an excerpt of something we got at the beginning of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past, appropriated by historians, is never the past itself, but a past evidenced by its remaining and accessible traces and transformed into historiography through a series of theoretically and methodologically disparate procedures (ideological positionings, tropes, emploments, argumentative modes), such historiography - as articulated in both upper and lower cases - then being subject to a series of uses which are logically infinite but which, in practice, correspond to the range of power bases that exist at any given juncture and spectrum. Understood in this way, as a rhetorical, metaphorical, textual practice governed by distinctive but never homogeneous procedures through which the maintenance/transformation....... etc, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: Rethinking History - Keith Jenkins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understood all that on the first reading then CONGRATULATIONS. YOU MUST BE SOME SORT OF GENIUS OR SOMETHING. It took me at least 4 readings just to understand that paragraph - and then I had to go grab a dictionary and look up every second word to gain a deeper understanding. And you know what was worse? I seemed to have been dumped into a class full of people who had way better literacy skills than me and actually seemed to UNDERSTAND what they were reading. Don't try to prove me wrong. I am entirely justified in having yucky feelings towards said subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably not the best person to come to for advice on subject choices anyway. Which reminds me. I was feeling mightily depressed after school today because of maths and the realization that I would have TWELVE periods per week on that subject alone. And then I had a "hallelujah" moment at tutoring where I realised that I could just drop 4 u maths and even do 9 units this year if I wanted to. Cause get this, 9 + 3 = 12!!! So technically, my 9 units next year, plus my 3 units this year would still leave me with 2 extra units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realised that that logic was based on the assumption that I would do well in this year's HSC exams. So I sunk into spiral-of-despair-v2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm dropping 4u maths. It's just nice knowing that there's a "trampoline" to catch me if I decided that I didn't like what I was doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about maths and history and school and all that yucky stuff. Let's have a DW gif spam!!!! YAY!! (haven't done them in a while!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spaz-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/spaz-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have finished Series 5 :) I watched the last episode yesterday (even though I promised myself I wouldn't watch any until the exams were over) but come on, it was only one episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fezcool.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/fezcool.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fez.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/fez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lsilwa0TN11qjmlgvo1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/tumblr_lsilwa0TN11qjmlgvo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=boo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/boo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ror-e.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/ror-e.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=awkward.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/awkward.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=512_rory.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/512_rory.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more sexy Matt Smith dance moves.... because one can never have enough sexy Matt Smith dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dancing.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/dancing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mum, who works at a high school as an interpreter, just came into the room and asked me what an "import" was cause she had to translate for some parents tomorrow. Apparently their kid got sent to the principal for calling some guy an "import" and "fob". LOLZ FOREVER. Now my mum can't stop laughing at the definition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-1091671105612359693?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/1091671105612359693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/extremely-nerdy-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1091671105612359693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/1091671105612359693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/extremely-nerdy-post.html' title='An Extremely Nerdy Post'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-4331686204967528085</id><published>2011-10-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:53:12.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>SPOILERS!!</title><content type='html'>Guys, I have just unintentionally spoiler'd myself as to who River Song is and her relationship to Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=omg.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/omg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sadness at this is indescribable. I hate spoilers with a burning passion. Hell, I don't even watch those short previews at the end of every episode in fear of spoiling myself. Now that just takes the fun out of watching Series 6 when I do get up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Youtube and your spoilery comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-4331686204967528085?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/4331686204967528085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/spoilers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4331686204967528085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/4331686204967528085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/spoilers.html' title='SPOILERS!!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-421411625325214780</id><published>2011-10-14T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:18:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Gems</title><content type='html'>I love Youtube. I really do. It is probably the most amazing creation there is out - apart from the internet itself. I can spend hours and hours in front of it, searching up the most random things; from kittens to creepy chinese women dancing on X Factor UK (yes, you know the one I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really love George Sampson. I can't believe I've never seen this before. For some reason, watching this video nearly made me cry.... maybe I'm just hormonal LOL cause I rarely cry at stuff like this. Okay, I should shut up now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_EGbUJzPPCI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-421411625325214780?