<?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-21141309</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:50:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-cloud</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-748800172121737203</id><published>2007-08-20T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T03:16:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys i changed my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://phuffer.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-748800172121737203?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/748800172121737203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=748800172121737203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/748800172121737203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/748800172121737203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guys-i-changed-my-blog-httpphuffer.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-742734664784837489</id><published>2007-06-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:43:52.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sometimes we do take things for granted but we ignored them anyway &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;guess i have been missing out many posts lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don t have the inspiration to blog anymore or in other words, plain lazy! hahaha. now that i don t have to go to school tomorrow (due to my flu), shall just take this time and blog now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so much things has been happening lately! &lt;br /&gt;i just started my new semester in Tp and the new subjects are a killer again. I actually have to learn the History of Art. I was having difficulties finding some items during the 15th Century just now but i have finally finished them. i am so proud of myself :D however, i find my information quite redundant. Let's just hope Kee Jan would give a quick flip to them and give me a B! for neat work. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you give me a stupid C for my last writing portfolio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not forget your cruelty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i have to be in the same group as lychee.&lt;br /&gt;i was super devastated. i almost cried. &lt;br /&gt;i think rest of my group members felt the same way as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i felt sorry for lychee initially.&lt;br /&gt;but he started becoming annoying to everybody that you can t help to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to be nice but, argh, nevermind no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my next subject , it is drawing ess! i am quite okay with that honestly! however, i am having a lil trouble shading now . i don t have much confidence into drawing anymore. There is so much compeition within one classroom. The pressure actually chokes you. There is so many hidden personalities in everyone. Like, how Y can tell you to shut up but she makes so much noise herself. Or, C keep saying she hates shading but she can do it so well. Even H, she has the face of a angel but she is kind of selfish to share how she do her piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even an artist can have its own politics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just glad i have my own clique of friends which i can rely on when i am down and share the joy together as one big family. hey guys, i really appreciated you for being here when i really need you. :D i love you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to uplaod the photos that has happened during the missing posts. unfortunately, the stupid computer won t let me . It keeps hanging on me . I know i know , i keep complaining and warning that i will get a lappy ! I never seemed to have the time. Also, i feel partially guilty about buying it as it is quite expensive and i am not sure if i actually deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just summarise what has happened then,&lt;br /&gt;you just have to wait for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated my dearest dawn's 17th birthday at Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;we gave her a surprised ice cream cup with a candle on it,&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my astronaut, there is not one day where i won t laugh whenever your around. i have always enjoyed your sarcasm and jokes. They never fail to make me teared and tummy ache. i love you my dear astronaut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to night safari with deborah, wee kiat and ryan! :D we had a blast. Just a tip for you guys, if your planning to take pictures of the animals with your lousy digital camera, don t bother. you can t even use flash and the whole place is dark still. i rather you use your camera's battery energy to camwhore at lited place or a area where there is no animals &lt;em&gt;so you can use the flash. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a lovely surprise from si hui and brandon!&lt;br /&gt;they bluffed me they want to meet me after supper and asked if i was in night safari already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah, weekiat, ryan and i were at this dark secluded area looking for a sugar glider through a glass but we coudln t spot any. Suddenly, a couple walked over and the guy started saying how his brother found this at some place and kept it as a pet. I happened to turn and found the guy's figure super familar. I kept staring at him with my arms crossed like i am in deep thoughts when suddenly the lady came over and started shaking me and shouting my name , JINGYUN JINGYUN JINGYUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;i was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was si hui and brandon!&lt;br /&gt;god, i was freakin happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost hugged si hui when i realised that brandon was there and how the previous incident of me hugging him at my birthday party was awkward. i stepped back and pretend slap both of them. hahaha, they didn t even know i was at that area. they just happened to got out of the tram which was near the sugar glider area. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one hella surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another surprise i had was after floorball training last saturday&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling quite low because i felt i had not did my best and forgotten my basic. i was late when sch e came over to pick me and i got shouted at. i felt quite moody in the car as she drove over to pick ah kim when i saw another figure beside her,&lt;br /&gt;like omfg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; it is NG YI LIN &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she was coming back on monday la!&lt;br /&gt;i was so happpppy. i almost cried lor D:&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISSED HER TO THE MAX! there was so many things i wanted to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;oh ng yi lin, your home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated sufen's birthday&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SUFENNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, &lt;br /&gt;never seen before, &lt;strong&gt;sufen's birthday cake was an agar agar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, the candle can stand straight!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i better go. &lt;br /&gt;it is 3:43am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-742734664784837489?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/742734664784837489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=742734664784837489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/742734664784837489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/742734664784837489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-we-do-take-things-for-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6638051009468144239</id><published>2007-06-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:08:57.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;pigieooooooooooooooooooooon &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna blog a lot of posts today!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i got this blogging spree now.&lt;br /&gt;i better use it now in case my laziness overcomes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn, si hui and i went tp briefing on monday!&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to city hall area to shop&lt;br /&gt;and i got a pink sneakers! :D  &lt;br /&gt;then they came over my place so dawn can finish her apel quiz.&lt;br /&gt;then i played with the camera&lt;br /&gt;then si hui irritated me by keep repeating she want a nail clipper&lt;br /&gt;then i got irritated and use the nail clipper and tried to clip her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsXhyls8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BB7S3eB_hHk/s1600-h/P1030714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsXhyls8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BB7S3eB_hHk/s320/P1030714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078561050021180354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy's tiny ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna tease buddy now.&lt;br /&gt;cause she keep bugging me and say i have no math sense.&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYByls9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3sqmWaJjCD0/s1600-h/P1030712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYByls9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3sqmWaJjCD0/s320/P1030712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078561058611114962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so buddy! &lt;br /&gt;ever sometimes , you have a super big urge to swim or poke people?&lt;br /&gt;it okay, i found a cousin who looked exactly like you :D&lt;br /&gt;your animal family tree have expanded! hahaha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqwFxyltBI/AAAAAAAAATc/ATku5W6uWlI/s1600-h/P1030603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqwFxyltBI/AAAAAAAAATc/ATku5W6uWlI/s320/P1030603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078565143125013522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your cousin, Puffer Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYRyls-I/AAAAAAAAATE/Ny5GQ5NXAQg/s1600-h/P1030743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYRyls-I/AAAAAAAAATE/Ny5GQ5NXAQg/s320/P1030743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078561062906082274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a lot of people thought you were one of the celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYxyls_I/AAAAAAAAATM/8mtC9UqlpJ4/s1600-h/P1030751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsYxyls_I/AAAAAAAAATM/8mtC9UqlpJ4/s320/P1030751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078561071496016882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slight resemblance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqwFxyltCI/AAAAAAAAATk/WqyBRi_cCto/s1600-h/snooope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqwFxyltCI/AAAAAAAAATk/WqyBRi_cCto/s320/snooope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078565143125013538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lil wittle gap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsZRyltAI/AAAAAAAAATU/zNU0fAkK9vQ/s1600-h/P1030764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsZRyltAI/AAAAAAAAATU/zNU0fAkK9vQ/s320/P1030764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078561080085951490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i love you HENG SI HUI! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6638051009468144239?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6638051009468144239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6638051009468144239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6638051009468144239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6638051009468144239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/pigieooooooooooooooooooooon-hello-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqsXhyls8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BB7S3eB_hHk/s72-c/P1030714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4566277516256000846</id><published>2007-06-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:32:01.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; thailang &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;hello hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;i am back from thailand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was back long ago like on friday! and i was too tired to blog because i was pissed off with something. and today, i wanted to go for floorball but i had a fever and a bad cold! D: omg, how! div 2 is coming and i am getting sick! this is sad la D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must get well soooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the thailand ( ko samui ) trip was not bad! &lt;br /&gt;i sat on elephants, watched them perfom tricks like this.&lt;br /&gt;they are really cute! they even gave me elephant massage! hahaha, freakin ticklish like crazy. they kept using their trunks to kiss my neck. love bite! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rnql_Ryls4I/AAAAAAAAASU/KQ9DRpTm704/s1600-h/P1030572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rnql_Ryls4I/AAAAAAAAASU/KQ9DRpTm704/s320/P1030572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078554036339585922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! we went to the beach where we can see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rnql_hyls5I/AAAAAAAAASc/lpUyERcPGrQ/s1600-h/P1030607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rnql_hyls5I/AAAAAAAAASc/lpUyERcPGrQ/s320/P1030607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078554040634553234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandfather rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqmAByls6I/AAAAAAAAASk/537xHvRmvJE/s1600-h/P1030609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqmAByls6I/AAAAAAAAASk/537xHvRmvJE/s320/P1030609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078554049224487842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandmother rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to see a mummified monk! this monk is special! since young, he has been eating only vegetables and fruits and he can go meditates in the jungle for a month. they say he can predict the future and he knew that he was going to die so he sat in that position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqmAhyls7I/AAAAAAAAASs/MS2isehh7VM/s1600-h/P1030615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RnqmAhyls7I/AAAAAAAAASs/MS2isehh7VM/s320/P1030615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078554057814422450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made him wear a sunglasses because if a kid see it, they might be scared cause they remove his eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a lot of clothes! cheap cheap cheap! :D &lt;br /&gt;hahaha, totally shopping spree! i got new tees to wear for my next semester! happy! no more feeling consious of whether anyone notice that you just wore that shirt last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. they are playing his favourite song on the radio now.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to talk to him but, there seem to be this invisible tension like that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to wake up early tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;have to choose a CDS. i dunno what to choose D:&lt;br /&gt;help! should i take japanese?&lt;br /&gt;yamaha, meiji, sushi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe french!&lt;br /&gt;delifrance, bonjour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or italian!&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti, pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;CMA1X01 Calculus &amp; Analytic Geometry&lt;br /&gt;This module provides you with a firm foundation in mathematics so as to better prepare you for higher education. Topics include functions and graphs, trigonometry, differentiation and integration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si hui suggested that.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i am a math nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4566277516256000846?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4566277516256000846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4566277516256000846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4566277516256000846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4566277516256000846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/thailang-hey-guys-hello-hello-hello-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rnql_Ryls4I/AAAAAAAAASU/KQ9DRpTm704/s72-c/P1030572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1388303043102539050</id><published>2007-06-12T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:44:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i dunno why you have to bother me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad fetched me to TP today and i know after today, if he can fetch me i will never take up the offer. today, when he scolded my mother for not telling him to turn and confusing the fuck outta him, i was affected too la. i mean, of course he will be confused ! he on the stupid GPS while my mother is talking. So when GPS say turn left ( for the long way ) and my mother say turn right for the short cut, he will be cocked up la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is so rude to on the GPS.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my father to think my mother is alway on the dumb and uneducated side, and everytime he scolds her, i get affected too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also scolded me for sleeping late.&lt;br /&gt;it is my floorball training and i didn t made him late,&lt;br /&gt;he just can t keep his big ass mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how he can be so split personality, isn t it tiring?&lt;br /&gt;he is such a fhucking cock up arsehole at home,&lt;br /&gt;yet a loving and popular lecturer in singapore poly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good work, dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was alright today. &lt;br /&gt;i think i was chionging all the way during drills, everybody thought i was mad at somebody. hahaha, i just felt i really really really need to improve. div 2 is coming up la ! besides, because the juniors come to every trainings now, there is so many lines when playing matches. Sometimes we don t play enough D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and watched Shrek 3 with michelle and haha!&lt;br /&gt;it is not a bad movie! i don t mind watching it again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home seriously shagged from today's training and yesterday's match.&lt;br /&gt;so i had a super looooong nap like from 7pm to 11pm. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;and buddy woke me to join bradon and her for dinner but i told her i coudln t make it and continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then brandon went to call me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bran: come la! we go eat dinner la. come come come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: i am still tired and sleepy, your two go, i don t think my mom even allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bran: i am also tired! but i made a effort to come! come la! let have dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: brandon, because your very tum jiat and always hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, if the end, he forced me out of the bed by kept nagging at me and i was thinking of how to ask my mum and before i could say anything, she asked me if i was still going out with my friends. like omg! she actually allow and it was like 1115pm! i was so happy that i quickly changed and went to met up with them. this is the first time i am allowed to have a late dinner :DDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t realised my father was actually watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was still groggy when i met them cause i kept saying nonsensical things that they didn t understand. like when brandon asked me when am i leaving for thailand tomorrow, i said tomorrow morning evening. hahaha, even si hui's cousin laughed at me la! i am so happy to see si hui and brandon back from their holiday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to upper serangoon area to eat and i saw michelle with her boyfriend! &lt;br /&gt;then, i was just about to eat my drumstick when my mother called and said my dad was scolding me and asking her fiercely when was i coming home and why the fuck did she even let me go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take a taxi back.&lt;br /&gt;i was really sad lor D: and afraid my father would come out with his stupid rules and ban or even whacked me across the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sounded so frantic on the phone with my mother while i was in the taxi. i was telling her, it okay! i am coming now , i am rushing over. i am coming alright. after i put down the phone, the taxi driver uncle asked me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; going your boyfriend's house?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving for thailand tomorrow guys!&lt;br /&gt;i will try to blog again soon!&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck tp wolves for friday's game!&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in you guys. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1388303043102539050?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1388303043102539050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1388303043102539050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1388303043102539050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1388303043102539050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dunno-why-you-have-to-bother-me-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3817677759048999043</id><published>2007-06-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:54:06.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;shag to the core of mother earth but i am still blogging &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys! &lt;br /&gt;i am so freak tired from today's events. my whole day was occupied, not a minute of slacking. hahaha, but i totally enjoyed myself today! :D i am happy! super duper loocious haaaaappy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up extremeely early to meet buddy and vinny.&lt;br /&gt;vinny wanted to take some shots at boat quay but he woke up late so he didn t really get what he wanted in the end. however, i think vinny made it up by bringing buddy and i around fullerton hotel as he is working there part time. the best part was climbing allllllll the way to the top floor. omg, the scenary was god dam awesome. :D you can practically see the flyover, merlion and the esplanade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home and got my barang barang to get ready to head to SGS. Overall, i think i did pretty okay! i am proud that i actually scored a first time shot assisted by Casper! hahaha, i have always wanted to master it and the feeling is great! :D i can t wait to do these type of shots again! at least this time i try my very best to run up to open space, run towards balls that were initiated to me and not to be kanchiong. Keith also taught me something new on what to do when your cornering your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however we lost to the sgs boys. at the end of the game, keith was really scary. he threw his stick to the table and then to the floor and then he started kicking it for a while and later kept passing the ball so hard against the boards. i have never seen Keith this way. It actually scares me and when he did that, nobody said or did anything. It somehow change my mindset about the Keith i used to know. But, i am glad he didn t vent his anger on any of us. I think mr. wee was dead-shocked about how keith reacted after the end of the game but he too, just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this funny part where i wanted to slapshot the ball into the goal but Oliver blocked my shot and he also took the blow of my stick , right straight to his stomach. he practically bend over and OOAF! hahaha, i was surprised initially but i coudln t stop laughing after that. you should have seen his face la, one big circle! hahah, but i felt guilty for laughing and hurting him so i apolegise to him repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich came for floorball today but she forgot to pack in her shoes. &lt;br /&gt;hahahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to have dinner with von, paper and rich at swenson in town. the dinner was good :D i had steak and ice cream! hahaha everybody shared the ice cream! we had a fun time just sitting down and laughing about our secondary school days. hahaha, there were so many memories to recall la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to check out heeren NUM floorball sleeveless shirt, one ah kua teased me if i can &lt;em&gt;Q stoke/stripe&lt;/em&gt; and started waving his arms in the air like he had spasm. i told him it was &lt;strong&gt;air hook&lt;/strong&gt; and he said , &lt;em&gt;S hold/hole?&lt;/em&gt; and i said a lil louder AIR HOOK. paper said i sounded really fierce when i was talking to him. i felt people shouldn t really pretend they know every cock and bull on mother earth and in the end, they end up talking cock and being a bullshit of themselves. It didn t help he laughed &lt;b&gt;AT&lt;/b&gt; me while asking. it would helped if he approached me what can i do with my stick.&lt;br /&gt;it okay because i get those questions all the time but this is the first time somebody actually insulted floorball right in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don t see me teasing iron fist ladies right in the face saying what do they do with their  volley balls or whatever balls and started jumping the balls in obsene positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we went to play pool later at this really cheap place and after playing for a while, this tiko 50+ man came with a group of girls who were dressed really skimpily and all hanging around him. They started to play pools and unfortunately the tiko kept winning and for every ball he got in, he would say &lt;b&gt; FREE FUCK AH! COMES WITH BLOWJOB TOO OKAY! &lt;/b&gt;. like holy shit, it is a public place and he goes around gambling sexual intercourses to each girls who stupidly kept losing to this tiko who is surprisingly good in pool. And there was this one time where the girl bend over to hit the ball and he purposely stand in front of the girl to check out her boobies. i was quite pissed at his uncontrollable hormones, everything he says is always about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one time when i didn t realise that i was in his way for him to shoot the ball in, he said this to me very sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned and pissed at the same time. he thinks he can call any mary, jane and lucy DARLING! i really felt disgusted. he really have no disgrace or just some super thick skin. argh. pervert! my hair is standing even when i am thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then , before i left the pool place, a guy asked me for my number and i politely reject but he said his friend wanted it and i told him to ask his friend to get it and he said his friend is busy, i told him if his friend want it, he has to ask for it himself and i said sorry but he gave me a sweet smile and told me it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i like about the guy is that, i am so unglam in my sleeveless shirt and stinky pe shorts, he still see something pretty in me. hahahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends gave me a floorball bag for my birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;now i got 2 floorball bag! hahaha, yay :D &lt;br /&gt;i shall use the red one on tuesday and balck one on sat or or or..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper!&lt;br /&gt;yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;rich!&lt;br /&gt;gloria!&lt;br /&gt;lejoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-3817677759048999043?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3817677759048999043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3817677759048999043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3817677759048999043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3817677759048999043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/shag-to-core-of-mother-earth-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5390947653106323587</id><published>2007-06-10T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:24:22.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i am such a bad player &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's carnival was alright.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i felt i didn t play as how i wanted to play it. &lt;br /&gt;for the first match against YJC alumni, i really felt we can do much better than them.i think like pris said it , we need a failure to slap us across the face and we will then only wake up and score the goals that were needed previously against the match we lost against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised also before i played in any or EVERY floorball match, i get so kanchiong and forget all i really needed and wanted to do in a floorball match! like omg, i woudln t pass the ball flat on the ground as supposed to or looked up before i passed the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a selfish brain. i think that everybody in my team can get my ball or can run as fast as they can to the spot where i am passing the ball. i honestly felt disappointed in myself yesterday. i think haha was quite pissed at me too D: oh well, whatever it is, i am going to improve myself from the next training onwards.&lt;br /&gt;i don t care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to run up to every ball that is meant for me instead of just standing there waiting for it to come to me. i am gonna have to learn my whole repositioning again and be rough on the court ever so to intimidate my players. most importantly, my freakin stamina. i will to run as if my ass is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am playing against my own secondary school&lt;br /&gt;i don t want to be playing like how i played yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello tempura deborah,&lt;br /&gt;your already on the way to the airport while i am typing this. anyway have fun in phuket! like you said, get the sand! hahaha, we want to see what is the difference between the beaches we are going to. take care of yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is scared my father might have a heart attack when he see me in a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;i told her that i felt the same way too&lt;br /&gt;and if my father might have a heart attack, what about my grandfather?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5390947653106323587?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5390947653106323587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5390947653106323587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5390947653106323587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5390947653106323587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-such-bad-player-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3425036379577508185</id><published>2007-06-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:13:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; joey peng &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think joey is funny.&lt;br /&gt;here is a conversation between me and him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmmNvxyls2I/AAAAAAAAASE/iW506IvVChI/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmmNvxyls2I/AAAAAAAAASE/iW506IvVChI/s320/me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742307168465762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed him a baby picture of me and &lt;br /&gt;asked if i am cute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he didn t answer me and showed me his baby photo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmmNvhyls1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/yoPYuK3hcd8/s1600-h/joey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmmNvhyls1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/yoPYuK3hcd8/s320/joey.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742302873498450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t answer him too&lt;br /&gt;i just laughed super hard and long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-3425036379577508185?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3425036379577508185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3425036379577508185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3425036379577508185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3425036379577508185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/joey-peng-i-think-joey-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmmNvxyls2I/AAAAAAAAASE/iW506IvVChI/s72-c/me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1423020219134405829</id><published>2007-06-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:37:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; fast food blog log wold. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys! &lt;br /&gt;gonna make a quick post about today as i have to wake up super early for my floorball carnival tomorrow. please wish tp wolves a lot of luck okay :D i hope we can score like some crazy shit. hahaha, i am so dam excited tomorrow! i hope i can sleep tonight but i somehow know i can t. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my astronaut today! &lt;br /&gt;she treat me earrings lor :D so cute. i love you girl! dam it. &lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn t make you laugh so much today! &lt;br /&gt;next time i promise! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went out with tempura deborah in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, saw a guy who really seriously looked like wee kiat la! &lt;br /&gt;then on our way back, we talked about boobies. it was god dam hilarious la.&lt;br /&gt;and later we sat down at burger king to rest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah: help me buy drink leh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: what drink do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah: i don t want coffee , i don t want tea.. SURPRISE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i walked to the counter and came back with &lt;em&gt;a cup of water&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what? it is still a drink right. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guys, i gtg now! &lt;br /&gt;goals to score tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG! I SAW NEW URBAN MALE HAS SLEEVELESS SHIRT OF FLOORBALL!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT! BUT IT IS SOOOO FRIGGGGGIN EXPENSIVE D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1423020219134405829?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1423020219134405829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1423020219134405829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1423020219134405829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1423020219134405829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/fast-food-blog-log-wold.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-7885203027795413272</id><published>2007-06-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:39:54.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hey there delilah! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmgzdByls0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IRWZZavnkFc/s1600-h/Image(1065).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmgzdByls0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IRWZZavnkFc/s320/Image(1065).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073361554022708034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. &lt;br /&gt;i finally got what i wanted, a bee key knee. :D&lt;br /&gt;and 2 tops from dorothy perkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lost one kg! hahaha, yay! &lt;br /&gt;okay, i am feeling quite high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can t wait for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;i get to meet astronaut and my tempura deborah! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you guys have the song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there delilah by plain white tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you send to me pleaseeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were snacking at macdonalds, i was taking pictures with huay yi and wen told me not to smile with my &lt;B&gt;teeth&lt;/b&gt; because it is not natural. i was like, no, smiling with teeth is more natural! so i took 2 pictures, one with teeth and without. it is so hard to smile without your teeth! i looked more forced! i looked like those, i-dont-want-to-take-a-picture-with-you-but-i-shall-just-do-it face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, huay yi agreed with me, i look nicer smiling with my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=B not :) !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-7885203027795413272?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7885203027795413272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=7885203027795413272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7885203027795413272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7885203027795413272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-there-delilah-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmgzdByls0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IRWZZavnkFc/s72-c/Image(1065).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-7323703311472659897</id><published>2007-06-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:45:04.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; neeh nehh pok la &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, put colgate in the oven, you'll get hotgate :] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know that :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, put colgate in the oven, you'll get hotgate :] says:&lt;br /&gt;not to offend you or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, put colgate in the oven, you'll get hotgate :] says:&lt;br /&gt;i am glad we are of sme status or IQ or EQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;im glad we are also &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;then we dont feel like the dumbest or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;or the SMARTEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;wonder what make us enemies last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;highest EQ can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;not what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;is who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE HIGHEST EQ DAM IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy, i can install you in my heartware. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah in their face man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-7323703311472659897?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7323703311472659897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=7323703311472659897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7323703311472659897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7323703311472659897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/neeh-nehh-pok-la-jy-put-colgate-in-oven.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3337458439503293284</id><published>2007-06-06T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:12:32.