<?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-9113310631302116529</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:08:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Girl, One Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-3940752253950627292</id><published>2012-01-31T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:08:13.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fresh starts</title><content type='html'>Some of you may notice the loss of quite a large number of posts recently. I've decided to take them down. Sometimes, pasts, though they are a part of you, though they make you who you are, it seems, almost shameful to see what sort of person I was. Perhaps a few years from now, I will look back on this and be ashamed at my naivety, or my evils. I know, that we can't erase a past, or deny that it happened. But I wouldn't want, people to come here, and see that side of me, though she may no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over the posts though, I came to remember things I've forgotten. I saw that, I actually seemed more human, with opinions and a voice. Instead of this, angsty, cynical, opinion-less girl typing this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is a weird feeling. When you're just, living. The past doesn't matter, the future hardly does, and the present, will sooner or later fade into the past anyway. No drive, nor direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably find an exit soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-3940752253950627292?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3940752253950627292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=3940752253950627292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3940752253950627292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3940752253950627292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-fresh-starts.html' title='Of fresh starts'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-2622064952979801032</id><published>2012-01-05T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:10:26.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of writing experiences...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there's nothing else to do except to force yourself to churn out chapter after chapter. What matters is that you get the book done. What doesn't matter is the state of your brain at the end of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I just realized it's Friday tomorrow. YES! I can stay up. Homework later. Book and churning now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-2622064952979801032?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2622064952979801032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=2622064952979801032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2622064952979801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2622064952979801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-writing-experiences.html' title='Of writing experiences...'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-7049403991074006614</id><published>2011-12-20T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:20:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of my holiday so far</title><content type='html'>Hi hi everyone! So, SAT is over for me, and it's time for holiday! Only problem is, I had to spend five days working on rotation attachment at the government hospital, RIPAS. End result? I don't want to do diagnostic work. Which, I already know. But now, I know for sure! Other than that, my holiday has been, unproductive. I still get that guilty feeling every time I'm lazing around and wasting an afternoon on games and the like. Why? Because I'm supposed to be writing a book! Well, three actually, but I should be done by now! At least, done with one of them, at least. -sigh- Must work harder. Sometimes I think so myself, 'Siang Wen, don't you think, maybe, instead of playing games and Facebooking (One Girl One Life is not sponsored nor owns Facebook), you should be, owh, I don't know, WORKING!?' -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-7049403991074006614?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7049403991074006614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=7049403991074006614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7049403991074006614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7049403991074006614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-my-holiday-so-far.html' title='Of my holiday so far'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-32049506509653620</id><published>2011-11-27T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:43:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of SAT preparations</title><content type='html'>Looking at my practice test and the admission statistics from MIT, I thought, 'OMG WHAT THE (CENSORED) AM I DOING!?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because MIT applicants are awesome. And I'm getting intimidated. But I really wanna go to the US. I'm not gonna check the other schools. If it's just as bad, I don't need the ego stab. If it's better, I don't need the ego boost. 8 more practice tests to go. That's over 24 hours of testing. Not counting the real one on Saturday. OMG WHAT THE (CENSORED) AM I DOING!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-32049506509653620?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/32049506509653620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=32049506509653620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/32049506509653620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/32049506509653620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-sat-preparations.html' title='Of SAT preparations'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-330469274245124548</id><published>2011-10-22T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:39:31.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the book plan</title><content type='html'>I lost it. The book plan. -sigh- You see, I wrote, on a nice piece of paper, what every chapter of the book will consist of. And the amazing authoress that is me, lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-330469274245124548?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/330469274245124548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=330469274245124548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/330469274245124548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/330469274245124548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-book-plan.html' title='Of the book plan'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-2839191627029613544</id><published>2011-10-11T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:59:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of writing</title><content type='html'>Some write to relieve stress, get it out, let the creativity flow.&lt;div&gt;Others, write for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some, write to spread a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some, they write to pay for college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a guess anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-2839191627029613544?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2839191627029613544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=2839191627029613544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2839191627029613544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2839191627029613544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-writing.html' title='Of writing'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-8199104234872163230</id><published>2011-10-08T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:10:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of good things</title><content type='html'>Good things come to those who do good things.&lt;div&gt;Good things come to those who work hard to get what they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things come to spoiled rich kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things come to those who won't take "no" for an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things come to those who stubbornly persevere towards their dreams even though they're told countless times that what they're doing is crazy and really far too much effort when they could take a, quite frankly, easier road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking SAT I in December. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things come to people who practice a good diet and exercise (I mean, really exercise, not reach for the remote or walk five feet to the television set).