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/421411625325214780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/youtube-gems.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/421411625325214780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/421411625325214780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/youtube-gems.html' title='Youtube Gems'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_EGbUJzPPCI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-6333627650430050665</id><published>2011-10-13T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:11:50.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Tender Morsels - by Margo Lanagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xy26LqXgB4/TpfUUOvIJqI/AAAAAAAABS8/M0E6Gd-5-j8/s1600/tendermorsels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663228500459923106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xy26LqXgB4/TpfUUOvIJqI/AAAAAAAABS8/M0E6Gd-5-j8/s400/tendermorsels2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2iCjT74po/TpfUOhsg9oI/AAAAAAAABS0/uHaU0ic7OvA/s1600/tender-morsels-new-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663228402470024834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2iCjT74po/TpfUOhsg9oI/AAAAAAAABS0/uHaU0ic7OvA/s400/tender-morsels-new-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book... I want to blog about it but where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a fairytale. Any fairytale - maybe one that has some sort of significant meaning to you. Think of all the magic and wonder associated with it. Does it transport you to a different world? Does it fill you with all sorts of wonderful feelings? Are you swept away by the beautiful descriptions of castles, magic, forests, princesses, princes, kings and queens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if someone came and &lt;strong&gt;STOMPED ON ALL THOSE WONDERFUL THINGS AND THEN THREW UP ON THEM FOR GOOD MEASURE, WHILST YOU HUDDLED IN A CORNER AND PLEADED FOR THEM TO STOP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what "Tender Morsels" is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosely based on the Brothers Grimm fairytale, "Snow White and Rose Red" (which should not be confused with Snow White and the Seven Dwarves), "Tender Morsels" is rather dark and disturbing rendition of the classic tale. All the essential components are there; magic, bears, two very different girls and a cranky dwarf but DO NOT BE FOOLED GUYS. This is like grabbing a copy of "The Hunger Games", taking a permanent marker, crossing out the title, writing the word "Twilight" above the original title and then giving it to your friend saying, "Here, it's essentially the same thing. Both books have a female protagonist(!!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to talk about the plot cause really, what is a plot anyway? I mean, it's not going to give you an idea of the quality of the book. But I suppose I have to, just to give you idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is copied word by word from the blurb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Liga's life is filled with dark hearts and terrible deeds, until natural magic creates sanctuary for her and her daughters. But they can't escape the real world forever, and other forces are at work: magicked bears and greedy mischief-man break in and distrub their peace. And what happens when a girl decides she doesn't want to be protected?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That doesn't tell you much does it? But trust me when I say that it was one of the most well-written books I have ever read. Margo Lanagan is such a supremely talented writer. It really was heartbreaking/funny/tragic/beautiful despite the horror and revulsion of the first 50 pages or so. Yes I know I am being ambiguous by not addressing the issues outright but I can't help it. I don't want to turn you off the book by saying what happens. It ruins the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if you get the chance, read it. It really is a beautiful story but it's definitely not for the faint of heart. Don't be fooled by the seemingly-innocent cover guys. IT IS REALLY DECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was probably the crappiest reivew of a book ever. To end off, I'll just word-vomit a whole bunch of words associated with the story, in the hope that they will somehow clear things up. (Don't read if you don't want spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEARS GIRLS MAGIC INCEST REALITY WITCH DAUGHTERS GREED FAMILY FORESTS SEWING HOUSE TOWN DAD TERRIBLE HORROR HEAVEN MOON-BABY WOLF CLIFF LAND SEX CREEPY BOYS-DISGUISED-AS-BEARS KISSING GEM FLOWERS MOM DEATH LIFE ESCAPE SORCEROR NO-EMOTION WHITE RED PARADISE TREES LAKE WINDOW MUDDY-ANNIE LIGA HOPE TRANSFORMATION GOLD RUBIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and yeah, I can't really think of any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-6333627650430050665?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/6333627650430050665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/tender-morsels-by-margo-lanagan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6333627650430050665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/6333627650430050665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/tender-morsels-by-margo-lanagan.html' title='Tender Morsels - by Margo Lanagan'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xy26LqXgB4/TpfUUOvIJqI/AAAAAAAABS8/M0E6Gd-5-j8/s72-c/tendermorsels2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2746869672043065527</id><published>2011-10-13T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T04:09:02.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Keep Calm</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Annie's "Keep Calm and Grow a Moustache" pencilcase to search this up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662930430385708194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hh1VloueNOc/TpbFORLj3KI/AAAAAAAABSk/t8s2xmD47gs/s400/keep_calm_by_amateurvirtuosod41szy2_display.