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; fhuck &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling so low right now. i think this 'low' thing is passing around recently and apparently i got it. i am always told every mother will always love her kids equally as they are of her blood. Somehow, i feel it is impossible. How can you know you love this person equally as the other when there is no mathematics involved or scientific facts to prove it is &lt;u&gt;equal&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i, myself, can never treat 2 people with equal treatment when i claim their status are my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, he is overseas, you miss him dearly but sometimes the way you treat me and him can be so obvious sometimes and i have to tell you, it hurts man. . you know i hate that. i don t find how you can always find my lil weak points and faults to tell on and when you asked me where my brother have done wrong in, i can t even &lt;b&gt; name one &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you love me in a certain manner, but you sometimes treating me like a dumbass. i don t see how i can prove myself wrong. i know i was never good in studying, never good in this and that and almost caused your death last year during my O level which you didn t for my brother cause he is smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my 'hard' is never hard enough for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i can t stand the way you always compare me and your husband having the same qualities. it is always 'we' and you can go on and on about us. humans make mistake, it is not as if i want to lose my card and shoe on purpose. it really pains me to as sentimental value not &lt;em&gt;finanicial issue&lt;/em&gt;. why is it you can t scold me instead of just telling it behind my back to your beloved dam son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, can you listen to my opinions? &lt;br /&gt;you son stay in australia and your daughter stays in singapore, in the same house as you. and you ask your son if &lt;b&gt; you should change the heater in the common toilet and how he feels about the heater&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello mummy, your daughter is at home bathing in the common toilet everyday while your son haven t  bath there for 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with buying one more extra box of donuts for my friends when your buying it for nana they all? we can buy it all at one shot, it is not as if he is bringing a lot of luggage home. i wonder deep down if you ever complaint in your heart that he used to buy one box just for his gf and she is not even &lt;b&gt; blood&lt;/b&gt;. the reason you stated for not buying for my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think when we don t see each other often, we will apparently like each other more. &lt;br /&gt;oh fishit.&lt;br /&gt;there are other people out there who are fhucking worse than me. what is there to be low about? god. i think i am just feeling fhucking insecure now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope i am feeling paranoid now. But it always happen and in the end, leaving me to be pissed and then going into one corner being quiet. omg, this is such an emotional post. i can t help it la. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a childish post.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played badminton with buddy and brandon but we coudln t play as well as before due to a windy day today and something embarrassing ( look i spell it right! ) happened to buddy which made brandon and i laughed so hard. I don t want to post it. hahaha, if she don t even want to post it on her blog, i think i shoudln t too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch bridge to tabijdhsjkfh ( can t spell it ) but coudln t. so in the end, we watched the count of monte cristo. it is really a good show. you guys should watch it . it is all about this guy who is all out to seek revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later went to have dinner with brandonbuddyian.&lt;br /&gt;it was so freakin smelly halfway as this uncle was smoking weed after weed. i had a bad headache after that. almost vomited. i came home and scrubbed my body like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my father is in a bad mood because he lost his car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey buddy! &lt;br /&gt;i am gonna miss you when your in malaysia! please take care while your climbing the mountain okay! don t be so keh kiang and later hurt or embarrass yourself in the end! hahaha, can t wait to see you soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-3337458439503293284?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3337458439503293284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3337458439503293284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3337458439503293284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3337458439503293284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/fhuck-i-am-feeling-so-low-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-580047047302670592</id><published>2007-06-05T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:46:41.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hey there delaila! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i spent the whole day slacking!&lt;br /&gt;i totally wasted my time watching my cable tv and figuring the Life! suduku which they give every sunday! i am trying to attempt last sunday one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so happy! &lt;br /&gt;i got a floorball compeititon this saturday at yishun jc! &lt;br /&gt;YAY! i can use my new shoes and new stick bag! &lt;br /&gt;no more worries of clumsily running and falling down halfway. :D &lt;br /&gt;oh god, can t you sense i am happy! yaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle! &lt;br /&gt;you don t have to carry 3 sticks in one bag anymore! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this post is just for you NG YI LIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey babe! &lt;br /&gt;don t stress yourself out too much okay! though you have your exams coming up soon, still, take a break okay sweets? your brain is not a machine and even so, a machine needs a break every now and then! i am glad you took your lil walk and NO! it doesn t sound stupid ! only people who cut themself are the msot stupid things ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, you are not going to die! he is just another piece of faggot who is jealous of your genious brain! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am counting the days for you to arrive here!&lt;br /&gt;i love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-580047047302670592?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/580047047302670592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=580047047302670592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/580047047302670592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/580047047302670592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-there-delaila-today-i-spent-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-9202798494918795894</id><published>2007-06-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:15:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i am here! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONG PAPER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is all for you! &lt;br /&gt;the tagbox is toooo small to contain what i want to say to you so i shall say it here! hahah i know i am freakin sweet :D don t cry when you read this , i know your touch already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my paper kuku jiao,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life always don t go our way but when it does, we must make full use of it alright! hahah, and your life don t suck! it just that your too busy with other commitments then to have time for yourself. don t worry girl, we will wait for you to have the time and once you do, we will make every lil bit of it to laugh and have fun time of our lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don t hate floorball alright! we have yet to still challenge each other! :D &lt;br /&gt;i miss playing with you and against you! &lt;br /&gt;can t wait to see you my dear girl! &lt;br /&gt;please take care and we live so freakin nearby!&lt;br /&gt;and if you need a shoulder to cry on, just a sms away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile okay babe! &lt;br /&gt;you look pretty that's why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-9202798494918795894?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/9202798494918795894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=9202798494918795894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/9202798494918795894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/9202798494918795894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-here-wong-paper-this-post-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8014618266001535021</id><published>2007-06-04T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:51:41.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; just believe girl i will pay the bill by selling my old guitar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can t stand my thighs. they are so freakin fattish! argh,  i can t get them to stop wobbling all the stupid fat fat fat. i think the only way to get rid of them is liposuction but i am too scared , i am not a pain thresholder. i think i told almost everybody i know that i feel fat and bloated till they are annoyed. IT IS MY LEGS AND MY ARMS LA D: and i got a tummy now! i never used to have a tummy! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was weighing myself and i groaned when i stepped off the scale and my mommy heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: feeling fat huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: yeah lor. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: &lt;b&gt; it is your hair la, too long already &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes her answer can get so.. corny but her answer actually let me wonder if it is really is. oh well. FAT is a depressing topic. how not to ponder about it when most of my best friends are skinny and stick thin! booo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, while waiting for the bus, a bangala came over and sit beside me when there are another empty bench near me. He kept blocking my view to see the oncoming bus and i think i move my body super frequent for him to get the message and then later he did another irritating thing, he kept knocking the metal bench to &lt;B&gt; make music &lt;/b&gt;. hello, bench is for people to sit down not a make-shift drum. I bet if there was a coconut tree at the bus stop , i can see him dancing there. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway he kept knocking the bench to irritate me on purpose but i pretend not to hear because i had my mp3 ear piece in my ear thankfully and after a while he stopped and &lt;b&gt; rubbed his knuckles &lt;/b&gt; . hahaha serve him right. it must have hurt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained super heavily and lucky buddy's mother fetched us there and halfway they argued in the car and made me laughed like mad la. Buddy's mom scold her about being fussy on food because she want to eat outside instead of at home and called her a &lt;b&gt;fussy king&lt;/b&gt; and buddy said &lt;b&gt; QUEEN LA! &lt;/b&gt; then the mother went &lt;b&gt; KING LA! &lt;/b&gt; then buddy went &lt;b&gt; QUEEN LA! I GIRL LEH! &lt;/b&gt; hahaha .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also when we drove past the bus stop, buddy's mother kept pointing to any person sitting at the bus stop whether it is dawn. HILARIOUS LA! this one ah? this one ah ? this one ah? this one ah? that one ah? the one in blue ah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy, astronaut and i had lunch at Tm.&lt;br /&gt;buddy had to go off to do her church stuff while dawn and i went to far east to SHOPPING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we each bought a top from threadless tee! :D &lt;br /&gt;yay, i got a new shirt! hahaha but i need more more more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we went to hans to rest our feet and i went to order to the cashier to order a ice milo. and after i ordered, the cashier turned her head and shouted ONE ICE MILO! and the best part was after she shouted, &lt;b&gt; she walked to the kitchen area and made the milo &lt;/b&gt; LOL! like wth ! i mean people shout is to ask the staff to make the milo but she shout and made the milo herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told dawn and we both laugh super loud.&lt;br /&gt;and we sat down to share our childhood stories and hers is really funny hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;made me cry la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i made dawn abit irritated today cause she roared at me and cracked her knuckles as if she is gonna beat me up soon D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-8014618266001535021?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8014618266001535021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8014618266001535021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8014618266001535021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8014618266001535021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-believe-girl-i-will-pay-bill-by.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5425455591771770623</id><published>2007-06-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:14:45.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hello hello? can you hear me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmLMnosurpI/AAAAAAAAARs/xG3H8c2vvFY/s1600-h/Image(1018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmLMnosurpI/AAAAAAAAARs/xG3H8c2vvFY/s320/Image(1018).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841111684591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy going out the past days :D&lt;br /&gt;went to play badminton with buddy and brandon. &lt;br /&gt;i think we played for quite long and brandon, that tum jiat, kept getting thirsty and hungry every single time. it is so funny la. there was this one time where he was about to hit the shuttlecock but suddenly stop and stone. buddy and i asked him what was wrong and he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; can t you hear that? the ice cream man! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy and i laughed so hard la.&lt;br /&gt;forever tum jiat lor he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass to help tempura deborah study today but she kept getting distracted by her hunger and other nonsensical things. dear tempura deborah, i want you to name the 13 things now! hahaha. don t forget to draw your diagram okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go to school tomorrow to collect my art work back&lt;br /&gt;dam it! why can t we leave it there till the holidays are over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5425455591771770623?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5425455591771770623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5425455591771770623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5425455591771770623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5425455591771770623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-hello-can-you-hear-me-greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RmLMnosurpI/AAAAAAAAARs/xG3H8c2vvFY/s72-c/Image(1018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2693561804743970160</id><published>2007-05-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:47:34.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i love you guys! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to wish all my readers a HAPPY VESAK DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;happy praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8XzYsurhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OquabRArtEI/s1600-h/Image(979).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8XzYsurhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OquabRArtEI/s320/Image(979).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797877013294610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jacket my korkor got me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys, today i am super touched :D i almost cried cause you guys are so sweet! i celebrated my first cake with my dearest TP wolves! thank you guys for the lovely cake! Although i have only eaten one small bite, i felt my face were smashed by one big slice D: thanks to kafoong and pei li and michelle. my nostrils were filled with cream. haha but this is the first time my face was smashed with cake after 16 years of celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and thanks for the spongebob boxers! but why is there a hole in the middle of the pants? HMM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8Xz4suriI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eLjb5POx4tQ/s1600-h/Image(1000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8Xz4suriI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eLjb5POx4tQ/s320/Image(1000).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797885603229218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8X04surkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ts4hdTvfwF8/s1600-h/Image(1001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8X04surkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ts4hdTvfwF8/s320/Image(1001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797902783098434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you shu min for the lil cute packaging of amos cookie! &lt;br /&gt;thank you michelle for the 2 bars of chocolate! ( your card actually said &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; though. HAHA so cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the cake that TP wolves got me, i wish that we will get into the finals of div 2 :D please guys, lets strive hard together, i know we can do it as a team. WIN OR LOSE, WE PLAY LIKE WOLVES! we must give our all man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a quick bath before the guests came for the party. i left TP late and i actually had to climb over the fence because the east entrance was closed due to public holiday. And before that, a security guard actually gave me an evil smile and asked me if i was going back. No wonder la. I dunno why, but i am always meeting people who is always giving me evil smirk like astronaut. haha. but hers is sort of pure intentions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my family members came! (korkor, korkor wee and yi lin still in australia D:)i miss you guys. come back home soon okay! :D anyway, the cousins watched the zoolander show and i still laughed at the same scene of the 'center for ants!' part.&lt;br /&gt;we had our yummy dinner, thanks to mummy! she cooked almost everything, except for the rendang :D okay, i want to give all my heartfelt thanks to my lovely god dam sweetest family ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you wen and yi for the shoe bag!&lt;br /&gt;thank you deborah for the elephant!shower cap!keychain!necklace except the fake spider D: &lt;br /&gt;thank you ryan for the crayons and the markers!&lt;br /&gt;thank you yuan yin for the cute shirt!&lt;br /&gt;thank you nana for the floorball shoes!&lt;br /&gt;thank you school e for the handbag!&lt;br /&gt;thank you ah kim and aunty ai ling for the ang pow!&lt;br /&gt;thank you mummy for the whole party and dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and lastly, to my gatecrashers!&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i have gatecrashers in my party!&lt;br /&gt;dam funny la. buddy went to hang balloons at my bicycle and then they press the doorball and ran away. mommy later called me down and said frantically my friends were here because they wrote their names on the balloons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly called buddy and she answered in a china girl tone and i really thought i called the wrong number! but astronaut's laughter gave it away. hahaha, and when i finally asked them to come out, i was so freakin happy la! they lied and convinced me they coudln t make it for the party! after they pressed the doorbell, they went to hide at my neighbour's house. haha. after i saw them walking out of their hiding place, i almost cry again D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was really surprised man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i immediately hugged buddy and astronaut and urm brandon and joey.&lt;br /&gt;SO WEIRD LA. i gave my first hug to a guy friend. haha, this brandon la! he also opened out his arms. It would be so weird to reject him in front of everybody. BUT OVERALL, i am touched :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bryan coudln t come D:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i really love you all, family friends and wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you buddy astronauts tum jiat spastic bryan and joey kangaroo &lt;br /&gt;for the floorball bag! i really really love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;you guys really can plan a surprise! i still can t thank you guys enough if you can see! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, thank you to those who wished me a happy birthday! thank you for not forgetting my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can participate in those grammys. i am so good in saying my thanks!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8X0IsurjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Sdrw-rNc1DM/s1600-h/Image(1024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8X0IsurjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Sdrw-rNc1DM/s320/Image(1024).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797889898196530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my presents! :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel so love :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2693561804743970160?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2693561804743970160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2693561804743970160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2693561804743970160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2693561804743970160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-guys-i-would-like-to-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rl8XzYsurhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OquabRArtEI/s72-c/Image(979).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3170081129800370532</id><published>2007-05-29T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:09:31.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; oh what love what love! :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RlxsNnu8QDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B60rtOApUow/s1600-h/Image(993).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RlxsNnu8QDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B60rtOApUow/s320/Image(993).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070046261772304434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cover of korkorcard sent to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally open the parcel korkor got for me !&lt;br /&gt;it is a jacket! oh man, bro you rocks la!&lt;br /&gt;i can use it during cold classes in poly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is love man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with my parents today to hougang mall.&lt;br /&gt;i realised why sometimes i dread going out with them. &lt;br /&gt;today, if only my father waited a bit more longer for his bento, the waitress woudln t get shouted at for nothing. When he do that, i always feel like i am the small lil spoiled bitch of the family. i dunno why. feel like a brat of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kaka came over to give me 6 pieces of donuts! &lt;br /&gt;OMG. i screamed with joy la! like MMMMM. all 6 to myself cause my parents don t like sweet stuff which is so unfortunate D: all they like to eat is veggies veggies and veggies and then the gas that are released is like a mini Fatboy with great sound effects. you know what i think? i think we should all exercise our butt now so next time when we are old, we still can control and keep our gas within and save us from embarroussment and looks that the public will give us next time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so random la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how the ants do it.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in a HDB flat on the highest floor, 12 storeys &lt;br /&gt;but i have trail of ants crawling around my freakin house to find a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;how do they actually climb all the way up! Of all the first second third fourth fifth sixth seventh eight ninth tenth eleventh storey, it just has to be specifically mine storey, mine house! can t the ants be lazy and just climb to the second storey instead? don t tell me they like to enjoy the view and breeze too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just small puny brain yet so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really passes fast.&lt;br /&gt;soon, i will be stuck between 16 and 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-3170081129800370532?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3170081129800370532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3170081129800370532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3170081129800370532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3170081129800370532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-what-love-what-love-d-cover-of.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RlxsNnu8QDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B60rtOApUow/s72-c/Image(993).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1008989085418052275</id><published>2007-05-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:56:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sacrificial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking how he could take the girl's attitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;some guys are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i come under the meanttotakethiskindashit batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;pro and cons la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;girls like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;are more attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` IewnaiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;i think your sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;he is head over heels over this girl but he won t admit it to me.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i know my cousin well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1008989085418052275?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1008989085418052275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1008989085418052275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1008989085418052275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1008989085418052275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/sacrificial-i-was-talking-how-he-could.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-196918547468491374</id><published>2007-05-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:02:32.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; MicroHARD! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlr89nu8QCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q7ZcaNnVwg0/s1600-h/Image(954).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlr89nu8QCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q7ZcaNnVwg0/s320/Image(954).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069642466127003682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been such an embarrousing day for me.&lt;br /&gt;astronaut and buddy kept making fun of my 'broken swimsuit'&lt;br /&gt;god. i think bryan and joey were nice enough not to laugh with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;before they came, i actually took time to clean up the house. i must be a good host! :D hahaha. we watched the zoo lander and there was this one part dawn and i kept laughing at. &lt;b&gt;"what is this! the center for ants! how do you expect the children to read when they can t even fit inside!"&lt;/b&gt; that was so fish hilarious la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went up to my room and basically laughed at buddy because she has this 70% resemblance of Snoopy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i would like to take this chance to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; I LOVE YOU NG YI LIN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is so sweet la :D she actually took the time to send to me a doggy card alll the way from australia. ahah! i really love that girl! you make my day! oh man, i feel loved! i still can t wait to see what my brother got me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on msn, i still told him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH KOR. I LOVE YOU LA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first declaration of love towards my brother &lt;b&gt;virtually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-196918547468491374?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/196918547468491374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=196918547468491374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/196918547468491374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/196918547468491374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/microhard-helloooo-people-today-has.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlr89nu8QCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q7ZcaNnVwg0/s72-c/Image(954).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-330381574904530901</id><published>2007-05-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:19:26.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;howdy ho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlm9f3u8QBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vKUxk8Jx5Og/s1600-h/Image(926).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlm9f3u8QBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vKUxk8Jx5Og/s320/Image(926).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069291210816634898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,friends, don t abandon me ! &lt;br /&gt;i know i haven t been updating for a super long time!&lt;br /&gt;i have been too busy with projects and outings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i am so dam freakin free to blog for the whole of june now.&lt;br /&gt;i have my holidayyyys. yes!&lt;br /&gt;i need to note down what should i do, like maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a part time job, go sentosa , THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE, habi lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dam freakin lots to do :D&lt;br /&gt;and it so rocks that my birthday is coming soon :D&lt;br /&gt;yay! so what are you guys getting me! huh huh huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and korkor got me a parcel all the way from australia!&lt;br /&gt;so curious what he got for me! and he is so sweet la :D ever since young , i always wanted a birthday parcel but coudln t , cause it was so dam expensive. I know i only wanted a parcel after my brother's ex gf send to him when she was in America studying. I was so so super jealous of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my parcel is stuck at serangoon garden post office because nobody was at home when the post man send it . OH MAN. i just have to wait for tomorrow! ah, my korkor is so sweeet la ;] haha, now that he got no gf, he can spend the money on his loving sweet pretty sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this month i have been fhucking unlucky lor.&lt;br /&gt;so unlucky, i am so pissed with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;NUMBER ONE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my floorball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;the new one, my brother bought for me before he went to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i gave it to Charlotte to put it in the locker.&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time putting it in the locker and i so regretted it . I would like to thank myself for being so lazy and can t even carry a shoe bag home! anyway, Charlotte put my shoes into a NON LOCK LOCKER and when i cam for the next training, i coudln t find it and it only bang hard on me, it was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i can t say i blame Charlotte. It is actually my fault for putting it there in the first place. I think she must have felt super guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn t help that before the training where i realise my shoe was stolen, i had gotten into a bad arguement with one of my group member. She think too highly for herself and when i actually got her down to have a group talk about what is happening between both of us, she told me &lt;b&gt; i kept lookng left and right during group discussion and i just coudln t pay attention &lt;/b&gt;. i was super surprised? like omg, i felt that was so not true. But i replied back that &lt;u&gt; it was partially my fault and i was sorry about it &lt;/u&gt;. Just when i was about to say what was her problem , she &lt;b&gt; wouldn t let me say! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn t even give me the eye contact! it made me feel like i was the bitchy one instead. I secretly felt that she wasn t happy that bina chose my idea over hers. I mean i can t help to think that way because she only started treating me like this after Bina said her words about our poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i realised that my group member woudln t want to have peace with me even after i have initiated the problem, i think i just lost control of myself not over this, but also over the countless things she did that pissed both my buddy and i , i threw my pencilbox into my bag and told her, this discussion is over. And in the end, i have gotten more black face from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to learn from my brother about democracy but apparently it doesn t seem to work for her. When everybody is doing groupwork together, we are splitting up to do. And there was this one time when i passed to her a paper of my written notes to put up in the power point presentation, she told me how it wouldn t work between me and her because she had nothing to write about and she gave me a black face with it. &lt;br /&gt;And at that point, i felt she actually raise her voice at me when i seriously didn t do anything wrong. It was &lt;b&gt;her choice&lt;/b&gt; to choose a topic: TECHIQUES WE HAVE USE while mine was: DESCRIBING THE POSTER. i honestly felt that was no link between the topics we have chosen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just didn t had anything to talk about because we were suppose to do mix media with our poster like paint, photography and photoshop! In the poster, everyone get to put in each of their capability but after all the communication problem and only have 3 days to complete it, there wasn t a time for photoshopping which She major in and thus, the only techique she could talk about the poster was PAINTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was not happy to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tone that she talk to me in, made me seem as if it was my fault, so when she return me back the paper, i tore it in her face and asked her sternly, what does she want to write about? i was sick of her saying anything anything anything to ever question we asked her. What do you expect from us or even yourself when your answer is ANYTHING. On a serious note, i &lt;b&gt;do not &lt;/b&gt; read people's mind especially hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after throwing my pencil box into my bag and walking off to the library, just buddy and i, i really badly needed to punch something. We went to one corner and played a very ironic song - HAVE A NICE DAY BY STEREOPHONICS. Even after we sat down to do the poster, Buddy said i still looked scary because i kicked the chair hard. I mean , how not to be pissed, when you actually raised your white flag but still got shot down straight in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about this and she laughed because she said i am just mad at the fact that i never get to say my piece about her attitude when she actually said mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think she is scared of me now. &lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the bad group discussion, i went for training and realised my shoes were stolen, i just went to the tracks at the sports hall to cry. The shoes had sentimental value man, my brother bought it ! It took him so long to buy it and then i lost it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;NUMBER 2 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my EZ LINK CONCESSION CARD.&lt;br /&gt;it cost me 55 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost both of these things in a week!&lt;br /&gt;buddy said, i will end up losing 3 things because it is just the way it works.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will lose my mind next if i lose anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy, astronaut and i went to celebrate sherwin's birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sherwin! :D&lt;br /&gt;we got him a volcom shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we walked around on our own to esplanade and camwhored like crazy&lt;br /&gt;stupid buddy and astronaut kept making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;especially buddy la, when she ran after the wrong bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lucky to meet both of them :D&lt;br /&gt;we only know each other about a month but we can click so freakin well.&lt;br /&gt;ah, thank God :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-330381574904530901?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/330381574904530901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=330381574904530901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/330381574904530901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/330381574904530901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/howdy-ho-hahahafriends-don-t-abandon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rlm9f3u8QBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vKUxk8Jx5Og/s72-c/Image(926).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5719298611819373831</id><published>2007-05-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T06:12:24.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; MARIAAAAA, EH EH MARIAAAAAAAAA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess we have been missing out for quite some time huh! &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i have been busy with projects, going out and eventually ended up being too lazy to blog! but i will make it up by telling you what had happened on those blogs that were meant to be posted out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually catch up with the lost times with my paper kukujiao! &lt;br /&gt;went to meet up with her to get her shoes and we decided to have dinner together at AMK - Fish and co.paper was quite scared cause the bridge kept trembling and she thought it was some earth quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiD3eAKP3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tW_Q7RrKayk/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiD3eAKP3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tW_Q7RrKayk/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064442769947901810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was that day where i stuff my whole head in my bag cause i smelt something gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,i 've watched the movie of Romeo &amp; Juilet. It wasn t that bad as i thought it would be . i just didn t understand what they were saying. It was all old engerish and the guy who acted as Romeo ( leonard whitling ) is so hot la :D i am so mesmerized can! he look like the Zack Afron guy who acted in High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiJNuAKP4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NkahBowDBKA/s1600-h/Image(796).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiJNuAKP4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NkahBowDBKA/s320/Image(796).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064448649758130050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! look like right! &lt;br /&gt;except more hot la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after 17 years of my life, i have finally tried Popeye in Changi Airport. yes, i am that way back la ! but, haha, it rocks la . the skin is freakin much crunchier than KFC. After that we took a walk round the airport and took lots of funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiKxuAKP5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/csFUYXCHWXE/s1600-h/jy,sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiKxuAKP5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/csFUYXCHWXE/s320/jy,sh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064450367745048466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all sitting on bryan's leg, except for si hui. she sat on mine and brandon, a leg each! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to brandon's house to do some work and on the way back, si hui and i kept laughing about some smelly thing. it was so freakin funny la. i almost pee in my pants okay. then, huay wen and her family came for dinner and i revise with huay yi some science. i am so proud that my PSLE and my big O in Ohio level is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised how wild my poly friends can get man. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i must state this. Dawn's face was pretty black when MR.chong criticised her work but at that time, i was quite sleepy and it was only during lunch that i laughed about it with si hui. then shet lor, dawn took a picture of me sleeping in the bus.. with my mouth open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si hui, bran,bry and i later headed to AMK hub and started having fun in NTUC. Si hui was forced into the trolley by the boys. so funny la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiOEOAKP6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/e707a_6apu8/s1600-h/11052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiOEOAKP6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/e707a_6apu8/s320/11052007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453984107511714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunch of great pals :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny event was bryan stepped on a freakin cat shit but he didn t realised it until 24 hours later. i mean how freakin hilarious was that la! :D and we kept smelling that vomit smell everytime we meet up with bryan. we didn t know it was him until he checked his shoe. We still thought it was the taxi and the lady who cleared the dishes. The best part was bryan asking his classmate whether did she smell any shit smell and she said yes and accused the guy sitting in between bryan and her. omg, i laughed till my sides really ache. It was so so so long since i cried because of laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, thanks bryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Spiderman 3 with my parents. a 2 hours and a half show. omg, i think i still prefer the first movie. It is too draggy la but it is not so bad. and oh my goooodness, james fransco is so so so so so so so so so so so hot hot hot hot hot! i love the part where he got the memory block and he just kept smiling all the way. oh mannnnnnnnnn. how i wished i was kristen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated mother's day at yi lin's house.&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day mommy! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rkmv7OAKP8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kVPPLrnaBsE/s1600-h/Image(853).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rkmv7OAKP8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kVPPLrnaBsE/s320/Image(853).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064772687860744130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decorations say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rkmv6-AKP7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WSi0EVFmfuY/s1600-h/Image(857).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rkmv6-AKP7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WSi0EVFmfuY/s320/Image(857).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064772683565776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the mommys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we got bored of talking to each other &lt;br /&gt;so we took out chalks and drew all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;this time, we remembered to &lt;b&gt; off the water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bruuuuuttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkmxCeAKP9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/CaLSkYSB1HA/s1600-h/Image(870).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkmxCeAKP9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/CaLSkYSB1HA/s320/Image(870).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064773911926423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkmxC-AKP-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5XlyekmavQ/s1600-h/Image(880).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkmxC-AKP-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5XlyekmavQ/s320/Image(880).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064773920516358114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like sick again. &lt;br /&gt;my whole medical bill cost 84 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;the first visit was 42, so was the second one.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i caught a new flu virus. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when we finish our first assignments, we were given our second assignments straight away. like wth ! i can t wait for next next week man! it is the holidays and my birthday is soon la :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5719298611819373831?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5719298611819373831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5719298611819373831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5719298611819373831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5719298611819373831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/mariaaaaa-eh-eh-mariaaaaaaaaa-hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RkiD3eAKP3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tW_Q7RrKayk/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1916095613359310793</id><published>2007-05-04T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:26:20.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i know how the words get you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjtQU-AKP2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rQ_FPh_KuXw/s1600-h/04052007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjtQU-AKP2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rQ_FPh_KuXw/s320/04052007(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060726927452159842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;today is kinda a embarroussing day for me. i think i made si hui and dawn laughed super hard because of my blur-ness.hm, i blame it on my medicine, but i eat them in the morning, how can the effects last till so dam long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning,&lt;br /&gt;i was so friggin pissed because i got honked at. i hate being honked in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;stupid van driver. he &lt;b&gt; on his signal light &lt;/b&gt; and stopped at the side of the road. i thought he was waiting for kids to board, so i just stand in front of the van and peeked over because the van is blocking my views of car passing by. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, HE HONKED AT ME ! @#$#%^&amp;*$! HE HONKED WHILE I WAS CROSSING THE ROAD, GAVE ME SUCH A BAD SCARE. then, i dunno why, i turned back and gave him a hard stare, super angry look and he still dare to stare back. jiao lan la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet he did it on purpose! &lt;br /&gt;i hoped i didn t see that smirk on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met si hui and we took the bus alone cause bran have to go to boat quay and bryan pontang! we met &lt;u&gt; spring onion &lt;/u&gt; on the bus 72 and he asked &lt;b&gt;why we take bus 72&lt;/b&gt; then i reply back, &lt;b&gt; why cannot&lt;/b&gt; ? so stupid. we take to go to TP la, then go where? hahaha. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she later played me " HAVE A NICE DAY - STEREOPHOENICS " after i complained to her about the stupid driver. HAHAHAHA. so funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later onion followed us to take bus 23, then he kept talking to si hui. i pretend i am not listening and having a daze somewhere.haha, he asked a lot of irritating things in the morning, no mood to answer and somemore, i had this urge to pee, so i just kept quiet all the way. hahaha, sorry si hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late for class again.&lt;br /&gt;then for ideation, we had to do a mindmap on romeo and juilet. i was the only girl in the group and the 3 boys kept talking in chi-na. then i have to remind them fiercely to speak english. then lychee brought markers and showed off on how he brought them but in the end, &lt;b&gt;3/4 of them coudln work &lt;/b&gt;. sigh D: , help me ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had to present it. i asked weiyan to help me present because my throat wasn t feeling so good so when lychee , the supposed last person finished presenting, wei yan was about to end it when lychee shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; WAIT THIS GIRL STILL HAVEN T SAY. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he shouted this in front of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;2. i am not " this girl "&lt;br /&gt;3. thanks for reminding the class, i was hoping they didn t notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gave si hui a "look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. TODAY NO COMDI CLASSS! so we ended super early la. dawn, si hui and i were super excited about shopping today. we were deciding where to go - then we decided on bugis, but before that Onion was dying to follow us. It is so weird la, i mean he is a guy and tagging along while we shopped, i just feel awkward, &lt;b&gt; he don t mind, i mind lor &lt;/b&gt; D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried hinting ever so politely that we want to shop, eat and no guys but he just didn t get it , so when he went somewhere to get something , all 3 of us started grumbling and we came up with an excuse, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH: hey, urm, i dunno if you mind but we going to &lt;b&gt; her aunty's house &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onion: go her house for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy: &lt;b&gt; MY AUNTY COOKING LUNCH &lt;/b&gt; - i had no idea how it pop out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn: yeah yeah yeah. - she dunno what to say-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onion: oh okay, nevermind then D: &lt;b&gt; i have lunch by myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lauuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;why did he have to say that last sentence. &lt;br /&gt;make us feel guilty like shit la. but it didn t last that long though.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;so we took a bus down to bugis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we were walking along the streets of bugis when i created &lt;b&gt; rain &lt;/b&gt;, D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: i cannot wear skirt la. make me legs look very puiiii.(fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH: LOL! say "pui" again, you say until very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjtMheAKP1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/GBSzSKuocIY/s1600-h/puiii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjtMheAKP1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/GBSzSKuocIY/s320/puiii.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060722744154013522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.I REALLY PIU!? dunno why at the moment , my mouth had a lot of smelly water. then i spit out nevermind , THEY WERE BIG DROPS OF SALIVA LA. you know, like the matrix, could see the big drops of saliva flying outttttt then the lady face was like " :O " and she like bend backwards a bit and siam to the left lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then si hui and dawn laughed so freakin hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we went into a shop to look at belts , then i realized that i haven t say to si hui a proper " pui " yet so i went beside her and dawn and said, &lt;b&gt; by the way, Pui. &lt;/b&gt; THEN THEY LAUGH SUPER HARD AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coudln t get it cause i just wanted to prove to si hui that i could say pui (fat) properly but i didn t know that they both thought i was implying to the fat lady working in the shop and i said pui quite loudly la . D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around somemore, and si hui and i got a pair of jeans and dawn, a pretty lacey skirt! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to walk at bugis mall itself and we went into the DC shop cause there was this sale and when dawn and si hui went in, they immediately sat on the resting area. In front of them had a rack of clothes and then in front of the rack had a few standing mirrors. Sheet, i am laughing while typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy: LET's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &amp; SH. still sitting on the chair, feeling super tired and they were laughing about Norbit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H said it very fakely: Hey JY, this pink shirt very nice leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy: Really? Ok ok only what. - examine the shirt closely- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t know si hui and dawn wanted to continue sitting down?&lt;br /&gt;so i continue saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy: the shirt very nice meh? quite plain. nothing special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dawn and si hui laughed like mad. then i thought they saw a fat lady or what through the mirror cause they were talking about norbit, then i still bend down and look through the racks looking for that 'lady'..... and still holding the pink shirt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i just really dunno what is wrong with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up with brandon and andrew and brandon tested us this really lame furck-up quiz. it is so much worse than my dumb test and then we girls gave them back their own poison and gave them the 2 dollar note test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train back , bus and then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT APEL TOMORRRRROW.&lt;br /&gt;DON T WANT TO GOOOO MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1916095613359310793?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1916095613359310793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1916095613359310793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1916095613359310793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1916095613359310793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-how-words-get-you-hey-guys-d.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjtQU-AKP2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rQ_FPh_KuXw/s72-c/04052007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1708947491556812794</id><published>2007-05-03T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:16:58.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sweet sugar candy man &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjnEeOAKP0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PNIWh4th5I/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjnEeOAKP0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PNIWh4th5I/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291679761350466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY GUYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad you are taking my test!&lt;br /&gt;haha, don t care the points la. at least i know how much you know about me and please put your real name, i still dunno who the hell is laur s and a b.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, please confess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway , i have been busy with projects and going out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy being in temasek poly man. i love the people and the culture. i like how going to design block and you know most of the people there. the feeling is just great la :D then the past few days , si hui, dawn and i been laughing our ars off like mad especially me because after i stopped laughing, i will reflect back and then i will laugh hard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can t help but to think about the times when rich and eunice and i had this moment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one time we were supposed to find a design icon and fill in the blanks for the paper. so this is what we wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Orchard road, Paragon, Takashimaya&lt;br /&gt;When : 30th april'2007&lt;br /&gt;Who  : Consumers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;b&gt; what the rest of the class wrote &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: America, NY&lt;br /&gt;When : 1972&lt;br /&gt;Who  : Whoever created the icon like maybe the creator of NIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG . SO STUPID WE WERE. LUCKILY WE WEREN T THE FIRST TO PRESENT if not everybody sure laugh at us. So we didn t know we had to find the history of it , and i had to find about walt disney and no research done because i didn t know, so i just think hard about what the tour guide said when i was &lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;b&gt;Walt disney created Mickey mouse head icon&lt;/b&gt; and he actually wanted to give mickey mouse a longer name but his wife disapprove and blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was a good presentation cause everybody had a laugh until this stupid bitch D: came up with a snob tone and embarroussed right smack in my face ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;I am also doing on walt disney, same as urm, 'jungyuan', it wasn t walt disney who created mickey mouse icon , it was some Mr.(coudln t remember his name. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never-gonna-talk-to-her-ever-again reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;i am always that suay. so nevermind. but after that moment, si hui didn t not talk to me cause she said my face was black. HAHAHA. but later we had a good dam laugh about it in the library. Si hui laughed till she cried while i laughed till my sides ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to city hall area to alter brandon and sihui's jeans, dinner then home.&lt;br /&gt;and i came home happy cause mommy bought me a new big bag to put all my heavy art stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; TODAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried a new route to school today and we were still late , thanks to brandon. I was supposed to meet bryan at my basketballcourt then he told me he is gonna to be late so i said okay but he called me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, My father said he might as well fetched us to the Seletar Camp there so you sit in my father's car okay? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i could say anything about like being shy, he told me to turn around, and he was right behind me. Like , aren t you supposed to call 5 minutes before, he call when he &lt;b&gt; arrived &lt;/b&gt;. haha, after i got in the car, i was fidgetive. can t help it la, not comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Bryan's father asked me for a name and he coudln t get it right for the sixth time and in the time, bryan just told his father to call me JY. I really need a english name, something unique yet easy to remember, maybe call myself &lt;b&gt;BOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we were 20minutes late but Mr.Chong just smiled. HE IS SO NICE LA . MR.CHONG ROCKS because when Moses came in and asked if anybody was late for class recently, Mr.Chong said we are a good class :D wahhhhhhhhhh. he is so my favourite lecturer for the year. we ended early today and we are gonna do the same for tomorrrowwwww! only, MUCH EARLIER! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow , i wonder how much this happiness gonna last, wait till piles and piles of projects pressing for deadlines drop on me, i wondered what am i gonna say. it okay, i am prepared! sort of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at TP and then i had to rush to the doctor because my cough was getting bad. during lunch, dawn asked me to find stupid things in a 2 dollar note and it made me laugh till i had to squat on the floor. i can t help it la, i love this type of things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was speaking to my korkor just now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: Watch out for your father okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: The &lt;b&gt;weather&lt;/b&gt; ? oh, it has been rain and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: your &lt;b&gt;FATHER&lt;/b&gt; la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: oh, father ah. HAHAH! but also the same what, the mood is just as rain and shine  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry, i keep quoting conversations. but they are really funny one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite happy today, i saw my eyecandy! too bad he didn t see me, &lt;br /&gt;i think? maybe he did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1708947491556812794?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1708947491556812794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1708947491556812794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1708947491556812794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1708947491556812794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-sugar-candy-man-hey-guys-d-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjnEeOAKP0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PNIWh4th5I/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6823244029262276210</id><published>2007-05-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:12:43.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; BONG BONG RABBIT DUNG &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/318333"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/318333/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, please take this test :D&lt;br /&gt;for fun, for serious, anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how good you really know me.&lt;br /&gt;sandy, i suggest you take it , inside got your favourite question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good dinner at suntec today. :D&lt;br /&gt;but still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the phlegm got to my lungs nows, so when i talk, i have to cough halfway and then start talking again. i need to cough to gasp for air cause the phlegm is blocking the air passage , but my &lt;b&gt; stupid irritating father&lt;/b&gt; dunno that , and scolds me for talking like that , saying people think you naturally talk like that and he apparently forgot that his dear beloved daughter is sick and he is sick and he &lt;b&gt; coughs &lt;/b&gt; too. He thinks i am fake coughing and said if i really have one , go see a doctor instead of people thinking unwise of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always people thinking this  , people thinking that. he is always scared to lose face, i bet if my face was born distorted or one butt cheek is much bigger than the other , he would abandon me straight away , no hesitation at all. can t stand his big ego crap. And he always listen to Gi ku, if gi ku say this is good , it is good , &lt;b&gt; but if mommy and i say it is good &lt;/b&gt; , he say we should shut up and stop pretending we know what's right for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy suggesting that she should ask gi ku to tell my father to &lt;b&gt; eat shit &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i should write a book called " the circumstances of living under and &lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt; an arsehole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proberly earn millions cause there is so many arsholes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;bye guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6823244029262276210?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6823244029262276210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6823244029262276210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6823244029262276210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6823244029262276210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/bong-bong-rabbit-dung-create-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2797763183306925301</id><published>2007-04-30T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:03:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; incorrigible bitches &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting at the TP bus stop, &lt;br /&gt;i heard a group of bitches talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch A: what cca did you join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch B: floorball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jy smile like mad :D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch C: i thought you don t like sports one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch B: i just join &lt;b&gt; because of my friends mah &lt;/b&gt; but hor, super waste time lor, then i see like not fun leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitches : hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i glared at them like shit.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau, thank god we have trials lor.&lt;br /&gt;if not i sure tekan them like shit if they ever get in.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not &lt;b&gt; I &lt;/b&gt; tekan, can asked like HAZ, JANICE and all the hiong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bitches only waste our time on calculating your stupid timing for shuttle run, 100m and teaching the rules of floorball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2797763183306925301?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2797763183306925301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2797763183306925301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2797763183306925301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2797763183306925301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/incorrigible-bitches-while-waiting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2247625846183000684</id><published>2007-04-30T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T04:30:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; he's a pure bred killing machine &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjXTROAKPzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9jblxnIDZps/s1600-h/Image(769).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjXTROAKPzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9jblxnIDZps/s320/Image(769).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059182049190625074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the first day of school &lt;br /&gt;and i've got homework already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; nooooooooooooooooooooooo D: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it always have to be this way. i miss lower primary and kindergarden days. they were what you called a short brief bliss moment. anyway, forgot to take my medicine early in the morning , so was a lil groggy. met bryan, brandon and si hui :D they are my happy friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later they went to get breakfast from Macs and Dawn said Hi to me but i just found her familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: you looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn: YEAH! we met before in camp what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn: YEAH IN THE TOILET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: OH YEAHHHHHHH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now she calls me the toilet friend. D: &lt;br /&gt;then the good thing is dawn is in the same class as me :D so the 3 of us can lala happily away now . whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late for our first Ideation class but Mr. Chong gave us 10 minutes grace and oh my goodness, my lecturer is about 40 plus and he have a short &lt;b&gt; cute&lt;/b&gt; ponytail. notice the word &lt;b&gt;CUTE PONYTAIL&lt;/b&gt; and the age &lt;b&gt; 40 plus &lt;/b&gt; . they just don t go along properly okay. he love to talk with his hands and have this gentle gay voice and often laugh at his own jokes. i don t think he is gay though, he has a ring in his finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is rather urm, adorable in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he told us to bring a picture of a full bloom rose and a small item for our house that no one can recognise.&lt;br /&gt;and our assignment is next tuesday , we have to do a flim poster on &lt;b&gt; ROMEO AND JUILET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO AND JUILET? ROMEO AND JUILET?&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CENTURY IS THIS!&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO AND JUILET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can t he give like hmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;stomp the yard or something 'in'&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for next next thursday, we have ANOTHER assignment.&lt;br /&gt;we have to do ANOTHER flim poster on &lt;b&gt; romeo and juilet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you heard something shrieking, it is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had a fast lunch and again, a lil late for ComDi class. &lt;br /&gt;i apolegized to Bina but she ignored me and she didn t even read out my name during attendance la. D: so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered gwen saying that if she don t like your attitude , she just give you a big capital D right smack in your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to find design icons and make a collage for Bina.&lt;br /&gt;we ended class super early like 130 and then the 3 of us went to taka to get the list of stuff that mr. chong requested us to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art expenses are so freakin high D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, from this monday onwards, i won t have any monday classes :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;this is great , faboooooolouuuus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, my voice seems stuck like while i am speaking halfway, suddenly it seems like i lost it and then i have to cough and start again.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,enjoy tomorrow's holiday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; HAPPY LABOUR DAY :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2247625846183000684?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2247625846183000684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2247625846183000684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2247625846183000684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2247625846183000684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-pure-bred-killing-machine-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjXTROAKPzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9jblxnIDZps/s72-c/Image(769).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4626989134259935518</id><published>2007-04-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:54:48.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; and maybe when you get back, i'll be off to find another way &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjRdQOAKPxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FDRGmiPTIS8/s1600-h/Image(741).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjRdQOAKPxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FDRGmiPTIS8/s320/Image(741).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058770814661967634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;feeling a lil down at the moment, i just caught a bad flu yesterday and the worst part is i have to be sick on my first day of school! i am gonna meet new friends with my new raspy sexy voice and sickly stamina D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; blooo blooo bloooooo! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had floorball trials yesterday morning, and i am proud to say i am not a newbie anymore! not a newbie in floorball anymore! but everybody agree that, i am still a freshie D: it okay, jy, just another one more year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn t play properly during training , i don t know why, but was quite disappointed in myself for not treating the training seriously. anyway, saw dharmirah during trials and i think she is gonna qualify for it because she wants to be a goalkeeper and normally people wants to play stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; bleurgh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she came over to where i was sitting and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhar: Hey. Mr.Oei said he said hi and he wants you to pass the message to silas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY: Tell him i said Hi back but pass the message to silas himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid D: &lt;br /&gt;how in the world's name does mr oei know i am there.&lt;br /&gt;wah, mr. oei, you message her alll the time huhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to KFC for lunch later and then head down to tampines mall to see nana and then we went to ah kim's house for dinner and then we played a lot of stupid games and then home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a high fever yesterday but it came down.&lt;br /&gt;today's my dad birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just gave him a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4626989134259935518?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4626989134259935518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4626989134259935518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4626989134259935518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4626989134259935518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-maybe-when-you-get-back-ill-be-off.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RjRdQOAKPxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FDRGmiPTIS8/s72-c/Image(741).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4729384179987269704</id><published>2007-04-27T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:39:39.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; thanks for the memories &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i am talking to vincent now.&lt;br /&gt;i met him during the telematch then we added each other on msn when we saw each other in topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is always saying things unconciously but it always crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ah, i show you one example.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted him to exchange jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;actually i got a lot of urm qian da one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;but it can t be told here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;cause i have to use hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;do you have any not !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;izzit that obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;if not i wont be talking to you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean any jokes la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you think i meant ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;do you have any not! (hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS LIKE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME LA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ビンセントvincent says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i though you are talking about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;i am like laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingyun says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, that is considered  a joke already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can t wait for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;i have floorball trainings to go!&lt;br /&gt;better than all you slackers out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;love you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4729384179987269704?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4729384179987269704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4729384179987269704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4729384179987269704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4729384179987269704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-for-memories-haha-i-am-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8357841642323941925</id><published>2007-04-25T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:55:21.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; don t want to be afraid, don t want to look away &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! :D &lt;br /&gt;been posting a lot of pictures lately, hah, at least you guys gets to see the recent pictures of me alright? anyway, suddenly have this itchy urge to blog now. when i feel like blogging, i blog good okay? :D haha. you know what, i feel glad to be in TP now , like seriously, i feel we are really close to each other , like a big family :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hug everybody!&lt;br /&gt;i think fall out boy's song is getting me exceptionally high.&lt;br /&gt;this is good what! no emo post or anything. but i hardly type emo stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;HARDLY alright, i didn t say NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with brandon and si hui before heading down to temasek poly. we went to check out the CCA fair. i felt like a fried human today, what's up with the heat man! anyway, kal feng was really funny when we saw each other at the floorball booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kf: the girl in black and white, want to sign up?&lt;br /&gt;jy: OKAY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. anyway, i might join them to help out at the booth tomorrow. i am willing to sacrifice my skin to give pamplets to my freshies friends :D i can t wait for the trials on saturday though! like i have this zealous strength to run and jump like bonkers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met bryan and jun ji and had lunch at AS food court. the air con's super comfortable. later we took a bus down to watch wild hogs.ben joined us last minute. haha, &lt;b&gt; please watch that show you guys, &lt;/b&gt; you will laugh your pi ku off okay. well, i did la. maybe i am those too ticklish kind. we ate dinner under the lightning sky at the kopitiam just right beside cinnileisure. i was quite freaked out initially , i held on anyway :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon's giro form is really jynx jynx jynx and i have to remind both bryan and brandon. we lost it for the first time at the cinema, i felt like a total sheethole when i have totally forgotten to remind bryan to take the file casing with brandon's giro form in it. it was only after we reached the kopitiam then i screamed for bryan's file. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for the second time, bryan left the file on the bus and when i asked him nervously where was it , he ran like Flash, that marvel superhero, to the next bus stop. too bad, he missed it. in the end bryan and brandon called SBS and we took a cab to yio chu kang interchange before took 76 and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty exciting day today HUH ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i realised for guys? &lt;br /&gt;when it is time to leave, you will say a goodbye but you won t turn back to wave.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i noticed for the guys i met recently :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am sorry. &lt;br /&gt;no pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. &lt;br /&gt;love you guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-8357841642323941925?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8357841642323941925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8357841642323941925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8357841642323941925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8357841642323941925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/don-t-want-to-be-afraid-don-t-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-9178438978820941729</id><published>2007-04-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:52:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I-yo ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4ynd-tcQI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzQTCvj9PRw/s1600-h/Image(706).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4ynd-tcQI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzQTCvj9PRw/s320/Image(706).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057035085227585794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is most of the people in I-yo.&lt;br /&gt;they are LOVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4ynt-tcRI/AAAAAAAAANU/PqCiuPJmYg4/s1600-h/Image(707).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4ynt-tcRI/AAAAAAAAANU/PqCiuPJmYg4/s320/Image(707).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057035089522553106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li lin and I. i dunno what she is laughing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4yn9-tcSI/AAAAAAAAANc/9SFboZyTvGk/s1600-h/Image(710).