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things come to people who study for their exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-8199104234872163230?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8199104234872163230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=8199104234872163230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/8199104234872163230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/8199104234872163230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-good-things.html' title='Of good things'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-999604486278179401</id><published>2011-10-07T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T08:59:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of college application....</title><content type='html'>Yes, another college rant. Seriously, okay, it's daunting for me. But I really wanna go. But it's really scary. I'm crazy, yes. -sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-999604486278179401?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/999604486278179401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=999604486278179401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/999604486278179401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/999604486278179401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-college-application.html' title='Of college application....'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-3499182155540232975</id><published>2011-09-30T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:04:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of...</title><content type='html'>Guess I'm just updating today....Life goes on as always. It has its ups and downs. Exam in half a month. I'm still typing my book, still thinking about the universe. You know, I don't think I'll ever be happy, conforming to society. Being different, is like being true to myself. Conforming would seem like lying to myself. To be different is to be me. -nod- Yeah, it's totally cliched, I know, but I guess it's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-3499182155540232975?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3499182155540232975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=3499182155540232975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3499182155540232975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3499182155540232975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/of.html' title='Of...'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-725684105021707629</id><published>2011-09-05T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:43:05.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of characters</title><content type='html'>Characters are tricky, especially the ones you want your readers to like. They can't be too awesome; strict moral code, good character, really good looking, really smart and perhaps an amazing ability that ultimately saves everyone. But they can't be too mean; no excessive child abuse, self-hatred, abhorring everything and everyone. The trick is to make your characters seem almost human. Tricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-725684105021707629?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/725684105021707629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=725684105021707629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/725684105021707629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/725684105021707629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-characters.html' title='Of characters'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-2812403043120303689</id><published>2011-09-02T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:43:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of friends</title><content type='html'>You know you have friends when,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1: You go to one to cry, and she doesn't push you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: The one you don't go to asks, "Why her?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-2812403043120303689?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2812403043120303689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=2812403043120303689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2812403043120303689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2812403043120303689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-friends.html' title='Of friends'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-4025483522629641044</id><published>2011-09-01T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:14:34.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of chores</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that I should organize my room. Like, it's a pure mess, there's unused space in usable space, used space in unusable space.....yeah, I should organize........then again, maybe some other time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-4025483522629641044?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4025483522629641044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=4025483522629641044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/4025483522629641044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/4025483522629641044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-chores.html' title='Of chores'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-2025866546720892548</id><published>2011-09-01T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:48:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of writing experiences...</title><content type='html'>While writing this book, I learned some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Even though you know what's going to happen in every chapter, you don't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; know what's going to happen in every chapter. Example, the rough overview planned that in this chapter, A will die. Now how will A die?.....Then again, maybe I just didn't plan it out that properly. That's probably why it's taking forever to finish this stupid book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Printing out the manuscript is a lot more effective when editing for mistakes. For some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: After entering and tabbing a lot, Microsoft Word 2010 will tab for you when you enter. When you delete the tab though, Microsoft Word 2010 will cease to do so, and you'll have to do the tabbing yourself until Microsoft Word does it automatically again. I have yet to figure out how to set it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: I think my obsessive writing of this book is what is considered passion. Therefore, my obsessive wanting to be a virologist can also be considered a passion too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: The e in anime with the weird dash on top is caused by "Shift+',e" which means, apostrophe &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Writer's block is a disease. A horrible, horrible disease. Cure? That depends, how easy is it to get your brain running again?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Figured out how to set Microsoft Word 2010 to auto-tab for me XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-2025866546720892548?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2025866546720892548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=2025866546720892548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2025866546720892548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/2025866546720892548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-writing-experiences.html' title='Of writing experiences...'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-3663748287333727213</id><published>2011-08-31T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:30:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of possibly the craziest thing I'll ever do in my life</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know me personally. Okay, maybe not. In fact, I don't even think my closest friends read this blog.....Guess that's my fault for not really updating......So anyway! The few of you who do know me, probably know how I rant on and on about going to a US college once I graduate high school. "I wanna go to the US! I wanna go to the US! I wanna go to the US!