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I wish. So stressed right now. I wish a Tardis would land on my front door, but alas, this is the ~real world~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been approximately 5 days, 1 hour and 21 minutes since I last watched an episode of Doctor Who. AND I AM SUFFERING GODDAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do a gif-spam tomorrow. If I'm bovvered. Just to release some of this pent up frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Othilia, I will miss laughing at your inadequacies and failings as a human being in Maths class (and I'm sure Annie feels the same). Fare thee well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2746869672043065527?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2746869672043065527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2746869672043065527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2746869672043065527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-calm.html' title='Keep Calm'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hh1VloueNOc/TpbFORLj3KI/AAAAAAAABSk/t8s2xmD47gs/s72-c/keep_calm_by_amateurvirtuosod41szy2_display.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5446570768735019577</id><published>2011-10-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:37:06.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Epic Fail x1000</title><content type='html'>I feel mildly depressed right now. Apparently the exams are in Week 4. I misjudged the dates :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to sit here and rot for FOUR MORE FUCKING WEEKS before I can run outside and do a hallelujah dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god does this mean I have to do the english extension essay now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SAD GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5446570768735019577?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5446570768735019577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-fail-x1000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5446570768735019577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5446570768735019577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-fail-x1000.html' title='Epic Fail x1000'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-2218575634811529365</id><published>2011-10-09T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:16:22.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>It needs more detail</title><content type='html'>.....is what I keep hearing from all the teachers who have marked my modern history essays/trial papers. AND I AM SO SICK OF HEARING IT. ITS HAAAAARD OKAY?!?!? I hate it when you think you've done enough and then afterwards you find out that enough was definitely nowhere near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do the exams now. I want to have them over and done with. I want to be able to forget about stupid russia and stupid indochina and stupid ho chi minh and stupid appeasement and stupid WWI and stupid herodotus and stupid post-modernism and just focus on my normal Year 11.5 work. I want to watch Doctor Who and not have to wait 4 weeks until after the tests :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want to do the exams now. Because a) I am not prepared and b) I am nowhere near prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. That's my current frame of mind. I simultaneously want to do the tests and not do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-2218575634811529365?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/2218575634811529365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-needs-more-detail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2218575634811529365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/2218575634811529365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-needs-more-detail.html' title='It needs more detail'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5536123562437304397</id><published>2011-10-09T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T04:14:30.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of hate and anger right now. So I'm just warning you guys - this isn't gonna be a post full of marshmallows and rainbows and happiness (not that I ever blog about marshmallows and rainbows and happiness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my pissed-off-of-ness came from maths tutor. I hate it. I hate it with a burning passion - like I've never hated anything as much before in my life. I don't know what it is exactly but a part of it comes from being cooped up 3-4 hours in a tiny white room while learning about something that frankly, doesn't interest me at all. Okay to be honest, I don't always hate it. But the feeling is common enough that I know it can't be anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to like it. Don't sit there and judge me and think that I've never tried. I have. But I still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am quite sick of myself. While I sit there and rot in that little white room a voice in my head just keeps asking, "Why do you bother with 4u then?". And I hate that I can't answer that. It's definitely not because I like it. The whole row at the back of the classroom seems to ADORE it and for some reason, that just adds to my annoyance. Yes I am aware that I am being a petty, spoilt brat. And I hate that that's how I feel. Actually now that I think about, it seems like the more significant reason that I hate maths tutor is because of myself and the attitude I have towards it. I can't understand myself and that annoys me. Maybe it's because I'm scared of dropping it. I'm scared of dropping it and then regretting it. Oh and also the "telling people that I'm dropping it" part too. Especially my maths tutor. Oooh that'll be nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I am really tempted to ring Othilia just so I could vent to someone? But I won't do that because 1) it's 10 at night and 2) we have school tomorrow. I am a very strange person. I love being alone and doing stuff by myself (e.g. reading books, watching TV shows on my laptop) but when I start feeling frustrated or angry I just have to vent to someone. (Haha, speaking of which, I don't know how Elyn does it. How is it possible that she hasn't spontaneously combusted from all the random shit I tell her in maths class? I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm just overloading her with all my worries and she just takes it in. LOL. Elyn I don't think you read this but can I just say that you are awesome.) Sorry guys, I know it's not fair - it's almost like I'm saying that I only need you when I'm upset. BUT I'M NOT SAYING THAT OKAY? I LOVE YOU GUYS. DON'T THINK THAT I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I was going to rant more but I can't be bothered. I want to read and lose myself in a story. I don't want to think about school tomorrow and upcoming HSC exams. That will only make me more stressed and angry. Goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I, like Tian, have only recently realised that there is a "stat" button up there on my blogger dashboard. How did I not notice it before? Anyway, just wanted to say Hi to anyone from Ukraine that's reading this LOL. Apparently you make up quite a big percentage of my blog traffic :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-5536123562437304397?