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4yn9-tcSI/AAAAAAAAANc/9SFboZyTvGk/s320/Image(710).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057035093817520418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serina, me , xing er and li lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene said li lin and i looked alike.&lt;br /&gt;i think jolene need to open her eyes bigger D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4yoN-tcTI/AAAAAAAAANk/kYEP_yyj0t0/s1600-h/Image(709).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4yoN-tcTI/AAAAAAAAANk/kYEP_yyj0t0/s320/Image(709).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057035098112487730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the retarded photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4z3d-tcUI/AAAAAAAAANs/mGyS7yixOho/s1600-h/24042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4z3d-tcUI/AAAAAAAAANs/mGyS7yixOho/s320/24042007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057036459617120578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si hui and i in topshop sunglasses :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4z3d-tcVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M9exALeGeW4/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4z3d-tcVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M9exALeGeW4/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057036459617120594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love bryan's face.&lt;br /&gt;it is 'adorable'. :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for briefing today at TP and was a lil late.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with most of the I-yo people at deisgn canteen, the food is not bad. actually there was floorball training today but nobody tell me so i had to miss it but it okay, i had fun with si hui, bryan and brandon. they really crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied bryan to town to shop for his clothes and he can shop super fast and good :D but my leg is aching like crazy now , they walked super fast and most of the time we got lost because the guys walked and later realised that we are in the wrong direction and we have to walk back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later brandon, si hui and i went to AMK for desserts and i practically laughed like super hard cause we were testing brandon's chinese and i realised that i wasn t that bad. haha, he really can make my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then took a taxi back and home :D&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there is a CCA fair,&lt;br /&gt;should i go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-9178438978820941729?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/9178438978820941729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=9178438978820941729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/9178438978820941729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/9178438978820941729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-yo-this-is-most-of-people-in-i-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri4ynd-tcQI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzQTCvj9PRw/s72-c/Image(706).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1135718677855768498</id><published>2007-04-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:43:35.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i need inspiration, not just another negotiation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZN-tcDI/AAAAAAAAALk/k_M4xMvVbbM/s1600-h/Image(682).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZN-tcDI/AAAAAAAAALk/k_M4xMvVbbM/s320/Image(682).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644513786589234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smile nice nice :D -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcEI/AAAAAAAAALs/b_UVLUhCpmI/s1600-h/Image(683).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcEI/AAAAAAAAALs/b_UVLUhCpmI/s320/Image(683).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644518081556546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peipei: let me tie my hair first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ExJyqoSgKec/s1600-h/Image(684).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ExJyqoSgKec/s320/Image(684).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644518081556562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QvaT01pDcjo/s1600-h/Image(685).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZd-tcGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QvaT01pDcjo/s320/Image(685).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644518081556578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile nice nice again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper kukujiao and i went to school to collect our o level cert today. hah! i am finally a graduate of serangoon garden secondary! good bye old school days and hello to tertiary moments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to J8 to eat KFC for dinner then watched 200 pounds beauty. freakin funny. i kept laughing then the last part &lt;b&gt; WONG PEI PEI CRIED LEH &lt;/b&gt; so emotional hor she. like that also cry. before that, we were telling stupid lame jokes and laughing super loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we took neoprints and pictures on the bus. here goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZt-tcHI/AAAAAAAAAME/CUUAjflK8Ok/s1600-h/Image(687).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZt-tcHI/AAAAAAAAAME/CUUAjflK8Ok/s320/Image(687).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644522376523890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my ai ai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR-9-tcII/AAAAAAAAAMM/iRWE1iCDDr4/s1600-h/Image(689).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR-9-tcII/AAAAAAAAAMM/iRWE1iCDDr4/s320/Image(689).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056647361349906562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this is emo style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w64n7TAikPI/s1600-h/Image(690).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w64n7TAikPI/s320/Image(690).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056647365644873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twits in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/H2QOBLlXDOM/s1600-h/Image(691).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/H2QOBLlXDOM/s320/Image(691).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056647365644873890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ( random shot )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/w6af94ke58g/s1600-h/Image(692).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_N-tcLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/w6af94ke58g/s320/Image(692).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056647365644873906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_d-tcMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sImm6f-uCqA/s1600-h/Image(693).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizR_d-tcMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sImm6f-uCqA/s320/Image(693).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056647369939841218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see her retarded face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTWt-tcNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YwdqUY3XjLk/s1600-h/Image(695).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTWt-tcNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YwdqUY3XjLk/s320/Image(695).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056648868883427538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK STARS! peipei look like some ghost though D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTWt-tcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wJTlaSKGqYM/s1600-h/Image(697).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTWt-tcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wJTlaSKGqYM/s320/Image(697).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056648868883427554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crickets [ foood for the fish ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make a lot of noise. i found it soothing at first but irritating later. now my house feel like a forest or like those, after you tell a cold joke, you hear a cricket sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, peipei let's wave goodbye . we got school tomorrow D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTuN-tcPI/AAAAAAAAANE/cQrW9-rtZbc/s1600-h/Image(694).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizTuN-tcPI/AAAAAAAAANE/cQrW9-rtZbc/s320/Image(694).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649272610353394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1135718677855768498?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1135718677855768498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1135718677855768498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1135718677855768498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1135718677855768498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-inspiration-not-just-another.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RizPZN-tcDI/AAAAAAAAALk/k_M4xMvVbbM/s72-c/Image(682).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6172565034264708800</id><published>2007-04-22T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:04:34.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; bloated pictures in the air &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ris6It-tb9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RT7JxZ1EKdI/s1600-h/Photo886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ris6It-tb9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RT7JxZ1EKdI/s320/Photo886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056198928109498322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen, Peter and Me :D &lt;br /&gt;my shorts pants look like panties man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ris6It-tb-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6T6WiGgJOBo/s1600-h/Photo887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ris6It-tb-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6T6WiGgJOBo/s320/Photo887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056198928109498338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Peter,&lt;br /&gt;i told you he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Li Lin for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;i will try to upload more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rit3kt-tcBI/AAAAAAAAALU/dLkxSAZyTbE/s1600-h/we+are+cool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rit3kt-tcBI/AAAAAAAAALU/dLkxSAZyTbE/s320/we+are+cool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266479355129874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio bu-s! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rit3lN-tcCI/AAAAAAAAALc/enhL_k1IOmQ/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rit3lN-tcCI/AAAAAAAAALc/enhL_k1IOmQ/s320/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266487945064482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benn and me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri43z9-tcWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ilwx5yx3kvQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri43z9-tcWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ilwx5yx3kvQ/s320/IMAGE_157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040797534089570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri43z9-tcXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eGDN7zePuZg/s1600-h/IMAGE_155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri43z9-tcXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eGDN7zePuZg/s320/IMAGE_155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040797534089586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongues for the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430N-tcYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/53EDNb5wIvE/s1600-h/IMAGE_153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430N-tcYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/53EDNb5wIvE/s320/IMAGE_153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040801829056898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange is not my flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430N-tcZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZQ6n1gBbk0I/s1600-h/IMAGE_143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430N-tcZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZQ6n1gBbk0I/s320/IMAGE_143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040801829056914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebellious is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430d-tcaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_p2lBuubefo/s1600-h/IMAGE_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ri430d-tcaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_p2lBuubefo/s320/IMAGE_142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040806124024226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6172565034264708800?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6172565034264708800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6172565034264708800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6172565034264708800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6172565034264708800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloated-pictures-in-air-jacen-peter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Ris6It-tb9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RT7JxZ1EKdI/s72-c/Photo886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-660897480096178465</id><published>2007-04-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:59:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; alright, let's start poly &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RipaGd-tb7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ofToQFh8fO8/s1600-h/JOSEPH!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RipaGd-tb7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ofToQFh8fO8/s320/JOSEPH!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055952598850170802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! &lt;br /&gt;just came back from camp a night ago. i am really shagged but i really made a lot of friends. god damn happy man. and really there is a lot of cute guys in tp design school! i made mostly guy friends because i needed them during the night walk, i was quite freaked out. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the first night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to learn a lot of cheers to provoke other schools and we had to learn this hand sign for temasek poly song. my hands were like all over the place la. in the end , i just ended up laughing because the song was too fast. then we made a group name from the letter 'I' , and we came up with 'I-yo'. don t give me that look, i don t know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were separated into cheerleading or flag making group. i went to make the flag. we made the cloth into some underwear shape and put the paperbag monster on top of our flag to be our mascot. if only i got a picture to show you . it is really god damn cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, we took our own public transport to Sentosa. the trip there was hilarious. jacen and i really knocked it off. we kept telling each other stupid jokes and i tested him the dumb test and he was laughing because he is 60% dumb. Then he told me to play with me , asking me to pretend that our flag is real, call him Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: no.&lt;br /&gt;jacen: come on la. &lt;br /&gt;jy: very lau kuey one.&lt;br /&gt;jacen: it okay, we do it together!&lt;br /&gt;jy: ... ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went into the MRT station and he started talking to the flag damn loudly and everyone started staring at us then i told ' PETER ' to sit beside me and we asked Peter why was he so quiet and a lot of stupid stuff and the old man beside jacen, before he left, he asked Jacen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, where's paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU. DAMN FUNNY? &lt;br /&gt;like already having peter is bad and the old man just come up with another 'P' name to be Peter's friend. my sides ache like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played in sentosa until 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;we had to do some stations game. &lt;br /&gt;fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached back to Tp, it was 3:30 am and aftr bathing, 4 am. i coudln t really sleep. coudln t find a proper position or a comfortable one rather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; SECOND NIGHT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was still quite high the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;the afternoon was a bit boring .&lt;br /&gt;we had briefing on our time table and my time table is like crap. i don t understand wth is it talking about. so frustrating and the way the lecturer talked, i almost fell asleep. and after the briefing is the best part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, they told us ghost stories about design block and i was really scared lor . then i asked bryan to partner me and even before it started, i grabbed on to him like crazy and he coudln t move. He was like , PLEASE LET GO! just stay right behind , anything just grab but don t grab now. So i calmed down and follow right beside him. Then so stupid, while walking in a darm room, i heard a 'BAM' sound , i got such a bad shock, i grabbed his waist and he jumped and then he told me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the monster i am scared of, it is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU.  &lt;br /&gt;then the second time i was walking down the staircase and suddenly one idoit creature jumped out from below and roared really loudly. i jumped from the third steps to the floor and then ran to bryan like mad and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don t understand how can he be so calm&lt;br /&gt;his reaction is so monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept earlier this time .&lt;br /&gt;3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Third Night &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mcdonalds  for breakfast,thanks to pris&lt;br /&gt;we kept laughing at ivy cause she said she want Mcsausages but there is no such thing, only sausage mcmuffin. later we had games against other schools and design school won the best spirited award and i made new friends because we were in the same game team and he not bad looking leh! but super skinny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept laughing like mad cause he kept making stupid jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway they kept making us squeeze in the lobby and then they splashed water on us and it smelt like vomit cause they mixed flour with it . in the end we just 'chong' water and went to jam and hop and dance like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped and talked to michelle for quite long&lt;br /&gt;i really find her cute.&lt;br /&gt;like those shy kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw jacen was really mad and i offered to fetch him home cause he was quite sick and his friends keep suspect , sandy also. D:&lt;br /&gt;but i was really pai seh and it is worse that my father drive like a mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether did it affect his impression on me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i slept from 12 am to 3 in the afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;super shag man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father didn t thank me when i helped him with the printer.&lt;br /&gt;he scolded me for fucking up the configuration when i didn t even do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; your welcome &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marine square with huay wen and huay yi.&lt;br /&gt;we kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;long reduntant post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RipaG9-tb8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mRjRjSbDzw8/s1600-h/huayyi,+huaywen+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RipaG9-tb8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mRjRjSbDzw8/s320/huayyi,+huaywen+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055952607440105410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-660897480096178465?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/660897480096178465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=660897480096178465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/660897480096178465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/660897480096178465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/alright-lets-start-poly-hey-guys-just.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RipaGd-tb7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ofToQFh8fO8/s72-c/JOSEPH!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6802374091966381475</id><published>2007-04-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:24:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; camp camp camp! :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiTYazid5cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ng-pQXSKFTs/s1600-h/drinking!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiTYazid5cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ng-pQXSKFTs/s320/drinking!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054402636839511490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a lil struggle today because coudln t really sleep last night. maybe i was probably excited about today's event or simply my habit of sleeping at 3am everyday ever since the end of O level exams. whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived early at temasek poly. super loner can ): then all the early idoits took up the shaded parts and i have to stand under the hot sun. so for the next 15 minutes, i, being cool, leaned against the railings, sweating like a pig and looked at the koi pond. so stupid ! D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this girl introduced herself to me and i was damn happy? but i hid it well. then i made friend with sarah and we started talking about jobs, holidays, sleeping late and how bad our chinese is. there is this super long queue for registration, the stupid heat wasn t helping anyone. finally we got to the auditorium where the GL were hosting the speech and we got a long lecture from the section head - Moses. i almost fell asleep. but sometimes Moses can be really funny cause he is so sharp and sarcastic with his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got separated into our groups and i was in Wonka (I). silly name right? but i found it quite funny. then i was pushed to sit in between 2 guys and after that i felt super nervous cause i was the only girl in that whole row. then we had to introduce ourselve ( the usual ) at the moment, i met benn and jun yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later i was approached by Li lin which i didn t know previously and she asked me if i was from rosyth and i was like " :S , HOW YOU KNOW . " then she said she recognised me ? but hello, i changed so much leh. so weird. like some stalker or something. then i realised she and benn were from rosyth too and the weird thing was they were just one class beside mine during primary 6. Later Benn and i started laughing because when we introduced ourselve, we were damn formal? but i really never see both of them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, Singapore is really freaking small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played concentration game and it was really confusing for a while then we had to introduce ourselve again and i made new friends such as Queenie. yeah, that's her real name. we had spelling bee after that, gave us some foreign words i have never heard before and i coudln t help but to feel so stupid during then and that's how i met Bryan because he was sitting beside me and i asked him if it was hard, he said it was okay. Designers don t do england man, they do art! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch is expensive and blend.&lt;br /&gt;i will never buy chicken chop noodles again.&lt;br /&gt;i won t go to that canteen ever again&lt;br /&gt;i rather buy from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later we had to make some thing which i think this game is too meaningless to explain but all i know is that my group is so quiet. i can t take it. i kept talking but they just reply back with one word or maybe if i am lucky, 3 words. i coudln t help but to feel consicious like a retard or something. they are all too shy and they are so 'lembek ' , jelly-like you know ? i think out of 23 people there, only 4 or 5 of us were really contributing. SO PATHETIC. i feel pai seh even talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started to pour in the afternoon so we move back to the auditorium and learn to sing song and cheers to irritate the other schools. design school rocks! so many cute guys :D &lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo, what is considered a babe there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bullsheet done.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have a 2 nights camp.&lt;br /&gt;and the design block is haunted ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will love and miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i am so glad i met benn. he live so near me and we can take the same buses. yay! no more loner :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6802374091966381475?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6802374091966381475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6802374091966381475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6802374091966381475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6802374091966381475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/camp-camp-camp-d-woke-up-with-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiTYazid5cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ng-pQXSKFTs/s72-c/drinking!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6581996175366411916</id><published>2007-04-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:44:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; a new level of education! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiNhXzid5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XjVVf_eUjX0/s1600-h/kitty+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiNhXzid5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XjVVf_eUjX0/s320/kitty+!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053990268439487906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i haven t been updating. stupid paper kukujiao just reminded me in my tagbox man. been busy going out lately. i must make full use of my last few days of holidays! and i really made full use of it until my mother is quite pissed off with me . she thinks i am outdoing myself. please~ i know when i am outdoing myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lately , i am glad to say a lot of happy events happened to me recently. nothing crucial. i've been to watch floorball compeition at my secondary school to watch my juniors thrashed hillgrove like mad then watched a scary movie with paper kukujiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to the esplanade with deborah and her friends and then we hang around later ourselves and took plenty of photos except deborah said she will send the photos later which i think it will take forever because she already started school and there no more time for ourselves now . i wonder if i can ever get used to the fact i am gonna study soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to celebrate kelvin's birthday at pei da's house. really enjoyable :D made new friends and luckily i didn t get pushed into the pool but almost, stupid csb made me wet. we bought kelvin a nike shirt. hope he like it anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; happy 19th birthday kelvin :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the day before yesterday, i really was damn proud of myself :D&lt;br /&gt;i played a new level of floorball against yishun JC . ( tertiary level! ) temasek poly won! :D whoo hoo, go wolves! love my floorball team. I scored goals ! but i woudln have done it without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had a free pizza meal, thanks to farah! :D &lt;br /&gt;and then went to town to meet up with rich and yvonne. i am glad i met up with her. guess we really catched up with each other. haha, yeah yvonne, i owe you one ! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my orientation started tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;a new beginning , really excited and nervous. &lt;br /&gt;wish me luck okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6581996175366411916?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6581996175366411916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6581996175366411916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6581996175366411916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6581996175366411916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-level-of-education-yes-i-haven-t.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RiNhXzid5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XjVVf_eUjX0/s72-c/kitty+!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2461657150929937195</id><published>2007-04-08T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T04:49:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; HELLO , I AM BACK &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! :D &lt;br /&gt;did you miss me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from taiwan on last friday and i bought a lot of clothes and earrings and bags :D the clothes there are really cheap compared to singapore , like the maximum amount you can spend on a shirt is $15 over there . so yeah, i was on a spending spree! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls cannot survive without shoppppping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan is quite different from singapore. the taiwanese are very friendly and mostly they speak hokkien and chinese and a lil broken english. taiwan has a night life too, their orchard road is much bigger than ours and doesn t close till 3 am in the morning . they have variety of foods like the chou tou fu ( smelly toufu ) and it really god damn smell like the sewage. it is THAT bad okay. Auntie tian sheng hate the smell the most , she had to bring those medicated oil and stuff it in her nose everytime we walk past the chou tou fu store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan also have plenty of land so everywhere you go, like those village areas, you see a cemetry out of no where. super scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night we have to change hotel and the morning call is always at 5.30 am and the temperature there is around 15C. &lt;br /&gt;it is terribly cold for 6 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the last night i cried because i found a pair of men's shoes under the bed and i got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mother and i slept with the light on. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center &gt; HAPPY BELATED 24th BIRTHDAY KOR :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED 13th BIRTHDAY RYAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCHOOL E ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad that korkor didn t receive my card .&lt;br /&gt;i put in so much effort too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will upload the taiwan pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2461657150929937195?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2461657150929937195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2461657150929937195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2461657150929937195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2461657150929937195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-i-am-back-hey-guys-d-did-you-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1353198143096047988</id><published>2007-03-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:31:20.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; first i have to know &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know , i have so much things to say but i don t seem to have the time now . &lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i dunno how to start, maybe i am just not in the mood to go through that whole long winded story again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will be going taiwan tomorrow for a whole week and coming back on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rate i am reflecting, i think i can get insomia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i miss out anything important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1353198143096047988?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1353198143096047988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1353198143096047988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1353198143096047988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1353198143096047988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-i-have-to-know-you-know-i-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-7160883362564430385</id><published>2007-03-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:42:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; who's that girl? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglJD6NsvSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rqcUkOiuzYA/s1600-h/peipeiscaredofZAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglJD6NsvSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rqcUkOiuzYA/s320/peipeiscaredofZAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046645188960501026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is paperkukujiao.&lt;br /&gt;the skinny ass freak.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i like M&lt;br /&gt;i think she like james&lt;br /&gt;but i don t like M anymore&lt;br /&gt;but i still claims she like james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me .&lt;br /&gt;don t listen to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-7160883362564430385?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7160883362564430385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=7160883362564430385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7160883362564430385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/7160883362564430385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-that-girl-this-is-paperkukujiao.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglJD6NsvSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rqcUkOiuzYA/s72-c/peipeiscaredofZAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3457756533298971971</id><published>2007-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:20:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; rope me in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglD76NsvRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UXsbyGHBJyA/s1600-h/donplaywithme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglD76NsvRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UXsbyGHBJyA/s320/donplaywithme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046639553963408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know , i really miss my brother man.&lt;br /&gt;i missed telling him how's shitty my day is &lt;br /&gt;or shouting to him about other irritating stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although there were some times we fought till we cried&lt;br /&gt;until mommy almost had a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;i still miss him like shit.&lt;br /&gt;and when it is time for him to go back to australia,&lt;br /&gt;i won t fail to drop a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always sleep with my light on &lt;br /&gt;so he would come to my room and off it &lt;br /&gt;because i don t like offing my light &lt;br /&gt;when i am alone in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we always help each other in ps2 games&lt;br /&gt;with statistic or warning about the low health bar.&lt;br /&gt;god. korkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i am missing out on your birthday again.&lt;br /&gt;sickening. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-3457756533298971971?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3457756533298971971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3457756533298971971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3457756533298971971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3457756533298971971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/rope-me-in-you-know-i-really-miss-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RglD76NsvRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UXsbyGHBJyA/s72-c/donplaywithme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5172100596679025667</id><published>2007-03-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:08:29.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; don t think your finished yet. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo. yvonne treated peipei and i lunch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgjYdaNsvPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7koMsHShm2k/s1600-h/floorball+girls..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgjYdaNsvPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7koMsHShm2k/s320/floorball+girls..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046521382233226482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to watch the match between sgs and northland.&lt;br /&gt;sgs lost to northland , 1-3. at least it is not that thrash badly. &lt;br /&gt;took charge of the table for a while and one referee, silas, really pissed me off badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks so highly of himself man and even tried to talk japson into it . i mean i am already not into people who suck up to other and here is a referee telling me who i should vote for and not caring less about my opinions and in the end i gave him a clear " whatever" to end his conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t ask him to show off about his slapshot or whatever shots he think he is so great of . and worse , he talks down of my favourite stick which is a salming? saying it is cheap and not durable which the hidden meaning is , i can afford a better one , i don t like low down stuff and clearly, can t you see, i am rich! and he told japson that he could blow the end whistle when clearly silas isn t refereeing anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he ask japson if he is sick cause he didn t want to contact any of those disease, i just clearly said it in a pissed tone like can-you-get-lost-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" why don t you give japson your whistle instead, since your so rich? you can afford those expensive sticks right? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucker. that sentence really shut him up. &lt;br /&gt;japson also another idoit, keep asking silas questions that allows him to show off.&lt;br /&gt;basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rgjda6NsvQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/euebRApUUCU/s1600-h/poppycorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rgjda6NsvQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/euebRApUUCU/s320/poppycorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046526836841692418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peipei, yvonne and i went to j8 to watch MR.bean's holiday and we bought one big tin of popcorn and i kept laughing super hard because peipei don t think we could finish it and yvonne can t help to agree with me or peipei whether we can finish the popcorn or not and hey, in the end we did okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i got the photos from peipei's blog. the paperkukujiao one :D&lt;br /&gt;i still owe her a zap and she knows that and she is scared. :}&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the feeling is good okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5172100596679025667?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5172100596679025667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5172100596679025667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5172100596679025667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5172100596679025667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/don-t-think-your-finished-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgjYdaNsvPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7koMsHShm2k/s72-c/floorball+girls..