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just one problem. Living in Brunei means we don't take SATs here. At least, not the normal people. We take O levels, A levels, hope we get kick-ass results and pray like mad to whatever deity we believe in that we get admitted into a UK/Aus/NZ college. Some of us less well-to-do kids gotta pray uber hard for a scholarship too. So taking SATs meant I had to ask my parents for funding. That was months ago. Possibly a year. -shrugs- A few days back, they said I could take it if I would fund myself. This is a big thing for me okay. I've almost never truly paid for anything I wanted out of my own pocket. Yes, I'm spoiled that way. Normally, I'd just look at something I wanted and the decision of whether or not I should get it is calculated from whether or not my parents would get it for me. If they won't I won't even waste my time and energy asking for it. Of course, when they said I could take it if I would fund myself, I totally realize that in the long run, my parents might end up forking out the funding I need to prepare myself for the SATs and the exam, but I think I'll still be okay even if they really meant it. Like, some people say that you shouldn't just pray, you should show your deity how much you want something. And this is me, saying, "I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanna go to the US."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once we get over the SAT part, we have to think of that other thing in the college application that could cause teenage suicide count to increase. The essay. My brother had an awesome beginning to his essay. Like, 'Whoah, I never thought of that.' And I'm reading about the application and admission for Yale and MIT. I'm going, 'Oh my goodness, am I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; going to do this? &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;?' It looks daunting, with words like, "competitive", "passion", "activities". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, I'm scared. I'm asking myself if I'm crazy. No particular passion for virology (but quite frankly I don't want to do anything else), no particularly awesome achievements (really, what Asian kid doesn't have straight As, a piano/violin diploma, proficiency in over five languages, enough certificates to use as wallpaper and crazy parents?), no nuclear reactor in my garage built by me when I was twelve.But if I want to go to a US college, I have to get through this. Preferably without wetting my pants. I've done a lot of crazy things in my life. This would probably rank as #1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-3663748287333727213?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3663748287333727213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=3663748287333727213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3663748287333727213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/3663748287333727213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-possibly-craziest-thing-i.html' title='Of possibly the craziest thing I&apos;ll ever do in my life'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-4287685724935530402</id><published>2011-08-09T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:19:11.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest post</title><content type='html'>Tonight, we have a special appearance by none other than my friend since......what, '01? So anyway, this is specially requested by her, censored a bit by me (sorry E). So here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m not a married woman, nor am I an experienced&lt;/span&gt; (insert singular word equivalent to female dog)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I just have a little attitude on things. Well, I’m definitely not trying to be cocky or anything; just trying to voice out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, here goes. It’s my time in life where I go though bad dates, embarrassing moments and all that. Life isn’t exactly any easier on me than anyone of you out there. When it comes to relationships, I’m no expert either. BUT! One thing’s for sure, I try to make the best of it. I’ve been through a few of them and let me tell you, none of any of the guys I’ve dated were even a tad bit alike. They were all distinctly different; different style, different way of taking a relationship, different manners; DIFFERENT. Well, what I’m trying to say is, I think that relationships should be like a subject. Something that you have to feel to understand. Something that you need time to master, if that’s even possible. Every time I end or start a new relationship is sort of shoots me with this bolt of idea about myself. It just makes me understand a level more about myself and about the things that I want and or need in life. I am one of those people who don’t actually support the whole, “I’m only going to date one person and marry him/her”. No offence to anyone who says things like that because I don’t think I have a right on your lives but more that I have my own opinion that it’s not that accurate or useful to life. My theory is simple and commonly used. It’s that one must learn from one’s mistake. I’m not telling you to go date every person in the world. I’m just saying to be open and not tie yourself down to a “type” but try to give yourself a chance to experience something different in a person. For example, after dating&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this really “sticky” (naggy, controlling) type of guy I realize that I like attention but not overpowering. It just goes to show how much you can actually learn about yourself if you just try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-4287685724935530402?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4287685724935530402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=4287685724935530402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/4287685724935530402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/4287685724935530402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/guest-post.html' title='Guest post'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-7422959046595323937</id><published>2011-08-06T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:37:20.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of my book</title><content type='html'>Finally! Chapter six of my book is completed! I'm still working on the first draft......-curls up in corner and starts emo-ing- I really want to finish this book soon, get started on my other projects. I actually thought up some book ideas....but I have to finish this one first. -sigh- I wonder if there are much authors out there who write cross-genre.....Right, I have to get back to work.....If I don't update within a week, it's either I completely abandoned the blog or I died while typing. Haha, ha, ha.....ha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note: Writer's block while writing your book is really bad. So is forgetting what you were going to write and wondering if what you're writing doesn't suddenly seem very convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-7422959046595323937?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7422959046595323937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=7422959046595323937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7422959046595323937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7422959046595323937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-my-book.html' title='Of my book'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113310631302116529.post-7948277352373730815</id><published>2011-08-05T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:57:18.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of names</title><content type='html'>As an aspiring writer, probably the hardest thing for me to come up with is names. It's not easy for me. I mean, I want my characters to come across as cool. Has anyone noticed the 'cool' characters on t.v. have 'cool' names? It's probably the media that started it but since it's ingrained into the minds of kids, (I myself probably included) I might as well stick to it. Plus I don't want to go against the norm. Cowardly me.... So my characters need cool names......now if I could come up with them. I totally ranted in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113310631302116529-7948277352373730815?l=onegirlonelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7948277352373730815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9113310631302116529&amp;postID=7948277352373730815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7948277352373730815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9113310631302116529/posts/default/7948277352373730815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegirlonelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-names.html' title='Of names'/><author><name>Siang Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11169291611761980824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv4skL4DY3I/Ti78XLIDcwI/AAAAAAAACYU/ByjqpNv7fSk/s220/DSC07660.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