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/5536123562437304397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5536123562437304397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/5536123562437304397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7051927159732891205</id><published>2011-10-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:04:59.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Little Snail</title><content type='html'>I went to a French restaurant yesterday. And now I can't be bothered blogging anymore. Just look at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2J6fpk4gDY/TpDIc8nWRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZfWK5NDTp3Q/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661245131237770866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2J6fpk4gDY/TpDIc8nWRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZfWK5NDTp3Q/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GImCDUbFQYk/TpDIco8XwkI/AAAAAAAABSU/M1DmpMtM4w0/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661245125957239362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GImCDUbFQYk/TpDIco8XwkI/AAAAAAAABSU/M1DmpMtM4w0/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7m-ZCvIapQ/TpDIcj7TgcI/AAAAAAAABSM/7TczhXbLVMQ/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661245124610589122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7m-ZCvIapQ/TpDIcj7TgcI/AAAAAAAABSM/7TczhXbLVMQ/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0idduUHUTYY/TpDIcTXtYvI/AAAAAAAABSE/kKcB6xq1hKI/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661245120166322930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0idduUHUTYY/TpDIcTXtYvI/AAAAAAAABSE/kKcB6xq1hKI/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H73a7w6VzhE/TpDIDVQH8JI/AAAAAAAABR8/FVNTNbFBq8A/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661244691174650002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H73a7w6VzhE/TpDIDVQH8JI/AAAAAAAABR8/FVNTNbFBq8A/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YH3S_t5NBaQ/TpDIDB7oitI/AAAAAAAABR0/ODZiaONtOtk/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661244685988432594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YH3S_t5NBaQ/TpDIDB7oitI/AAAAAAAABR0/ODZiaONtOtk/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sStQGCI7vvw/TpDIDDrw-hI/AAAAAAAABRs/1WSSEKBRYzs/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661244686458747410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sStQGCI7vvw/TpDIDDrw-hI/AAAAAAAABRs/1WSSEKBRYzs/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wmD3Il5ddk/TpDIC9M5GvI/AAAAAAAABRk/gpr88wwo5AY/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661244684718643954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wmD3Il5ddk/TpDIC9M5GvI/AAAAAAAABRk/gpr88wwo5AY/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fz0i28GHbPA/TpDIC2SVbVI/AAAAAAAABRc/HNTWsDD2Chs/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661244682862423378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fz0i28GHbPA/TpDIC2SVbVI/AAAAAAAABRc/HNTWsDD2Chs/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7051927159732891205?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7051927159732891205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-snail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7051927159732891205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7051927159732891205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-snail.html' title='The Little Snail'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2J6fpk4gDY/TpDIc8nWRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZfWK5NDTp3Q/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-7179007784478252720</id><published>2011-10-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T06:06:38.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>ZOMG SHIRTLESS MATT SMITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hair.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h332/csreverie/hair.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hah don't mind me. Tis just the teenage girl hormones talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356254017810844861-7179007784478252720?l=cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/feeds/7179007784478252720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/zomg-shirtless-matt-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7179007784478252720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356254017810844861/posts/default/7179007784478252720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthias-reveries.blogspot.com/2011/10/zomg-shirtless-matt-smith.html' title='ZOMG SHIRTLESS MATT SMITH'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407332278584354883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgWPlUmk3hA/SZ6QFp1PpxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lQyh6Of-TOQ/S220/tower+of+pandas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356254017810844861.post-5964142509861180235</id><published>2011-10-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:01:00.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Snails, mmmmmm yummy!</title><content type='html'>Going to Pyrmont tomorrow with Tian, her brother and my sister, to eat snails. YAAAAAAAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_SZrrgygnQ/S9e9MwMvjYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5wK3C0WOX0I/s1600/Snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_SZrrgygnQ/S9e9MwMvjYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5wK3C0WOX0I/s1600/Snail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I found on youtube on how to make escargot/Bouguigonne: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxpNqVhXqWw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxpNqVhXqWw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click it. You know you want to. Doesn't matter how grossed out it makes you, I can tell that you're still interested. I once went through this phase where I compulsively had to google and youtube strange foods just to see what they looked like and how people made them. Escargot was one of these..... 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