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2923340577974018962</id><published>2007-03-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:18:31.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; funny moments &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi : Hi , we are calling from the chao sia company and we would like to recruit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee kiat : what company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi: chao sia company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee kiat: -put down the phone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah and i : LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think deborah and i love suaning wee kiat. &lt;br /&gt;who ask him to be an arse! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgfkH6NsvOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kFh22uG26hs/s1600-h/deborah+and+i+(baby).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgfkH6NsvOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kFh22uG26hs/s320/deborah+and+i+(baby).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046252732028861666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we were evil since young man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2923340577974018962?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2923340577974018962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2923340577974018962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2923340577974018962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2923340577974018962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-moments-huay-yi-hi-we-are-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RgfkH6NsvOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kFh22uG26hs/s72-c/deborah+and+i+(baby).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6925460272342218153</id><published>2007-03-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:48:38.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; gleeful post &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today seemed like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;like everybody is happy , no scornful-looking face , nothing negative. Even though we just watched a movie today, just watching a movie and having a dinner with all smiles, i feel like today sounded so perfect. it's just that my brother ain t here. mommy always say on these happy days like this, &lt;b&gt; the wind will change &lt;/b&gt; like somehow, we have to prepare for the worst because bubbles don t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually bought a bracelet today to remind myself of this day&lt;br /&gt;a day that i actually enjoyed family time and the day that i am 17 but i watched 300.&lt;br /&gt;god so corny. i think i am getting rebellious now days like i don t give a dam about rules anymore, all i know if no one get hurt, i am fine with that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo. i finally got photoshop! :D &lt;br /&gt;i can do so much more designing things now. &lt;br /&gt;thanks tai huay wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i said to pei pei, i shall link her as ' paperkukujiao ' in my blog and she said if i do , she will talk to M because she is in the same poly as him. There are the pro and cons but guess what, i am gonna link her as paper kukujiao partner anyway :D i want to see how she talk to him. we are both so 'ga rang ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peipei` - eat well, stay fit, die anyway (: says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh...we're still frens.. and i'll see him during training anyways.. why? scared i snatch him away frm u arh?? dun worry,i will not.. i'll matchmake instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see! &lt;br /&gt;dam it . &lt;br /&gt;this type of friend also have man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6925460272342218153?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6925460272342218153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6925460272342218153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6925460272342218153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6925460272342218153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/gleeful-post-today-seemed-like-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2837079398223946451</id><published>2007-03-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:45:30.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i aint trying to make it hard &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; THOUGHTS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in life, you make promises, goals and aims for yourself, however should we place them first in our urgent list or the word 'priorites'. everyone needs a target in life or a dream to acheive but can we really forgo them when something personal cropped up when your nearly , just an inch away from achieving those aims you been desiring for? honestly, life is really all about choices and it is whether you make the right one or the wrong one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one likes making the wrong choice in life cause the sufferings they have to go through but nobody ever thought about the lesson learnt and all they know is complaining about this and that and never giving a thought about reflecting. In the end, they will still make the same mistakes and the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human beings are really funny creatures mentally. they never really know what they want until they lost it forever and then cry for it to come back. why is it humans can t appreciate it when that person is right beside you and not taking it for granted. Why is it when the person right beside you love you very much but all you can do is just " yeah yeah ok whatever " but wails and scream when that person is gone and never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word 'sorry' NEVER change a thing, problems may be solve but they will never be forgotten. why can t they do some actions to show they are remorseful or regretful instead of just standing there apolegizing and expecting the whole world to shower pity on them and then everyone is happy again. 'sorry' is just a word, stop thinking that it is a &lt;em&gt;magic&lt;/em&gt; word. &lt;br /&gt;it is like saying " i love you" all the time yet you cheat on your lover, i rather prefer a mute boyfriend who does romantic things to keep my smile on my face always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that some people can like all kind of weird colours but they still can be racist because of their skin colour? just because of a skin colour,there's conflict and a war is started. it is so stupid when you think about it. humans are so contradicting yet they never realise it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know nobody is perfect then why do some people act like a total shithole ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2837079398223946451?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2837079398223946451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2837079398223946451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2837079398223946451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2837079398223946451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-aint-trying-to-make-it-hard-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-514655416387491225</id><published>2007-03-20T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:44:29.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; A NICE NICE FRIEND! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG PAPER :D &lt;br /&gt;thanks for the counter html.&lt;br /&gt;pei.. PAR! paper paper paper paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-514655416387491225?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/514655416387491225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=514655416387491225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/514655416387491225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/514655416387491225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-nice-friend-wrong-paper-d-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1532265321457717118</id><published>2007-03-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:16:26.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; MAY THE SCIENCE BRING US TO THE FUTURE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the science center with deborah, wee kiat and kwok seng.the way there was alright. ;D you just have to stop at Jurong station and you can walk from there.  it was a long ride there from ang mo kio and everytime i take the red line, i am always hoping that i would see " that guy" again but the chances are like one in a million. ahh, i need a miracle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway while walking to the science center, wee kiat suddenly screamed then when i turned around, i saw him avoiding the tree branch. i was shocked, like wondering what happened because this is the first time i heard wee kiat scream. okay la, this is quite bad, i coudln t take it and sat at the side of the pavement and laughed like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the branch was hanging quite low like at head level and at the end of the branch, there is this green lil bud growing out of it so the branch is crooked at the end and he thought it was one fat caterpillar like hanging in the air or something want to hook him. freakin hilarious. i am still laughing about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch the imax theatre about the human body. not bad. if people do not have a single clue about biology, it is quite confusing. next, we started exploring the whole of the science center and stupid wee kiat kept hiding in dark corners to scare deborah and i . there was one time he was waiting for me to come but i took such a long time , he gave up. HAHAHA. stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about closing time, we were still stuck in the discovery zone, looking at all the mechanics. there was one where though the hole was curve like a cresent , a straight rod can still go in smoothly because it is slanted to a center angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kwok seng, a super smart ass, said " hey look, i am going to smash this thing!" like he want to swing the rod hard through the curve hole and bluffing the whole world he is going to smash it . Then i seriously dunno what happened, he turn at the wrong angle, the rod actually hit the board instead of going through the hole and there was a loud BAM BAM BAM BAM sound and kwok seng's mouth was one big 'O'. Deborah, Wee kiat and i laughed until there no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate KFC for dinner and we started spitting ice at each other and wee kiat spit a tissue paper ball at deborah's lips. disgusting fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took photos but i am waiting for deborah to send it to me. my phone had no battery today. will upload it once i get it ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i can lose the calories tomorrow at tp! &lt;br /&gt;joy man! but the journey there is like bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, pei pei, i am too smart for you to understand me! :D&lt;br /&gt;kidding (: who ask you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1532265321457717118?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1532265321457717118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1532265321457717118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1532265321457717118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1532265321457717118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/may-science-bring-us-to-future-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6053838518987609781</id><published>2007-03-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T10:49:17.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hana kimi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf1zXK5WXeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3rXwPO662is/s1600-h/hana+kimi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf1zXK5WXeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3rXwPO662is/s200/hana+kimi.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043313999623904738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show is pretty funny, i just started watching because of tai huay wen and tai huay yi. they are so crazy over wu zun but i am more for jiro, my chicken meat! :D&lt;br /&gt;our parents were too busy talking then we decided to have some fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; FIRST ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf11S65WXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rK-1LdmHVgc/s1600-h/Image(585).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf11S65WXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rK-1LdmHVgc/s200/Image(585).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043316125632716274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this picture not bad. but huay wen never tell me to look at her. &lt;br /&gt;so we took again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; SECOND ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf12MK5WXgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aO5MWkixma8/s1600-h/Image(586).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf12MK5WXgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aO5MWkixma8/s200/Image(586).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043317109180227074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, i never look at huay wen again! &gt;:{ &lt;br /&gt;so we tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; THIRD ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf13Hq5WXhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7Ub7UKCjVRA/s1600-h/Image(587).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf13Hq5WXhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7Ub7UKCjVRA/s200/Image(587).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043318131382443538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly when i look at huay wen 's big 'O' mouth, i coudln t help it and tried to control myself from laughing .&lt;br /&gt;failed again, another shot then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; FOURTH ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf134q5WXiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHm9mn-4Jgs/s1600-h/Image(588).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf134q5WXiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHm9mn-4Jgs/s200/Image(588).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043318973196033570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay wen suddenly started laughing and if you can see, i am trying to control myself again. finally, we decided to change roles , maybe it would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; FIFTH ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf14ja5WXjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1qn663UR7qg/s1600-h/Image(589).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf14ja5WXjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1qn663UR7qg/s200/Image(589).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043319707635441202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look on your left, you will see a zombie instead of wu zun's look alike. then i suggest changing roles again, that means this time i play ella, the girl in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; SIXTH ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf15rK5WXkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Mx9KfenOECA/s1600-h/Image(590).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf15rK5WXkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Mx9KfenOECA/s200/Image(590).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043320940291055170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your wondering where am i , i was sitting on the floor laughin my arse off like mad. i coudln t open my mouth and look shocked in front of the camera when 2 people are pointing at me . &lt;br /&gt;forget it , let's try one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; SEVENTH ATTEMPT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf16E65WXlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AfYrF8vqF7s/s1600-h/Image(591).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf16E65WXlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AfYrF8vqF7s/s200/Image(591).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043321382672686674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like cookie monster in there ): &lt;br /&gt;i think the first shot is the best lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so hard. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow must go for medical check up!&lt;br /&gt;take x- ray ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6053838518987609781?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6053838518987609781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6053838518987609781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6053838518987609781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6053838518987609781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/hana-kimi-this-show-is-pretty-funny-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rf1zXK5WXeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3rXwPO662is/s72-c/hana+kimi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-2551954819303735380</id><published>2007-03-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:14:31.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i am so shy now (: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually you will know when the person really have a liking for you when he make you feel good even though you have a bad hair day or you wore a stupid fusion of colourful clothes or worse, a big pimple on your face. he doesn t care how your outer looks, and if you look really good, that is a bonus for him :D not an advantage for us girls to get those boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the MRT heading towards Ang Mo Kio and i was facing a group of boys. Somehow, i just find this guy in blue was outstanding among the rest. Though the train was a lil on the crowded side, i saw him eyeing on me and it made my heart beating like shit. For a moment , i thought it was just me until something dam funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of his friends were playing a handphone game and he had this feeling somebody was looking at him and when he looked up, there was this fifty plus man who keep peering down on him to see what game he was playing. Then the friend was quite shocked and the rest realised and started laughing. I coudln t help it then i laughed also but i controlled it la, i looked away and laughed cause even though they are laughing , the uncle still looked at him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i turned back and look at the guy in blue, he was laughing, smiling at me . Then i cannot help it , i smile back :D  later when i walked out of the train, i turned around and see one last time, i realised he also turned and look at me. OMG. make me smile like an idoit lor ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in times like this, i wished i could just pause the time and kiss him on the cheek :D omg. so bian tai. sandy surely say me , what i only like looks and sheet. she talk so much but she like wu zun and wu zun don even know she exist. HAHA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, ever since daryl, i tend to have a liking for guys who have a matured look now. BUT THAT GUY IN BLUE MADE ME FEEL SO BEAUTIFUL ! if there fate, i want to see him again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to highlight my hair and it looks like orange streak. &lt;br /&gt;bought a white PMK shirt and deborah and i are on the quest to find a nice pencilbox but we are always distracted by other stuff. dam it , girls shall be girls. Nothing is ever enough when it comes to shopping. we almost bought this big purse to act as our pencilbox but i scared after i buy, i don t dare to put on my table. HAHA. so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better sleep early today. i am always late for training at TP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-2551954819303735380?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2551954819303735380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=2551954819303735380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2551954819303735380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/2551954819303735380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-shy-now-actually-you-will-know.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6132102629929161382</id><published>2007-03-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:07:00.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; to lie here with you, is bliss &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RflNJq5WXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4OLbsc474xM/s1600-h/Image(577).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RflNJq5WXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4OLbsc474xM/s200/Image(577).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042146086346972546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on the school banner! :D i was helping the old folks and talking to them lor. so cool :D one big face there! then mr.wee super mean, he pretend to put his baby finger and dig " my nose ". i was like laughing , can you do it when i am not beside you? so pervert one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon garden for lunch at cafe cartel with pei pei and yvonne. the service there sucks now. they don t want to serve people that are younger than them. All of us ate creamy pasta and pei pei and i almost vomitted. so funny. we walked to sgs later and gloria and kelly had to do push-up because they say hi to us during training. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what was that smile for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw fariza and my club members and we formed 2 lines and we thrashed the B girls like crazy (21-2)-thumbs up-. i never felt so shuang before (: normally is people thrashed me. i was shocked that Emily actually asked us to nudge and irritate them like crazy to make them frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW PEIPEI TOOK PHOTO WITH MR. OEI! i bet when he pin her face up, he surely enlarge her face dam big (: i let him take a picture of me cause he is supposed to put "BEST PARAMOUNT PLAYER " at the bottom of the photo. shuang ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the B girls had camp, the teacher ordered pizzas for them. wah lau, mr wee said mr wong spoilt 4E3 and in the end mr. wee also spoil them, buy pizza. hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn t open my mouth cause i wanted the pizza (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i played floorball 3 times and i am enjoying it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6132102629929161382?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6132102629929161382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6132102629929161382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6132102629929161382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6132102629929161382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-lie-here-with-you-is-bliss-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RflNJq5WXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4OLbsc474xM/s72-c/Image(577).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4426095806403006933</id><published>2007-03-14T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:34:28.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; really, who am i ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise how immature my seconday school was after joining temasek poly and all that while i thought , since we are teen, we are mature enough but i am seriously wrong. i never knew there were so much of this type of relationship until i spoke to elvi and i am also shocked to find out she was between both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i didn t really get it when pris said " haha, i am confused " when cheryl and the rest kept pestering who she like and all. But after hearing them talk for a while, i got a shocked? because pris didn t look like it and she wouldn t say who it was but, really, she might have a crush on a boy.. or a girl. it is like, you dunno whether you want to be a butch.. to like a girl or to be a girl and like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so obvious how i been completely oblivious to this type of situation because i just coudln t get used to that fact. And to think those rebellious kids in my school " knows-it-all" ? but when elvi explain to me this type of "special relationship" , i realise that who are we to discriminate these people. it is so complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris and elvi said that actually people do this because of their friends and peer pressure and confused who you actually are and also a trend. and omg, they are so open about this. i really never felt so awkward and most of the girls in floorball aren t &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt;. But they don t do things to make you uncomfortable or want your attention which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like guys i like guys i like guys i like guys (x infinity )&lt;br /&gt;i really hopes it stays that way because i don t want to be in a situation where it ends up shocking my parents and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAO SIA BEAR! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELVI ! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i like playing floorball in tp ! &lt;br /&gt;it rocks because people there don t kiss up, don t show off (maybe a lil) but they always laugh it off, never act big, great team spirit and everybody is willing do something for the committee like woah, such a big difference from SGS la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, it is always the attitude, it is not because you don t like the game, it is because it is WHO that is in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4426095806403006933?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4426095806403006933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4426095806403006933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4426095806403006933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4426095806403006933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-who-am-i-i-realise-how-immature.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-6649555171775400187</id><published>2007-03-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:44:18.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; you always hurt me in the way you don t seem to feel it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfVYra5WXXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NCq5SQDpEtw/s1600-h/Image(570).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfVYra5WXXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NCq5SQDpEtw/s200/Image(570).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041032860888620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you play those strings, &lt;br /&gt;they are just not notes, &lt;br /&gt;they are more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-6649555171775400187?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6649555171775400187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=6649555171775400187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6649555171775400187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/6649555171775400187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-always-hurt-me-in-way-you-don-t.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfVYra5WXXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NCq5SQDpEtw/s72-c/Image(570).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5774576461687467570</id><published>2007-03-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T06:57:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; it feels like forever! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah, huay wen, huay yi and ryan came to my house today! we were lazing around , playing the guitar and they were looking at some of my pictures while waiting for my mother to sew finish ryan's pants before we go to Pierce Resevoir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we flew kites and played frisbee. the place was quite crowded so like the past, we could find a parking lot easily. we saw monkeys on the way there and i don t really like the look of the monkey's face, feel like punching it. haha. huay wen said monkeys and humans are the only mammals that need to be taught on how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn t really that windy but deborah and i could at least made the kite fly for 5 minutes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfQHlq5WXUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pkhQsjeB6eg/s1600-h/Image(559).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfQHlq5WXUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pkhQsjeB6eg/s200/Image(559).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040662226685812034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a goldfish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to eat at dino. i think my dinner sucks but i like my mango ring slice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfQJpq5WXWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XtpO7vd16aQ/s1600-h/Image(569).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfQJpq5WXWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XtpO7vd16aQ/s200/Image(569).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040664494428544354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to display the " i-want-to-fart " face. so next time if you see deborah smiling, you know what is gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been warn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5774576461687467570?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5774576461687467570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5774576461687467570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5774576461687467570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5774576461687467570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-feels-like-forever-deborah-huay-wen.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RfQHlq5WXUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pkhQsjeB6eg/s72-c/Image(559).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-363304559705782293</id><published>2007-03-10T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:27:18.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; make love come alike again &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a uber tiring day! woke up early in the morning to go temasek poly for floorball training. i was a lil late so i had to run three laps around the tracks alone. stupid lisa's boyfriend kept making fun of me but he kept me company. i like how i didn t stop at all to walk. :D i thought after all the slacking, i might get a cardiac arrest and just drop dead during the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to know a lot of girls in the training. i can t wait for next wednesday , but i dread the travelling there in the morning D: i must increase my stamina. i just realise i got cheat 30 bucks for my new stick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i find it is so hard to be yourself but being yourself is good cause it is where your the most comfortable. i dunno why what makes me talk to him yesterday. luckily huay wen was there to give me moral support. HAHA. i guess i realise i still have something for him. hmm. but it is better to let the taste linger than to swallow it completely without savouring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-363304559705782293?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/363304559705782293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=363304559705782293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/363304559705782293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/363304559705782293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/make-love-come-alike-again-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-1202109986652112922</id><published>2007-03-09T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:23:46.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; love signals &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to goat kiss today :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am happy that i finally have the courage to click on him.&lt;br /&gt;the conversation was much better than the before, maybe because i was myself during that time . i guess that what's work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy :D&lt;br /&gt;dam it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-1202109986652112922?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/1202109986652112922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=1202109986652112922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1202109986652112922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/1202109986652112922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-signals-i-talked-to-goat-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8725821517094849840</id><published>2007-03-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:09:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i keep coming back for more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; SUNDAY :D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to church in the morning and a lot of people cried today and i dunno what is the reason why? i asked wee kiat but he said he dunno. sometimes i wonder if i am ready for this responsibilty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school 'e' fetched wee kiat to east wood and deborah and i kept making fun of him. we were supposed to play badminton at tampines sports hall but deborah coudln t because of her heels. we ate strudels for lunch and i finally ate a home-made meal for dinner at E's house! stayed over night deborah's house. btw, did you guys watched Ugly Betty? so funny. my mother is funnier. She asked me if i watched &lt;em&gt;ugly pretty &lt;/em&gt;. then i was like MOMMY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was suppose to go watch movie with ah kim but Music&amp; lyrics haven t come out yet so we postpone it another day. then we went to cinneleisure to watch pursuit of happiness with sufen. so sexy leh she :D wear sleeveless shirt! ate LJS for lunch and we kept laughing at each other. man, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; NG YI LIN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , I MISS YOU LEH. we all do :D . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then during the show ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;deborah: there are a lot of guys in the cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jy: too bad, i have a ugly one beside me .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sufen: &lt;b&gt; Drew Berrymore &lt;/b&gt; very pretty meh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;deborah : Huh? what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sufen: if not why do guys want to see this type of show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;deborah : LOOOOOOOOL. WE ARE WATCHING &lt;b&gt; PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS &lt;/b&gt; NOT MUSIC AND LYRICS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so funny lor. laugh until so loud. when deborah told me , i burst out laughing.before the movie, we took neoprints and sufen said my handwriting was ugly! D: so mean, and she pointed middle finger in one picture . HAHA. so funny. deborah also. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later sufen went back early for dinner and deborah and i walked around heeren then to taka- kinokuniya. we both bought a book :D  i bought ' The Book theif'  i like the cover of the book, i want to use that as a tattoo :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rew0Dh0I1-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/J7ZNjcKcMig/s1600-h/Image(557).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038459318342047714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rew0Dh0I1-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/J7ZNjcKcMig/s200/Image(557).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more years :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, don t eat the ban mian stall at wisma atrium . had a big arguement with the chef. shet him la . take advantage of my age. dam him. really dam him. the moree i think about it , the more i feel like putting a fake cockroach in his pot of soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for 2 bowls of $3.80ban mian and i wanted to change one of the noodles for one of the bowls and the uncle with some china slang  and i coudln t understand it and in the end i said forget it , just give me 2 ban mian.&lt;br /&gt;so when it was time to pay, i saw 10.50 on the register and my first reaction was wtf? then i actually asked the lady , why is it so expensive and she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da xue mian mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked? i said no , ban mian and she looked at the cook and the cook gave me 2 bowls of reddish brown soup with some freak black mushroom , NOTHING LIKE BAN MIAN AT ALL. then the cook said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ordered da xue mian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said no! and he said yes, and i said no again and his stupid staff helpped him and clearly i was at the losing end. and i argued with him for quite long . and now that i recalled, i actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the stupid cook. arsehole. $5.50 a bowl leh! the best part is i never heard of DA XUE MIAN before? like wth is that? freak! should have walked off. coudln even exchange ? and after i left, i saw him smirk? SMIRK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam him. then before that, he treated one ang mor customer so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-8725821517094849840?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8725821517094849840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8725821517094849840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8725821517094849840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8725821517094849840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/but-i-keep-coming-back-for-more-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rew0Dh0I1-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/J7ZNjcKcMig/s72-c/Image(557).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4685910971726151200</id><published>2007-03-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:09:08.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can be anything that you like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up late today and ate mommy's grand pasta and watched this show on HBO about this guy's life who have celebrel palsy ( spelling error :/) it is so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later mommy and i took a bus down to nana's house and while waiting for nana to fetch us to Yi lin's house. Then while we were sitting at the bus stop, i suddenly told my mommy that we could be &lt;u&gt;sworn enermies &lt;/u&gt;our past lives. it is because we can never get along, we are always arguing and disagreeing with each other about almost everything , like clothes especially and the will to do something . So our punishment was a recarnation of us being mother and daughter.. unfortunately. hehs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, our parents stopped by at a petrol station to buy drinks and snacks for us :} wah shuang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4zE-vAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IFX_YA2dXmM/s1600-h/Image(536).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037748849485986818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4zE-vAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IFX_YA2dXmM/s200/Image(536).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4jE-u-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-2dv7IpqGdw/s1600-h/Image(534).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037748845191019490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4jE-u-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-2dv7IpqGdw/s200/Image(534).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4zE-u_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/I-yZlUNiFxk/s1600-h/Image(535).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037748849485986802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4zE-u_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/I-yZlUNiFxk/s200/Image(535).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first picture was trying to act handsome. i was pretending to style my hair while huay wen is looking cool. then the third picture is acting like rich tai tai(s) .but apparently it looked like it failed. hehs. i really love my cousins :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to ah kim's house later to celebrate huay wen's 13th birthday. had laksa for dinner and then all the cousins just play around or some just sit at one corner and talk or just take pictures :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUTE-vBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i6MEdifYdEM/s1600-h/Image(541).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749321932389394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUTE-vBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i6MEdifYdEM/s200/Image(541).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUjE-vCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RRyZKviXAgY/s1600-h/Image(542).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749326227356706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUjE-vCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RRyZKviXAgY/s200/Image(542).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow swing one :D but so funny. huaywen, huay yi and ryan and i were laughing hard while playing table tennis because the ball was flying very high so it was something like tableminton? then ryan whacked so hard , the ball hit huay yi's head. violent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUjE-vDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uSSwykkfGmQ/s1600-h/Image(543).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749326227356722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUjE-vDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uSSwykkfGmQ/s200/Image(543).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUzE-vEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ctikNv5AiM0/s1600-h/Image(544).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749330522324034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUzE-vEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ctikNv5AiM0/s200/Image(544).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUzE-vFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Rb2eLDerNC4/s1600-h/Image(545).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749330522324050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemuUzE-vFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Rb2eLDerNC4/s200/Image(545).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deborah, huay yi and i were models in our past lives. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwdDE-vGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhdDDmF0Xms/s1600-h/Image(546).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037751671279500386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwdDE-vGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhdDDmF0Xms/s200/Image(546).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deborah and i bought the pig ear rings for huay wen and huay yi! :D aren t we a pair of nice older cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfTE-vHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/V9H2DQ9wSK4/s1600-h/Image(547).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037751709934206066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfTE-vHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/V9H2DQ9wSK4/s200/Image(547).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfjE-vII/AAAAAAAAAFw/7ReLatbkGEw/s1600-h/Image(548).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037751714229173378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfjE-vII/AAAAAAAAAFw/7ReLatbkGEw/s200/Image(548).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfzE-vJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jk0QI9eEOwg/s1600-h/Image(550).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037751718524140690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwfzE-vJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jk0QI9eEOwg/s200/Image(550).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwgDE-vKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3YcPd5s19og/s1600-h/Image(551).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037751722819108002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemwgDE-vKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3YcPd5s19og/s200/Image(551).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. that is yuan yin, korkor wee's girlfriend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemyDzE-vLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QdJux8G4GSo/s1600-h/Image(538).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037753436511059122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RemyDzE-vLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QdJux8G4GSo/s200/Image(538).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rocky needs to sleep now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4685910971726151200?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4685910971726151200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4685910971726151200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4685910971726151200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4685910971726151200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-be-anything-that-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Remt4zE-vAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IFX_YA2dXmM/s72-c/Image(536).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8121273096912511978</id><published>2007-03-02T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:25:46.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;and i love it , yeah yeah! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Nanyang Poly to do the visual communication direct admission interview. apparently it went well, i wasn t that pressurize as the 2 interviews before because i didn t see any students so i didn t feel the competition and the interview was in his office , not like some freak isolated enclosed area where you are the center of attention. anyway, i want to &lt;u&gt;thanks nana for fetching me there :D so i don t have to wake up extra early! ;] , mooarks &lt;/u&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;went to the temple in the late afternoon to give my thanks. i really feel like in a conflict between religions here. i am attending church but my mom wants me to go to the temple. however, i don t really have the heart to tell her all this. i don t want any arguements again because i already gave her my promise and if i break that, things will heat up again , so i rather leave it as it is now, where everybody is happy. ahh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bugis to walk around and my mom badly wanted to buy a new pair of sandals because our shoes were soaked! it's been rainin heavily these few days D: spoiling plans to swim. in the end, i somehow convince my mom not to buy because by the time we walked around , it is &lt;u&gt;somewhat sort &lt;/u&gt;dry la ! hehes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met nana, uncle tai kit , ah kim, wen and yi at takashimaya to eat dinner at some pasta shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PICTURES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkXjE-u5I/AAAAAAAAADk/m9xSJaNk4qY/s1600-h/Image(520).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037386538929798034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkXjE-u5I/AAAAAAAAADk/m9xSJaNk4qY/s200/Image(520).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jy, wen and yi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkXzE-u6I/AAAAAAAAADs/bFootXTJKaY/s1600-h/Image(521).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037386543224765346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkXzE-u6I/AAAAAAAAADs/bFootXTJKaY/s200/Image(521).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like this picture ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYDE-u7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/srk7Q7Ruf-c/s1600-h/Image(524).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037386547519732658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYDE-u7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/srk7Q7Ruf-c/s200/Image(524).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYTE-u8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dfzAaroNr5U/s1600-h/Image(525).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037386551814699970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYTE-u8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dfzAaroNr5U/s200/Image(525).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huay yi and i are behind 2 glasses of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her face look warped while my nose look freakin swollen. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway that resturant is not bad :D i love the strawberry shortcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to stayover wen's house but no bed. anyway, tomorrow i might be going ah kim's house :D woooh, rockrock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huay wen's birthday is coming! i bought her a book for her birthday present! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woot, i am loaded! hahaha.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEBORAH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for answering my phone call in the morning and comforting me. i really appreciate it , after what you said , i finally decided to go. thank you thank you thank you girl! even though i could tell you were busy, you still didn t hang up on me and pulled me through my stupid tears. i love you my dear girl :D&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YI LIN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never you mind what others think or see you as, just remember who you are and what you aim to be and you can be sure deborah and i , and not only that , the whole family will be behind you supporting you. if those people don t even want to give you a glance, girl , it is okay, we don t need those idoits to kill your time and your tears because in the end, they won t be doing you good. i know it is hard for my words to apply in your situation now because we are not physically there, but whatever it is ,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;be strong at heart AND mind! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;we love you lots!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEI PEI ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey girl! glad you like your birthday present! hehe, of course i have to fool you with the yvonne's admirer. anyway, you should have cried, then my money is more well spent. :D hehe, practise hard ok! then we challenge each other during interpoly match! whoo hooo! &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYTE-u9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/HeSe1i5Molc/s1600-h/Image(528).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037386551814699986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkYTE-u9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/HeSe1i5Molc/s200/Image(528).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never know it could be so wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-8121273096912511978?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8121273096912511978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8121273096912511978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8121273096912511978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8121273096912511978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-love-it-yeah-yeah-went-to-nanyang.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RehkXjE-u5I/AAAAAAAAADk/m9xSJaNk4qY/s72-c/Image(520).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-5695044410691383596</id><published>2007-03-01T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:45:37.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;dominant household &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don t understand how family with more than one male human species survives? seriously speaking, and trying to make it easier for everybody to understand , let just visualize the male humans as a lion. Lions are very dominant creatures who claims to be the king of the jungles and what he wants, he gets it , lions doesn t even take care of his cubs, he just enjoy himself and walked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, maybe i am being sexist here, but apparently i have a stupid lion with a big ass hole in the house. all day long, he roars for all he cares, sleep for all he desire, eat for all he has greed. okay, back on what i have said , can you imagine have 2 lions in the house and one of the lion is super dominant, like he IS the king and no one can change that, what do you do? naturally, the 2 lions will fight it off and the survivor will be the winner. however, for reality, we don t use fighting to claim he's kings, rather &lt;b&gt; ability &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and using that , i know who is the winner already, the lioness! because, she take care of the cubs, train them , love them whereas the lion can just simply shrug and lay in the grassland and probably have nothing better to do, except to bite the lioness and telling her how she spoilt the cubs. sorry kids, it is no more the &lt;u&gt;Lion King &lt;/u&gt;. you have been fooled. only optimistic people would create those type of movies. i can t help it , i have never seen a good man in my life before. i am not saying womans are forever innocent , like yeah , they can be bad drivers, a pain in the ass, but who have menses for almost 40 years of her life and thinking that menses is over, menopause have arrived. menopause isn t a good thing, it is worse than pms. Also, which man ever carried about 3 kg of weight for 9 freaking months and adding to that, cutting of the vagina and then the unbearable pain of giving birth. Not forgetting , yes, have fun in sex, wooh , every night, but when the girl is pregnant, you guys just walked away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously , i think the man have it good and to think they blame us woman for complaining about our life? but , woman are really dumb, despite of all this, we still fall in love with them, the world is really honestly truthfully  crude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate old-fashioned household, it doesn t salvage anything. it just kills people bit by bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with mr.oei, yvonne and peipei today for lunch :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later gave peipei a floorball stick for her birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i caught a bad cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RebYKOpRuyI/AAAAAAAAADY/nqXn91JL9qc/s1600-h/lion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036950903501994786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RebYKOpRuyI/AAAAAAAAADY/nqXn91JL9qc/s320/lion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; " the chronicles of an arshole who won t fixed the broken cupboard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-5695044410691383596?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5695044410691383596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=5695044410691383596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5695044410691383596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/5695044410691383596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/dominant-household-i-don-t-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/RebYKOpRuyI/AAAAAAAAADY/nqXn91JL9qc/s72-c/lion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8394405992872762278</id><published>2007-02-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:13:12.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;tell you all of her dreams, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wanted to go swimming today but everytime we want to swim, it is always raining heavily and when we finally decide to cancel or postpone the outing , it stopped raining and the sun is out but too late, we are already busy with something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end , deborah and i went to VIVO city to watched Letters from Iwo Jima. Before i watched it , i thought it was Letters from &lt;b&gt;Two &lt;/b&gt;Jima. omg, luckily when i booked the tickets, i didn t say the movie name out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, Letters from Iwo Jima is the most gruesome show i ever watched. at one point of time where the guy's arm was blown off and the blood spurting out , i was quite shocked but deborah was laughing. omg, so sadistic. when the movie end, i really felt digusted. i can t imagine if i watched the movie " 300 " but it is M18. sheet you all guys out there who is 18 and above. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked around and i saw chen qiu working at a shop? if she didn t call me , i would have just passed by not knowing she is there. i always seemed to bump into somebody i know whenever i go to Vivo city. i was planning to buy tees today but spent on nothing eventually. deborah and i ate at Carl's Jr for dinner before heading for the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i like this picture a lot . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReWorepRuxI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCpBSkSTAqQ/s1600-h/penandinkpicture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036617223197801234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReWorepRuxI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCpBSkSTAqQ/s320/penandinkpicture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like pictures which are done in pen and ink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got it from this webby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woostercollective.com/"&gt;http://www.woostercollective.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go check it out ! :D &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/21141309-8394405992872762278?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8394405992872762278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8394405992872762278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8394405992872762278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8394405992872762278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-you-all-of-her-dreams-we-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReWorepRuxI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCpBSkSTAqQ/s72-c/penandinkpicture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-4398642796220416055</id><published>2007-02-27T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:36:04.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell me what's worth it then &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, i have to type this post again. the previous post lagged. dam piece of sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to east coast beach today and bought a disposable camera for 8 dollars and it can take 27 photos. too bad it is not digital if not i would be posting the pictures here already. anyway i had a great time cycling with &lt;u&gt;deborah goh li ling &lt;/u&gt;today, we almost cycle the whole of east coast beach. we were trying to find the stone hedge where yi lin, deborah and i used to hang out the last outing. Finally after cycling for a long time, we found it and deborah picked up a lot of tiny shells . anyway, &lt;b&gt;NG YI LIN &lt;/b&gt;i MISS YOU LOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i spent all my money. but it okay, i had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought an album to put all my photos that i have developed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time for decorate :D !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReQzh-pRuvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YCpASRfHBDI/s1600-h/Image(519).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036206942151883506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReQzh-pRuvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YCpASRfHBDI/s200/Image(519).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-4398642796220416055?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4398642796220416055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=4398642796220416055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4398642796220416055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/4398642796220416055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-me-whats-worth-it-then-omg-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReQzh-pRuvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YCpASRfHBDI/s72-c/Image(519).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-3698194616993234996</id><published>2007-02-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:36:18.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;a great webby to go :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/"&gt;www.zefrank.com/scribbler/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is really good. i got it out from a magazine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can create an art just from a simple line that you have drawn from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me show you some of my samples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a simple eye, they scribble until it is like some 3D graphic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReL5AepRutI/AAAAAAAAACc/UK9mExWc2Ms/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035861119975144146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReL5AepRutI/AAAAAAAAACc/UK9mExWc2Ms/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you want to draw an eye like this , leave the eyelashes super long and do not draw a pupil inside, draw the veins instead :D !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the gallery later, some works are really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAN CONG :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReL-IupRuuI/AAAAAAAAACk/JRmrVCoIbYg/s1600-h/Image(221).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035866759267203810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReL-IupRuuI/AAAAAAAAACk/JRmrVCoIbYg/s200/Image(221).jpg" border="0" /&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/21141309-3698194616993234996?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3698194616993234996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=3698194616993234996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3698194616993234996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/3698194616993234996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-webby-to-go-d-www.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReL5AepRutI/AAAAAAAAACc/UK9mExWc2Ms/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-936458257506459581</id><published>2007-02-25T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:00:34.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;may the pufferfish explode in your face &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by default, i am now the oldest in the household . i am not gloating though the feeling should be good. but what's the point when you can t use the power on anyone. my brother just left for Sydney yesterday night and the house feels empty. due to my stupid phobia of the dark, i can t seem to stay up anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGftepRuoI/AAAAAAAAABg/tKq2sR6snTQ/s1600-h/Image(476).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035481462046046850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGftepRuoI/AAAAAAAAABg/tKq2sR6snTQ/s200/Image(476).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi korkor! i miss you :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ps, don t look at my face. thank you for your attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i really love JOSEPH! he is so dam cute and he resembles a lil of pei ling. let me give you a peek of Mr. Universe. Prepare to Ohh and ahh , you may do that at my face too ! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGhN-pRupI/AAAAAAAAABo/UFgQyeuYs08/s1600-h/Image(506).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483119903423122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGhN-pRupI/AAAAAAAAABo/UFgQyeuYs08/s200/Image(506).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh0-pRuqI/AAAAAAAAABw/grIFFd2OvnA/s1600-h/Image(507).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483789918321314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh0-pRuqI/AAAAAAAAABw/grIFFd2OvnA/s200/Image(507).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh0-pRurI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9d4Ybny076w/s1600-h/Image(508).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483789918321330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh0-pRurI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9d4Ybny076w/s200/Image(508).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh1OpRusI/AAAAAAAAACA/mThMfG77kxY/s1600-h/DSC00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483794213288642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh1OpRusI/AAAAAAAAACA/mThMfG77kxY/s200/DSC00473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGh1OpRusI/AAAAAAAAACA/mThMfG77kxY/s1600-h/DSC00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think he is going to be a smart boy in the future! he responds to english, chinese and hokkien languages! omg omg omg ! hahaha and i thought he was going to kiss me but he actually bite my whole cheek with a extra bonus, saliva. i call him SM - Salivating Machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh, i hope i get to see him again before he flys off to Sydney on tuesday. hmm, everybody seem to be leaving but i am just staying here. &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/21141309-936458257506459581?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/936458257506459581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=936458257506459581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/936458257506459581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/936458257506459581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-pufferfish-explode-in-your-face-by.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/ReGftepRuoI/AAAAAAAAABg/tKq2sR6snTQ/s72-c/Image(476).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-8269109105805893145</id><published>2007-02-23T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:09:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;gay new blogger &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i finally got a google account! it has been pissing me off lately! and what's so new is that it has this great spelling error detector , telling me that ' omg' and ' google' are of the wrong spelling. very clever and irritating indeed. anyway this month has been rather hectic for me , collecting o level results, JAE poly admission, chinese new year celebration and right now more interviews. Truth is , i am really tired of this . But, life still have to go on because in the end that is what my future might be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Singapore poly's direct admission for the creative media design was average. the lecturers didn t talk so much unlike temasek poly. however i had to do an apititude test which is designing t shirt, the front and the back and ALSO the packaging. i really have no say about the 2 interviews because deep down i think i screw up again. bleurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, after my interview finished at SP, i walked along the corridors and i know there was this cute guy behind me and all of the sudden he gave a delibrate cough and i turned to look at him and he started talking to me ? WAHHAHA. not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the red lines under some words is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, from Dover travelled all the way down to Tampines and then headed down to Temasek poly to check out the floorball. i am hoping i can get into Tp, the floorball and the design is like dam shiok :D and i heard from uncle sam that NYP floorball is uber good, omg, SINCE WHEN!&lt;br /&gt;and had to go back to serangoon because my father badly desperately wanted to eat porridge. i was really goddamned tired but before that Daniel came to my house to get some stuff that my brother needed to pass to him and once again, i was nervous but as usual, whenever i think he would be there, he woudln t . however, i know i am done doing this, i got to stop giving myself high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already stop working since last week and i am missing some of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7rafkTnDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTQjcgVZH8Y/s1600-h/sabrina+top+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7rafkTnDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTQjcgVZH8Y/s200/sabrina+top+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720273829698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; SABRINA &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, she is the one i miss the most! i really love her to bits. i missed her kisses and huggies and how she would run after me , asking me to carry her . she always ask for sweets and she is not good at hide and seek which makes me love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7sV_kTnEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tl6z2bKO8ic/s1600-h/yong+xie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7sV_kTnEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tl6z2bKO8ic/s200/yong+xie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034721296031915074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Yong Xie &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although he is freaking naughty , hyper and stubborn,  i hate to say it but i miss him . he wears a pink watch , walk like a lil gay and screams instead of talking . haha, he is so cute now that i don t see him everyday. when there is playtime indoor, he never fails to get a toy car and drive it round and round on the table. i love to throw the ball high in the air because he will run like crazy . funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7tnfkTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FbhQIoMtQBA/s1600-h/i+love+louis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7tnfkTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FbhQIoMtQBA/s200/i+love+louis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034722696191253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; LOUIS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after teaching him spelling, he love it . though he don t admit it , i know he likes me and miss me :D and to think on my first day of work, i thought he was super irritating. haha, he love to pretend and make stories on how his brain juice always leak out during the night and he hates " hao peng you" and he love it when i read to him stories about ninja mutant turtles and cuddling him when no one is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7vIvkTnGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IDlPmNO7Lo4/s1600-h/Image%28382%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7vIvkTnGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IDlPmNO7Lo4/s200/Image%28382%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034724366933531746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; YI YI &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised you she will go far in life. she is so smart for her age and she love reading. when she read something interesting , she never fails to show it to me and not to mention , she is a good girl. she even knows the first emperor of China and big vocabulary words that even secondary school student would find it a lil hard ( not saying me :] ) miss you yi yi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7xxfkTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cZktjIWeVnc/s1600-h/vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7xxfkTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cZktjIWeVnc/s200/vicky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034727266036456562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; VICKY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i made you cry on my last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you vicky ! :D thanks for all the lil writings that you gave to me , they are really cute ! and don t stress out , it is just a primary 3 exams. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7yi_kTnII/AAAAAAAAAA0/b_iZ_cv0x-c/s1600-h/tze+yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7yi_kTnII/AAAAAAAAAA0/b_iZ_cv0x-c/s200/tze+yang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034728116439981186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; TZE YANG &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy used to hate me because i gave him a flying kiss. haha, cute. he doesn t like to be near me but during feb, he had no choice because i was drilling him with spelling and english worksheets. choon kiat always say tze yang's eyes are like a small line. haha, quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7zxvkTnJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kuqAjzL1okw/s1600-h/volunteers+%28%3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7zxvkTnJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kuqAjzL1okw/s200/volunteers+%28%3D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034729469354679442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; we are THE VOLUNTEERS &lt;/u &gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *            *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY PEI PEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your one hell of a pal! :D&lt;br /&gt;love you girl, heard you got a new handphone! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i couldn t sing a birthday song over the phone, i was quite pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*       *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, korkor is leaving on saturday night and now days i don t really have the mood to be happy , not that i am emotional, i am just tired physically and emotionally . double the sluggishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO GO TO FALL OUT BOYS CONCERT PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE FOB LOVE FOB LOVE FOB LOVE FOB LOVE FOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-8269109105805893145?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8269109105805893145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=8269109105805893145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8269109105805893145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/8269109105805893145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/gay-new-blogger-omg-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvxgM8bGgDg/Rd7rafkTnDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTQjcgVZH8Y/s72-c/sabrina+top+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117129854381179735</id><published>2007-02-12T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:42:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i know mummy's not here right now . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/542650/pearlcare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/888555/pearlcare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. pictures of some of the girls in the pearlcare. this was taken weeks ago! but i only edit it now :D hahaha! the last picture is Charmane, the girl that irritates me the most during naptime. the girl in specs is Jolie and the other one is Si ling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/491821/bishan%20deport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/870315/bishan%20deport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Bishan Deport Open house for a charity cause. we learnt how the trains work and the mechanics and aircondition. I only enjoyed the popcorn and the games part :D haha, then we went out to ang mo kio to eat salted egg crabs with zhi qiang and then i cried again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to temasek poly to do my J and E and did some direct admission interview which really cause me to be so dam nervous , instead of saying design, i said deslign. omg. then went to tampines mall for dinner at billy bombers and bought 2 sleeveless shirts from espirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yusok ishak is happy when he heard that he was going to eat mee rubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/317812/Image(366).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/25023/Image%28366%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when he heard it was out of stock, he was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/51/Image(365).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/425349/Image%28365%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i did draw the bananas :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117129854381179735?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117129854381179735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117129854381179735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117129854381179735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117129854381179735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-mummys-not-here-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117113142729942143</id><published>2007-02-10T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:17:07.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;no harm having fun :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH .. look!&lt;br /&gt;an average normal looking edible banana that hangs around in your kitchen , waiting to be pluck off and for you peel their yellow skin and chew them for the vitamins. how boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/729860/babannna..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/474695/babannna..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but weirdly enough, when father was busy concentrating on the television and mother gossipping away on the phone while her children quarrelling over who should get the last piece of cake , something magical happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/464381/singlebab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/352956/singlebab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a banana popped out of no where and landed on the kitchen counter but a minute later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/911703/babfairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/240097/babfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BANANA FAIRY! WHAT ON EARTH! NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE BUT YES!&lt;br /&gt;such rare event but still.. the most beautiful banana ever. A tiny yet magnificent crown fitting perfectly on her long silky brunette hair. A pair of big adorable sparkling eyes matching with a small cutsy smile. Not only that, keeping herself in the trend, wore a revealing strip top , hoping to catch eyes of other suave banana. Carrying with her is a charming banana wand that cast spells and magical moments and last of all, a pair of hot glittering wings. [ i suddenly thought about yi lin ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" let give these bananas some life! " she chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;and with a wave of her wand, poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/846428/cartoon%20bab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/112345/cartoon%20bab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! and they came alive and started to have a party and all the bananas live bannaily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Banaend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117113142729942143?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117113142729942143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117113142729942143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117113142729942143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117113142729942143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-harm-having-fun-d-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117109392006168058</id><published>2007-02-09T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:52:00.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;gone, are the waiting of anticipation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally received my results and when i did, my mother burst into tears. i really really coudln t believe it myself at first. Before that, my hands were shaking while signing the paper. All i could think was , that was the crucial moment of my life. And in the end, i am happy with what i have :D though i seriously honestly think i screwed up my combine humanities. Disappointed in myself for that area and i think i upsetted Mr. Wong a lil but he is glad with my overall :D the only C in the certificate looks fugly. And i really studied for my SS and Geog! Wonder which part did i screw up in. Sheet la :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, congrats to deborah and jian wei :D they scored better than me ):&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of my friends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets see my scores hor :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah, so hao lian &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Math - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B4 ( I AM SO SURPRISE LOR, DAM :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art - A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine Science- B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine Humans - C6 (ars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for R4, i got 14 and R5, i got 20. screwed! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can t help it , i seriously can t , but i really missed Richielyn. I heard she went back to Phlippines from Mohana and her father took her results instead. Maybe she is really one of the friends that make a biggest impact in my life and when i told mohana to pass the message of sending her a Happybirthday on Jan31, i dunno whether she really did it . Anyway, i hope she get good results so she can study here :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, i know both of us have move on with our life whether it is our choice a not . I will just wish her for the best. That's the least i can do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Please bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell my mother is really proud of me :] She can t stop telling her friends and my aunties how i scored and urm, how i am the only one that got an distinction in art. Haha, i am relieved. The after effects wasn t so bad and though my father cannot recognise my talents in Art, his statement of ' Very Good' , something so plain, but weigh like a gold bar. Anyway, i am so glad that i am out of the Secondary School stage now , whether good or bad memories, i will treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to School E's house to celebrate and eat steamboat :D&lt;br /&gt;deborah super suay, she is really sick. ahh dam!&lt;br /&gt;then i brought my lil cousins to play basketball and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE can call me dumb now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Lin , i really really honestly truely miss you! Why is it when we are starting to enjoy ourselve, you have to go back to Australia. Nevertheless, i can t wait for June. I really want to backpack to Australia! Then we go have a wild time with those cute hunky ang mor kias! haha! I will secretly stash in a pair of bikini! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, don t need to work riao :]&lt;br /&gt;my rewards from my uncle and aunties are increasing!&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/319084/zookid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/820612/zookid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117109392006168058?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117109392006168058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117109392006168058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117109392006168058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117109392006168058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/gone-are-waiting-of-anticipation.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117076909026665966</id><published>2007-02-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:32:26.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;melon head :[ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/136272/MHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/496475/MHC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i just cut my hair yesterday and the front part looks like that. i know it sounds a lil weird, but yeah ): it is so odd, but i love my back part :D hm, i think i was too kay kiang. i thought it would look okay , who knew my hair would curl to the side of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wee kiat say deborah prettier than me . hey, wee kiat, it hurts okay.&lt;br /&gt;now, i lack confidence in myself, thanks to him. shet. don t dare to face people now. think i should wear a cap from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of funny things happen today. but today one primary 6 kid scolded me the f word because i whack him on his leg as he was making so much noise and he didn t say sorry sincerely. it was seriously upsetting and when ms siok yan reprimanded him, he took so long to apolegise. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caleb spilled milo today because i joked with him about a pear . so funny. then he still say, i will send you the bill tomorrow because his pants had milo stains on it . then, i told him to teach louis while i teach tzu yang and after that louis complain that this korkor teach until so lao ya. i laugh until bth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not going to work tomorrow :D going to spend time with NG YI LIN :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, on the way back home was a painful walk as my knee acted up again. it was so stiff , i could barely walk. sigh, an old injury. i almost sat on the floor and cry but i just dragged myself home.&lt;br /&gt;then, as i was about to change my goldfishes's water. i realised there were only 2 , one died. Why is it when something die, i am not there or maybe don t even know about it until so much later. hm, so one 'mo' is gone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad D:&lt;br /&gt;and i really really like them so much D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to write about wee kiat touching my butt &lt;/&gt;accidentally&lt;/&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he still can smile after that, dunno whether is he shuang or like he say , my expression very funny. still can say, my butt no shape. bth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this type of friend also have! &gt;;[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117076909026665966?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117076909026665966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117076909026665966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117076909026665966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117076909026665966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/melon-head-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117061154652461146</id><published>2007-02-04T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:52:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;february, a new month :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i seriously dread this month because i am collecting my results soon. i keep having this reoccuring fear that my L1R4 would be above 20 and even then, it is not the worse, it is the after effect that takes place, showing my family. i am so scared. i am so afraid that my ugly score would get my into troubles and my future is gone - already knowing from many people that Visual Communication is a course that is hard to get you jobs later. I really dunno what to do now , all i can do is just fret. If i am kicked out of the house because of my horrible results, will anyone let me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can t stand myself being 'bop' down again and again and again but i mean, that's the way it is . My forte was never in studies but a subject that Singapore had never taken this issue as a importance - Sports. So right now , i feel like i am in a no man island. I know people will still love me for whatever results that i have , but will the people still look at me the same way before? and not treat me like some low down shit? i can t take this crap anymore, it is simply boggling my mind. But i know for sure, if my results are no good, problems at home is sure to catch fire again, and once again, i will feel like a fcuked up burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 2nd &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to whitesands after work at the daycare center to have dinner with deborah and Macdonalds. their new prosperity meal is not bad :D my total favourite because it is blackpepper and it is HOT HOT HOT :] i love! after that, took a train down to Simei and bought a lil snacks from 7-11 and ran under the MRT tracks like crazy because we thought there was a bangala following us and luckily korkorwee came to fetch us! we ate ice cream, twisties , watched Survivor and played table tennis before we headed upstairs. Deborah and i were supposed to sleep in the guest room but ah kim found 2 cockroaches and we slept in the master bedroom instead. Halfway through the night, i confiscated Deborah's bolster and used it as my pillow instead. The pillow was so hard , like those in the olden days of China. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/616153/lying%20in%20the%20MRT%20train..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/419189/lying%20in%20the%20MRT%20train..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train down to Simei was very empty :D&lt;br /&gt;btw, deborah lie until so sexy while i lie like some dead corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 3rd &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and had chicken rice at some bedok place with Ah gu, Ah kim , Yi Lin , Deborah and I. later went to shop and save for a while and headed back to Yi Lin's house. We played make up later :D i love lor! i seriously think i look good with thick eyeliner around my eye like avril lavinge! we did deborah's one first , then me , then yi lin. later korkor wee did for yuan yin. not bad la :D we took a photo together . my standing position is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/84755/3ofusplusyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/208323/3ofusplusyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah, jy, yi lin and yuan yin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/134242/my%20makeuppattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/957263/my%20makeuppattern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my make up pattern drawn by &lt;b&gt;NG YI LIN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/696883/hiding%20behind%20leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/390727/hiding%20behind%20leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are called curry leaves to cook in the curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/433168/yilin%20putting%20for%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/396703/yilin%20putting%20for%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to do for korkor wee but he ran away. sigh, i was so excited too. later we had to bath and changed into pretty clothes and headed down to Orchid country club for CNY dinner and then we went back to Deborah's house for a game of mahjongs and chatting for the kids :D&lt;br /&gt;we reached home about 2am, i was so tired, i fell asleep after plonking myself on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 4th &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church today and deborah and I isolated ourselves from the crowd and sat upstairs alone . I felt a lil comfortable that way and i wrote lots of notes. Later we took a bus down to suntec city and a train down to orchard to meet up with Yi lin. we walked around a lil, watched Once in a Summer. Sigh, the guy in the movie is so romantic unlike singaporeans guy here. I love his smile lor. Ate desserts at Swenson and took a slow walk back to the train station. Korkor fetched me from the bus stop because the walk home is a lil dark and before that i saw Li Zhen and i miss her so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi lin is going back soon and we just started to have fun :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/938101/all%20the%20cousins..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/257753/all%20the%20cousins..jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don t want to put this picture big big ): , later people think i zi lian but honestly i am taking pictures to see how i look like this artistic make up. nothing more and nothing less :D but i think i look good :D or maybe even better than good! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i have to take care of 30 kids tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/119444/3makeupchiochabos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/707677/3makeupchiochabos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 , 2 , 3 , DAO!&lt;br /&gt;btw, i design Deborah's and Yi Lin 's make up pattern?&lt;br /&gt;nice not :D comments okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117061154652461146?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117061154652461146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117061154652461146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117061154652461146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117061154652461146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-new-month-d-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117017650749760683</id><published>2007-01-30T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:01:47.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; darling don t you know. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouted at Charmane, drilled Tze yang and i am not sure if Cindy cried because of me? I never knew this job could psycho people's mind, being so stressed. Hey? you think it is easy? bribe the kids with sweets and stickers (well it does work) but they get so distracted easily and the two hours for studying time passed so quickly that even a simple spelling can t even be memorised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouted at Charmane today because she wouldn t sleep during nap time and she kept humming loudly and kicked her bag around. Please don t think i am impaitient or anything but with 19 girls sleeping while there is a irritant making a racket, in the end you get 20 girls awake. The most dam thing is after you screamed at her and practically feel your blood boiling, she is still smiling away. So now, i found out that staring at her with my killer eyes &lt;u&gt; somehow &lt;/u&gt; annoy her. haha!  Miss Siok Yan was behind me when i scolded Charmane that she took so long to take out her spelling book and she said i should continue and my first reaction was SHIT, SHE HEARD. haha, i got the power to control her now &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn coudln t take it and took Cindy's toy bear and threw it in front of the class and he got pushed to the floor. However, Cindy got reprimanded instead because she was supposed to pay attention and not fool around and bully those who sat around her and her favourite bear was confiscated. She controlled her tears and during nap time, she took her camping bag and just lie in the heart of the room and covered her face.  Normally, i would have to pat her to sleep and tucked her in but she just plonked herself there and shaked you off if you tried to touch her. For the first half hour of the hour, you can hear muffled crying and in the end i just pulled her beside me and pat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was time to wake up but she just laid there covering her face again. I pulled her hands away as she struggled and in the end i just smack her butt hard and she started crying again. I asked her repeatedly what was she crying about, is it the bear? miss siok yan? but she just ignored me . In the end, i lift her up and hugged her and let her cry it out . It reminded me of my mother so much because that is what she always do for me when i am crying. Cindy finally felt much better and i brought her to the toilet to wash her face and hugged her again. And during study time, she came and hugged me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what is going in Cindy's mind but nobody like her much and she use violence to get her way. I warned her so many times but somehow it never get into her head though sometimes i think she have improved a lil now , she knows that i am watching her and keeps her hands to herself, though she stare at them with as if   sharp daggers protruding out everywhere. Another thing is that she can t seem to talk properly, she always look at you blankly with an open mouth and go AHH? i thought she was a 'special' kid but when i see her work written with perfect english , it just simply shocked me.  So now, everything i do for her, i teach her manners on the way like Thank you, that is nice of you but she hasn t said one phrase yet. I wonder what will happen when i am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze Yang's brain need to expand. Luckily he didn t fool around when i teach him. But i am glad he can spell 7 words out of 10. However, it is quite worrying , there is still Dictation for him to learn and there is a hard word ' Dilligence' . Before i dragged myself to work, i always shrugged off and groaned when i think about teaching the kids spelling. Thank goodness i can really multi-task well. I really love how i do that now . It helps a lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy told me to come home for dinner today because she cooked yong tau foo and i was so happy when i heard that. i had a bad gastric today and a throbbing headache so while waiting for my mother , she suddenly whispered to my ear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i save for you the ingredient, the soup but i forgot something... the rice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important thing in the meal. sigh. ;[ hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i am getting my pay tomorrow, that is what wee kiat said :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long post of moaning .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117017650749760683?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117017650749760683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117017650749760683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117017650749760683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117017650749760683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/darling-don-t-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-117009402120072553</id><published>2007-01-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:07:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;so much for being nervous &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yello :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how the dinner went? was i seriously shaking and shivering in my pants and my stupid heart going pom pom pom? yeah, actually it did - on the way there. BUT, it was seriously not worth it - my efforts that it . woot, i bathed in passionfruit soap, blowdry my hair, make-up applied and a good shirt and jeans, eh, sound so perfect right ;D hmm. &lt;b&gt;he didn t come in the end because he had church session &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is seriously so dam ironic. i skipped church for the second time because of this dinner and here he is not here! and i thought he could like somehow prove me wrong again. hm, i think he somehow made me give up now , honestly disappointed. Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we arrived early so my brother and I decided to walk along Singapore River and my silly brother put his foot on the railing to prevent people from failling in , to tie his shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: hey, dont ?&lt;br /&gt;kor: why?&lt;br /&gt;jy: because if you fall in ..-&lt;br /&gt;kor: WON T LA&lt;br /&gt;jy: i won t save you, my hair is too perfect now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. dam, he ruffled my hair later? but after knowing that his presence was not here anymore , i really want to thanks deborah and yi lin for lifting my spirits up. if not , i would be glum. ok, shut up, enough of him, dam sickening .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*              *                   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno how to tell miss siok yan i don t want to work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/684233/Image(280).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-117009402120072553?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/117009402120072553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=117009402120072553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117009402120072553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/117009402120072553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-for-being-nervous-yello-d.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116990598048720675</id><published>2007-01-27T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T05:53:00.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nothing in this world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like this blogskin. somehow, i think it really describe my character , like i have 7 main emotions! haha &gt;:D let's see, what are the seven. i think most of them are happy feelings, like cheeky and all those. Yes! i finally admitted i am cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during school days, i REALLY REALLY love saturday but now i find it a bore probably i have no one to go out with D: my dates are always postpone last minute due to unforeseen weather or someone is busy and in the end, i'll just stay home and my loyal internet will try so hard to entertain me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with lincoln tee for lunch today. aha! my old primary school friend. he really changed a lot . more man now &gt;:D hah! and more, hmm, intellectual , like he really seriously talked CHIM and most of the time , i pretend i understand or try to make him explain to me. he kept talking about himself , WHICH is a good time because i really didn t know what to say or do, i kept rubbing my eyes and i was so afraid i got something on my teeth. And why the hell am i acting like i am on a date. this paragraph is making me look lowly- educated. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had a good time :D ! we caught up of all the lost times. he paid for everything which made me feel so bad about it and he practically memorised the whole routine of House of Dead 4 , i wondered if dying in stage 2 for a first- timer is a good thing? i think woodlands mall gives that much memories, like collecting donation and out with my best friends , i wonder what else will be next for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i am dying to play floorball! i haven t touched my stick for a long time and i want to run like a crazy cow round the court again. oh pei pei pei pei, when is it when! i am so stressed from taking care of the kids in Pearlcare. Yes yes, i know they are cute but all 40 kids running around, against one wimpy teenage girl is honestly THAT bad. HOWEVER, this job teaches me how to be paitient which is a good thing :D although i lose my cool once in a while , only towards this one girl who is so god dam rude to me. She said she can take advantage of me because i am not fierce like her parents . I could only give her the killer eyes . &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can t go to church AGAIN. i have to go to the dinner event with Daryl's family . I wanted to wear a dress but after a few days and LOTS of thinking , i realised it is kinda useless. There is really no point. I am gonna be myself , I don t want to pretend to be who i am not and my brain said i don t like him anymore but after meeting up with him, i wonder what will my heart say? Will she panic and jump about or simply be her normal self. Gah, i wished the best for myself :D&lt;br /&gt;So a T-shirt and a jeans will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Madagascar and coudln t stop laughing at the stupid arrogant penguins. they are so cute! i think i love cartoon penguins now . don t worry spongebob, your my one and only gay cartoon icon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/949078/SPONGEBOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/617666/SPONGEBOB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how madly deeply in love we are :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116990598048720675?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116990598048720675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116990598048720675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116990598048720675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116990598048720675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116982931169631805</id><published>2007-01-26T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:35:11.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>} MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just saw peipei's post on not-having-faith-in-ourselve-that-we-ARE-that-good-in floorball. like wth peipei! come on, we are just giving the boys face. btw, i think i have improved ! even if that means that i haven t been attending club training for a long time, HOWEVER! i got new indoor court shoes so i bet i will run faster ! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok , what i am trying to say is , just play okay? who cares about what other thinks! too much confidence leads them to no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so urm, when is it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116982931169631805?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116982931169631805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116982931169631805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116982931169631805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116982931169631805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116956779705971876</id><published>2007-01-23T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T07:56:37.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>} it all ends up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" SO I AM THE NEXT WORSE OFF WOMAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD LA ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you ask me that when you know it is not true? why does it still all ends up with me . i didn t said i didnt want to go into direct admission, i just wanted you to know that if i have a choice i don t want to go into Nanyang Poly. But if you didn t know , it hurts knowing that you don t have faith in me. Why is it so hard to understand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to know that you trust me , but somehow you can t seem to loosen the strings yet. the arguement always start when kor is around and in the end i get hurt the most but it really never occur to you that i am really really emotionally stressed because of this . Somehow  i can t cry it out , omg, it is really that bad but you have no clues about it and when i tell you, or maybe hint, you laughed it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all the blames are pushed back to me , the faults and the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116956779705971876?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116956779705971876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116956779705971876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116956779705971876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116956779705971876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-all-ends-up-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116939675634863172</id><published>2007-01-21T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:25:56.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;} dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau. sandy is super mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;are u a person called jy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;you mad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;sansy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;sand is now in hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;is she okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;no she wants me to pass her 'habbo'frens this msg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;shes fine thats wad she wans me to tell u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;don t mind ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;but i really can t know more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;do come to her funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;no i am her sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;if she is fine, why do you want me to go to her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;the fine part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;i am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;yup me too/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;lmao kidding de la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;your being selfish man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;SANDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS NOT FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;i know can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;SHET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;just now right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;ch u i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;got this movie ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;so touching leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;then i sian now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;so i just like that lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE BIG FREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALLY HAD ME WORRIED YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;AND AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU GO HOSPITAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;DON T TELL YOUR SISTER TO SAY THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;SHEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;lmaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;i will say i fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;but actually dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AN ARSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;loooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;walau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;i at above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;pray for u all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;more like purposely make us trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;no lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i should be mad at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box says:&lt;br /&gt;ya u slhd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really had me there. my mind was quite freaked out .&lt;br /&gt;omg omg . and i think i was quite pissed at "her sister" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god. it isn t true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116939675634863172?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116939675634863172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116939675634863172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116939675634863172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116939675634863172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/dam_21.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116939523470063811</id><published>2007-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:09:18.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;} pan's labrinyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GO WATCH THAT SHOW IF YOU ARE 16 AND ABOVE!&lt;br /&gt;it is really very good , like the ratings said! but there are some super gore and gruesome parts, then quite funny, deborah always says EEW very loudly? then there is this qian bian fellow who kept humming the lullaby tune. Yi lin , Deborah and I kept laughing to ourselves. go watch okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korkor fetched me to serangoon station then went off to have lunch with kaka. i arrived bugis early and i gave up my seat to an old man carrying a baby! but he didn t even gave a thanks? anyway! i saw about 20 people wearing strip clothings today. wow, super trendy ? even i bought a dress from Mango that is striped too :D before that, ate Mac while we looked around for handbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coudln t watch Pan's Labrinyth at Bugis so we took a train down to Orchard and watched at Lido instead . We walked around there first, and i saw a handbag i really like! but it is $280 -.- then had dinner at Long John Silvers for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, uncle wee lam fetched us back home.&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy my mom approve of the dress!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, have to get back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i am keeping 3 pet goldfishes now :D&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to call them but i am sure i want to end it with a "mo" , you know , like Nemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/553010/CA41Q30L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/573694/CA41Q30L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose 1 only!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116939523470063811?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116939523470063811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116939523470063811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116939523470063811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116939523470063811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/pans-labrinyth-please-go-watch-that.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116923524813608641</id><published>2007-01-19T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:34:08.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;} something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i haven t been updating much, i just thought i would bore you guys out if i just talked to you mostly about my job at the daycare which i had been doing so everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life at the pearlcare is pretty much like a lil prison. sometimes i wonder if the kids do get bonkers sometimes, but sensing often hyper activeness during playtime is normally my answer to my question. btw , i pierced my right ear! :D i don t look so lian now , hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was kinda different .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah called me up and told me to meet her at 109 bus stop and we headed to punggol plaza after that because we had the urge to drink bubble tea and deborah went to get her siew mai. we saw kwok seng playing p2p in the foodcourt as we headed to the pearlcare and i felt quite irritated. i seriously think this type of people should get a life? Sure fine, play at home , no one cares, but when your with your friends or family around and your playing your p2p,please go slap yourself. So deborah went to say Hi while i walked ahead. We sat at some void deck and the condensation of my bubbletea make a face :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/197307/Image(233).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/279088/Image%28233%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah still felt hungry and called kwokseng up to get more siew mai for her and when he finally came, deborah said that he took the wrong chilli and asked him to go back and change it . it was pretty funny. Later , Deborah kinda said something mean and made kwok seng walked away and when deborah finally told me what she wanted to say, i was like o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said there was a nose shit hanging out of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tutoring time, taught louis his spellings and i am so proud :D haha, he didn t wanted me to test him at first but he finally let me because nobody wanted to teach him. haha! and he had another twin brother which deborah had a hard time teaching nicolas, so louis said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" KORKOR, LET THIS JIE JIE TEACH YOU, VERY FAST ONE . REALLY , I KNOW HOW TO SPELL NOW! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute. can t wait to test him again next monday :]&lt;br /&gt;i think louis like me now . hahah! since he got everything correct, i let him draw my hand with a whiteboard marker, he wrote his initials and his brothers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/639782/Image(234).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/758461/Image%28234%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louis ng , a sun full of energy and nicolas ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, it was time to go home and i saw sabrina! (vicky's sister) she is so darn cute and her mom is enlisting her next year. i dunno if i am still working there next year with my poly and all. When Sabrina talks, she will flap her hands. i &lt;b&gt;LOVE &lt;/b&gt;swinging her round and round while she bite her lips . haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/178180/Image(235).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/937886/Image%28235%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny face. look like pig :] or frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/125553/Image(236).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/519/Image%28236%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wee kiat , the chow sia bear is seriously mean. he said sabrina is ba gay like me . i wanted to whack him there. but hey, i looked like her older sister right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later korkor and mommy fetched me from my workplace and brought me home while i changed into a more decent outfits and waited for Kaka to reach our place. Meanwhile, my brother and my mother had a hard time feeding the stupid arowana because the frog kept escaping and the stupid arowana didn t want to eat it . btw, when nobody was at home one day, i had to feed the fish and the stupid frog escape to under the piano and it took me 15 minutes to get it out. i think the first 5 minutes was freaking out , screaming and searching for a dam torchlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in the lift, i clipped my hair in some funny manner where it sticked out to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: -fidgets with my hair while passing my handphone to my brother - Kor, can you take a picture of my behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my "behind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/141340/Image(237).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/292509/Image%28237%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother couldn t stop laughing after i told her what happened. seriously korkor, very funny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat at ITE simei at this chinese resturant where they sell nice lobster porridge which i didn t really find it very big deal about . we went to changi airport later to have desserts at swenson which is a much better meal because i had sticky chewy chocolate [ kaka's treat! ] Later Huay yi played the word game with uncle tai kit and i kept adding dirty words in. And in the end only uncle tai kit and I were playing. hahaha. so funny. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/29077/Image(245).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/786388/Image%28245%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korkor and I .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen, Yi and i went to the toilet later and started fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/68778/all%20the%20cousins..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/481576/all%20the%20cousins..jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs. so small. but pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/629898/Image(241).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/387058/Image%28241%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/865048/Image(248).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/703020/Image%28248%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much huay yi and huay wen :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks for tolerating my nautical nonsense :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. finally i am meeting up with my best friends this wednesday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now i was talking to weekiat and he called me ba gay goldfish and at that point of time , i got cut off from the wirlessnetwork and he felt so guilty , he even asked kwokseng whether i am online. he thought i block him lor. HAHAHA so funny. i couldn t stop lmao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i love my life now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116923524813608641?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116923524813608641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116923524813608641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116923524813608641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116923524813608641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-special.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116923154282799366</id><published>2007-01-19T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:32:24.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;} :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingyun had just return home from a family's dinner one night and realised that her favourite gothic shoe were a lil on the dirty side. " i better wash the soles" Jingyun mumbled as she headed to the balcony. Normally, when everybody is out of the house, the balcony's door is closed. Stretching out her tan hands to slide open the door, Jingyun noticed that her mother's lovely orchids were soon withering. She stepped into the balcony, turned the tap and rubbed the soles of her favourite pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingyun placed her damp shoes on the newly-placed rack that her mother had asked a plumber to fix it in. Meanwhile, she coudln t help to resist the temptation of plucking that withering orchid hanging on a sturdy stem. Being weak, Jingyun sneakily plucked the orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OMG! " Jingyun screamed in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i remember Yi Lin warning me not to pluck any plants in the night as it will anger the spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingyun stared at the flower and suddenly sensing the dark surrounding her. She could see at the corner at her eye that her mother was standing in the living room, under a light, checking bills from the bank. She felt afraid. She quickly turned and rushed to the living room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to realise, she had banged her whole body against the transparent door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116923154282799366?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116923154282799366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116923154282799366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116923154282799366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116923154282799366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/d-jingyun-had-just-return-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116887564580442812</id><published>2007-01-15T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T07:40:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>} the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is the same now , weekdays - work, saturday- out and sunday-church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why , even though i said i don t like him anymore , still feeling that this sunday is going to be special because we are having a dinner together. why is my heart still pumping like crazy and freaking out on what to wear? stupid heart is not following what my brain is thinking which usually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying not to be paranoid towards someone but i just can t help it , everytime he talks to me , he always put his face up close or tries to stand or sit near me  and when that happens, i get all scared and stress? i am doing my best not to think this way but i can t help it , i can t even look at him in the eye and my eyes dart all over the place everytime he comes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can t help to be mean but i really dunno why i am feeling this way but i  know it is not nice because i have experience it before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116887564580442812?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116887564580442812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116887564580442812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116887564580442812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116887564580442812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/usual.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116853045999614567</id><published>2007-01-11T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:47:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;} kisses for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late, went to the hospital late, the check up was late, the report was late , the doctor was late, the train was late and in the end, i went to the work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda didn t come today but si qi opened up to me today, was really happy about it :] when i rushed in, she was the first one to grab my hands and asked me how to spell ' with' . She is so neat with her work, and when she was done with her homework, i gave her a kiss and a sweet :] I love the way she smile. Also, i almost vomitted a lil blood teaching jillian chinese spelling and it is going to be tested tomorrow , i hope she get all correct because when she finally got everything correct today, i so badly wanted to lift her up in the air and spin her round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily today so the kids didn t get to run around at the playground so all the kids started playing board games while the boys play sword fightings. Soon, one by one left with their parents and kelvin, kwok seng and wee kiat were playing this row4 game together while jian cong and choon kiat were discussing. i think we played for quite long and then i saw choon kiat sitting quietly doing nothing so i grabbed the row4 game and asked him to play with me. i think he was quite shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time to leave the daycare and we played with the puddles of water on the floor while trying our best not to fall. we walked to punggol plaza for the boys to get their bread and then headed to the bus stop. the boys went back home while deborah and i went to compass for dinner and home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home , i recalled the memories on each step i walked and looked out for any suspicious creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired thinking about&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116853045999614567?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116853045999614567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116853045999614567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116853045999614567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116853045999614567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/kisses-for-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116844411544715382</id><published>2007-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:48:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;} why does this song make so much sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; WHAT HURTS THE MOST &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt; And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt; And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang by : Rascal Flatts .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116844411544715382?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116844411544715382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116844411544715382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116844411544715382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116844411544715382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-does-this-song-make-so-much-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116844364989458246</id><published>2007-01-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:40:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;} love at the daycare center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up really early today. coudln t really sleep the night before, kept tossing and turning the whole night thinking about goat. i think the long crush i have on him is over? what is the point of liking someone and your not like in return? won t that hurt you even further? also, it is no point making someone love you, nobody ever heard of forced love. after yesterday night of his virtual presence , yet not even a single ' hi' , i know it is really the time for me to give up trying besides i coudln t be myself when i am around him, so what's really the point? sigh, enough is enough i guess. but seriously, thank him for letting me thinking there really is some 'perfect dream guy' out there in the dam ocean which isn t biting my super big bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the earliest today and waited for jian cong and deborah for quite a while . i think i was daydreaming when jian cong came and he actually waved his hand in front of my face and it took me a while to notice it . thank god there weren t any awkward moments because i really didn th ave anythign in mind to talk to him about. he really can talk lor. :D i dunno if jian cong noticed my face when he talked about family problem, i hope he didn t .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah finally came because she took the long way down to sengkang but i think she should know how to go now. the route there was not really that difficult. we were just a couple of feets away from the daycare center and there were already kids squeezing their lil faces through the cold metal grills of the door calling out JIAN CONG KORKOR loudly. that moment is sweeter than any sugary gummys stuffed in your mouth. we came just in time for the primary 1, 2 and 3 kids. omg, they sure gave me the biggest welcome of my life. they pulled me into thier play area , wanting me to swing them round and round as fast as i could , with one holding tightly onto my hands and another fighting to get their turns by climbing onto BOTH my shoulders , one even headbutt my butt and soon all 6 kids clobbered all over my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, deborah, jian cong and choon kiat were too busy laughing at me then to help me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really hard to remember their names! soon those group of primary kids have to go to school and there was this comical scene that i kept laughing so loudly. Miss Teng was shouting to the kids who has lost their water bottle but everybody ignored her and when everyone was ready to go, suddenly a boy pushed his way out of the line and screamed that he lost his waterbottle. We asked if it was the red one which miss teng had shown before but he was like NOOONOOO, then later deborah grabbed hold of him and pointed at his left pocket of his bag. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He coudln t find his water bottle because he always put it in the right pocket.&lt;/span&gt; I LAUGH UNTIL BTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the kids left, the day care center was really quiet and miss teng gave us tips to help the lil one and what we should do and should not. after her lecture, deborah and i felt a lil hungry but the lunch that they cook didn t look really edible. So we just laid around and talk at the play area. Later aunty agnes asked us to help the cook to dry the utensils and cutlerys while jian cong set the table and soon all the primary 4, 5 and 6 kids came, there were a few primary 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;the lil one had rice and lady fingers for lunch and i saw miss siok yat and i called her aunty -.- and miss siok yat own the day care center. Later she was nice enough to give us some of her money for lunch and there is seriously nothing in punggol, honestly, truthfully. We bought some bread from punggol plaza and headed back. Although i was hungry, i didn t really finished my waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, the kids have already done their bathing and finish thier lunch so there was a lil playtime for them and brenda introduced herself to me . SHE IS SOOO CUTE OKAY. i really love her to bits. But before that i played with zhi xi, she is really quiet but extremly guai! People asked her to sit, she sit . Unlike louis and nicholas, they are like lil bunch of flies that poke you every now and then and they told other kids to attack me . It was quite hard to differentiate between the twins and finally some helpful kids told me that nicholas had a mole on his mouth but louis don t .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love brenda :D She is primary 2 btw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is so sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;she climbed onto my lap and told me sadly that it was hard to pronouce my name and when i tried to tell my name to her slowly , she just couldn t get it and finally she whispered into my ears, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" can i call you pretty instead? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/444830/Image(195).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/835298/Image%28195%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks cuter when she smile though :D so much cuter. her eyes would go into a happy squint. and she is a chinese but is super tan because her mommy often bring her to the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that play time, it was time for story telling and later it was nap time. Brenda wanted me to sleep with her and pulled my hands gently to her corner but i coudln t of course. It took the girls some time to settle down, we pat, kissed and stroked each and every girl's hair in the room. God, they really looked so angelic when their eyes are closed. Also, i had to make a deal with one girl, One sweet = sleep. No sleep = no sweet. And i specially had to buy them some haribo gummy sweets for them today at compass mall .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the angels have woken up , it was their tea time ( milo and banana ) I got a banana too, though i was dying for the milo. HAHAHA. then after they had finished, it was time to study but before that we had to do some silly exercise which i kept laughing to myself and i think choon kiat coudln t help but to laugh with me also. i had to help tutor this lil boy called kelvin and thank goodness his spelling is not as bad as deborah's tutoring kid. She almost vomitted blood. I feel a great satisfication today :D kelvin finally understood how to round off to the nearest ten after countless of hints and examples. whew, and he is so smart, he can spell the word parliaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally it was play time. hyper time. all the kids ran to the playground and i played with brenda, piggybacking her liek crazy with other kids . i think this is one heathly exercise of losing weight. they are so hyped up. and kwok seng is lame lame lame. soon brenda had to go home and she didn t give me a kiss D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually had prayer session today but deborah and i didn t wanted to go , instead we went to compass for dinner at KFC :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116844364989458246?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116844364989458246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116844364989458246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116844364989458246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116844364989458246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-at-daycare-center.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116828261536776191</id><published>2007-01-08T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:56:55.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;} korkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/914609/ACT%20CUTE..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/827524/ACT%20CUTE..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mastering a new skill - CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116828261536776191?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116828261536776191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116828261536776191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116828261536776191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116828261536776191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/korkor-mastering-new-skill-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116828248419580358</id><published>2007-01-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:58:18.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;} &lt;s&gt;boots &lt;/s&gt;shoes are made for walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunties came over in the morning to play mah jong . my godma talked the loudest above all the other 3 aunties but i still love her :D my brother and i could still sleep through all the racket of gossiping and the knockings of mahjong tiles against each other. later korkor woke me up at 2 and asked me to get changed quickly and he will only give me 15 minutes but i took 30 minutes. HAHAHA. struggled to finish my lunch before rushing off with kor kor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that , when i rushed to greet all the aunties , they all say i wear very nice except for my mother ]: she say my tube very low but my aunties like hush her and tell her don t be in the 80s. hahaha. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked so fast to the bus stop, thank you to my brother D: when i reached the bus stop, i was panting a lil? we alighted near Serangoon station and took the train down to outram park and change to the green line to go down to queenways. A few minutes before reaching queenways, korkor told me to prepare myself and said we can make it for the special bus that leave at 3:50 to queenways shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: run hor later. don t want to miss that special bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: why can t we take the taxi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: because if we take the special bus, they will give us a $5 off for all the shoes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: WAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran out of the trains , rushed down the stairs and bumped people and there was this nice guy who let me tap my card first because i was giving a kor-don-pangseh-me look. HAHAHA. so funny. We were just a minute away before the special bus leave . when we sat down, we were panting again. Korkor later browse at the magazine left behind a chair's netting. meanwhile, i was taking out a piece of chewing gum to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: open your bag bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: huh.. omg no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i saw the special bus turning in to Alexandra hospital and i gave kor kor a confused look. after dropping off at the alexandra hospital entrance, i asked kor kor for the $5 discount and he said &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THERE! we got it already. you see, we didn t take a taxi so we didn t get charge for the surcharge - 2.50 each. so we get $5 off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH! omgomgomg. tell me why didn t i fainted right at the spot? i wanted to bite him there. And when i asked him about the magazine, he told me he was borrowing it and will return it when he finished reading. seriously, my brother made use of the paitients and visitors shuttle bus to alexandra hospital because queenways shopping mall is right next to it. took a long roam in the building and i spotted korkor wee with his friends there :D and i have finally decided to buy this pair of shoes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/562574/Image(191).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/570583/Image%28191%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :D so cheap. $61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, saw a primary school friend of mine working in a limited edition nike shop. now i know where he get his galore of fanciful shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to try out this marine parade laksa shop in the heart of queenways shopping mall. not bad :D but i think it is overpriced. after that , waited for the special bus again. while waiting, there were 2 boys playing around and suddenly one boy rushed up to where my brother was standing and pulled down his pants? so funny. my brother got a bad shock. i thought the boy wanted to wee at my brother's shoes then the mother quickly rushed forward and brought him to the toilet. i think the mother was too embarassed to turn to look at us and didn t noticed that the boy's private zone was still exposed. the bus soon arrived and korkor and i got a seat. then he realised that the people that were standing were all females and he felt really bad. i think he coudln t take it anymore and asked a lady beside him if she wanted his seat. how the lady answered was quite funny because she looked frighten? i coudln t stop lol-ing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivocity for dinner , before that walked around a lil and then we came across this magazine shop and there was this column full of FHM and sexy girls and the shopkeeper titled that area &lt;b&gt;MALE LIFESTYLE &lt;/b&gt;it is like trying to saying every second of man's life is porno? ate at Thai-accent and i tried the green curry which is soooo hot! it is not really spicy, just that when it goes down your throat , you really need more than one glass of water. Korkor order a bowl of tomyam beehoon and it was just as hot too. Our nose kept dripping and i think it was quite obvious because striaght away, a waitress came and gave us a couple of tissues. She is so cute :D and before leaving the resturant, the manager who served me before asked whether i enjoyed the green curry. It is really surprising because he served so many customers and could remember something so ordinary that i have chose to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed a lil while in the bookshop and they had this small display of artist's notebooks and you can actually view them but you must wear a pair of gloves to keep it clean. their drawings are nothing compared to mine. i am so full of envy now. went to the arcade later and played air hockey and i finally beat my brother &gt;:DD but he beat me in my always champion armadallo game. he rolled so fast. took a picture of him drifting a virtual car. can you imagine someone can still looked so calm while drifting in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/472135/Image(192).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/911312/Image%28192%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drifting is an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home after that. it started to rain later and we ran , not because we mind getting wet, but because my brother wanted to show me how fast his turbo speed mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116828248419580358?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116828248419580358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116828248419580358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116828248419580358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116828248419580358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/boots-shoes-are-made-for-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116818808165518489</id><published>2007-01-07T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:41:21.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;} necktie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/66691/Image(190).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/495699/Image%28190%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my PMK shirt a lot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116818808165518489?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116818808165518489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116818808165518489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818808165518489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818808165518489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/necktie-i-love-my-pmk-shirt-lot-d.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116818795324431490</id><published>2007-01-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:39:13.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>} PIG STEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church in the morning and i am sorry deborah but i was really quite angry that you were late and you didn t even apolegise? hmm nevermind, it is all over and everything is okay already :D glad you like the necklace i got for you. today's session at church was a lil scary. i dunno why but i feel scared when people speak ' tang ' . they speak it when the holy spirit touch or bless them. I was taken a back when a lady in front of me started speaking tang really loudly and when we were singing songs to Jesus , a boy suddenly broke down and cried and a girl i was holdings hands with spoke tang too. i really dunno how to explain my feelings at that time. And also i learnt that it is better not to talk when i am angry and it does not matter who is right or wrong, it is who will make it right. hello, make sense right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the session, went to meet korkorwee, yuan yin and yi lin at marine parade entrance. before that , bought curry pok and cheese ball to eat while waiting. our youth session is really weird, it is after breakfast and no lunch , so everytime after a session, deborah and i always feel hungry. :D actually the plan was to go have a free lesson of salsa but korkor wee change his plan to cycling and then change again to bowling. we went to marine bowling at east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played funny for the first game and i got in the hang of 'wooing' everytime somebody bowl . LOL, korkor wee was so shy when everyone woo after he got a strike. you can see his face turning red. finally, i got a nice picture of yi lin and I . i like i like :D not long, we had to change lanes because the machine was spoilt. a lot of people were staring at us especially the group of guys beside our lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/277464/Image(175).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/722144/Image%28175%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after korkor came, we decided to challenge each other. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;we called ourselve &lt;u&gt;PIG STEW &lt;/u&gt;there was korkor, huaywen, yilin, ryan and me :D! and korkorwee's team was &lt;u&gt;KWAY CHUP &lt;/u&gt;HAHAHA. inside consist of yuan yin , deborah and huay yi. because there were 4 of them, we allow them to give a 50 points leadway but in the end pig stew won cause my brother got so many strikes -.- i really dunno how he do it . woot, then korkor wee said i got the natural look of being a national bowler. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korkorwee, kor kor and my father played another game among themselve while the cousins run up to the arcade and we had to wait a while for the guys to collect the tokens. straight away after deborah and i collect the tokens, we chiong to the dance dance revolutions game? halfway deborah let yi lin play and she chiong to the para para ( using hands) soon, my brother said we had to go for dinner. our parents wanted to eat at a koran bbq resturant but it was really expensive so we decided to hang aroudn at burger king while waiting for our turn in long beach resturant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner was really good maybe because yilin deborah and i laughed a lot. too bad sufen wasn t here D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/827834/all%20the%20cousins..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/732911/all%20the%20cousins..jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ohana' means family and family means nobody is forgotten or get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. korkor is gonna get my shoooooe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116818795324431490?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116818795324431490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116818795324431490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818795324431490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818795324431490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/pig-stew.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116818538752438557</id><published>2007-01-07T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:56:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; } yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn t do so much in the morning. practically slept through the whole saturday afternooon. later in the evening , i willingly followed my mother to marine parade to meet with na and her family for dinner :D went to crystal jade and ate a set meal. but that wasnt our main aim, the main idea of going to marine parade is to spend nana's ESPIRIT discount &gt;:D hahahaha. i bought a 3/4 jeans and a t-shirt :D , was about to go off but suddenly nana and mummy decided to stay longer so as usual .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/894691/Image(156).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/152229/Image%28156%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret shot 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/698485/Image(155).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/549437/Image%28155%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking the 'legs' photo, one of the staff told me i couldn t take photos here and i told her we were taking our own legs and she was a lil pissed? i didn t really know why but yeah. initially, nana didn t let us go to the arcade but after a short while she told us in a angry way to &lt;u&gt;just go &lt;/u&gt;so in the end, i just go la :D too bad, i didn t see goat. sigh. why is it when i am dying to see him, he is just not there? we played the basketball game again but still haven t achieve to stage 3. thank goodness the pervertic cashier guy wasnt there that day cause before that huay wen and i were arguing who should top up the card . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to GIANT later and people start going mad at one corner and realised they were snatching for lil mandrian oranges and mommy and nana and uncle tai kit were there picking and choosing and i took 2 and ate it straight away. HAHAHA. but too them, i think the oranges doesn t cost them much lor. after that wen, yi and i just pushed the trolley round and round while waiting for our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/390761/Image(160).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/571810/Image%28160%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/10385/Image(162).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/292164/Image%28162%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my own trolley . HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/902709/Image(171).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/443546/Image%28171%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had dreams about being a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. btw i lied to nana that we didn t go arcade :D and yesterday when nana called me fat, she made it up by buy me a monokuru table calendar mat. i am still wondering where to put it &gt;:D and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uncle tai kit bluff me he was a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like that will EVER happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116818538752438557?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116818538752438557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116818538752438557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818538752438557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116818538752438557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116801612816103383</id><published>2007-01-05T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:01:53.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;} wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so refreshed after my bathe :D had such a long day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late today for 15minutes today so in the end we took a taxi down to SGH.the check-up was short today surprisingly and the doctor said i can be discharged today :D yay. but next week i still have to go to KKhospital for the results of my bloodtest. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later went to china-town because mommy wanted to try out the famous yong tau foo store. lunch-hour was over so the queue wasn t really that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/623950/Image(135).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/579470/Image%28135%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy's the one in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yongtaufoo was quite good really but i seriously think it is overpriced. one small bowl for $3. mommy says it is because it does not contain any &lt;u&gt;aginomoto &lt;/u&gt;hm. i dunno what is it called in english, maybe it is chemical flavouring? later we ordered sambal kangkong and her favourite dessert. i suddenly can t seem to remember the name. :\ took a walk around the market before having lunch and mommy just had to buy 3 heave mattress covers and we had to carry that stupid thing around bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a search for a pair of slippers and i almost bought one for $49.90 but i didn t really found it comfortable and brought mommy with Icon with me to help me to look for my ideal shoes. actually i already had what i wanted in mind and i quickly went to Nora's shop where she do designs for the shoes . she is so creative la :D. she is mixed malay and chinese and she actually took higher chinese. man, i feel so shame of myself ): here, see her designs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/183663/Image(138).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/669800/Image%28138%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you smell the magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite spoilt for choices and mommy let me buy 2 pairs :D i bought one right off the rack so she sold it to me at a cheaper price - $20. hah, i love it so much :D so gothic yet a lil feminine. the other pair is more for formal wear and i can only collect it next week. i can t wait for my pretty shoes :) right now , my gothic shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/364515/Image(136).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/349983/Image%28136%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with it baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nana and huay yi at icon. they spend a long time looking at the cosplay shop and nana bought a pair of pants and stockings for huay wen. later nana was so mean, she made me wear huay wen pants and it was a lil tight then nana say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be tight for you but of course not for huay wen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the sheet. i helpped her yet she is so mean D: my mother also never defend me. huay yi also bought another custom made pair while i fetched wen from the station and bring her up to the icon and let her choose her own custom made shoes too. omg, we spend a lot of time in the shop when there are 5 levels downstairs waiting for me . so while i was waiting, huay yi and i started playing with the wall papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/417616/Image(139).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/711707/Image%28139%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did huay yi cross the road? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/240894/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/908357/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she wants to steal my cab D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/43261/Image(142).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/217980/Image%28142%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy pose hor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/158946/Image(143).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/838196/Image%28143%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later mommy accompany me to other levels and i bought a pair of white pants :D so stylo and i bought a present for someone. i think someone will squeal once she see it . later went to billy bombers for dinner. the food there is so rich. i ordered the ribs but i think kenny roger and outback ranch is better. their bbq sauce is so scarce. so dry. the milkshake is good too. huay wen's rootbeer float is not bad either :] she thought she broke her straw and made me ask for a new one . ): and i think huay wen 's appetide is increasing :D YES YES. i hope it is true. she ate so much today. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/116434/Image(149).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/964966/Image%28149%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this secret shot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this, we still walk to PMK and i bought a shirt :D i think i will wear it to church. actually i didn t want to buy it at first because i coudln t try the white shirt and there was only S for yellow colour . i think the guy saw my sad face and told me secretly that i can try the white shirt secretly. hahaha. i was quite surprised. thank you to him, i got my white shirt :D mommy is so trendy now. she bought 2 shirts from pmk. hmm, i am wondering when is she going to wear it . i want to see my hip momma! the guy working at PMK bugis is not bad looking &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/215636/Image(152).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/346101/Image%28152%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi felt a lil bored while we were choosing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so she decided to play with the pictures on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;trying to see how far she can jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so late yet my father hasnt had his dinner and we accompany him at ang mo kio and watched him gobbled away. i am glad he fetched us home , i was so tired D: hm, there is floorball training tomorrow and i think i will skipped it again. it sucks not to know anybody from there. i hope mr wee didn t keep any records. so i think i am free tomorrow, i am wondering what i am going to do. i wanted to say something but it slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/154150/Image(137).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/223531/Image%28137%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says she is going to ground kor because he keeps on eating expensive food with kaka. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116801612816103383?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116801612816103383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116801612816103383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116801612816103383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116801612816103383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/wonderful-world.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116792530895655201</id><published>2007-01-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T07:41:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/470298/Image(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;} TO THE HUSTLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today to go meet deborah at raffles city to have breakfast before heading down to Singapore Poly Open house . the way there to poly is such a looonnng train ride. i think it would be fun to have a cousin going the same poly as you, or someone close :D yvonne said JC was a lil boring but i think later she will warm up and make a lot of friends . so happy for her. hope she don t forget me though. ): because she is the ONE TRUE FRIEND that stick with me through out (: urm, still got peipei they all la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, deborah and I walked around first while my mother went to meet up with my father because he have forgotten to bring his handphone. later, we sat around and talk to the lecturers about the courses that we wanted to ask. i think i am game for creative media design :D it is quite interesting really. we have to sketch out designs for advertisements for some companies. Retail management and integrated business are courses that i will also keep in mind but the cut off points are so low. oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went in to one of the career talk and i saw dented head. he is so tall. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Veron. A and Justin for 987fm! i wanted to take a photo with them but i am so shy ): oh yeah before i forget, jian cong is nice enough to let deborah and i know we can work at the daycare center but joanna doesn t seem so happy about it, like everything we do is wrong? deborah never really let me explain my feelings, she always say i sound so fierce when it comes to this type of things. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father works in Singapore Poly for so long even my mother knows almost all the maritime lecturers there la :D we took a lil mini van to see the million dollar stimulator . it really looked that real okay! after a while, the lecturer explained so detailed that deborah and I keep getting distracted at other things. LOL. i think my mother also was feeling the boredom and bluffed one of the 'captain' that we are rushing to go somewhere and we skipped the whole engineering process. There was this ang mor kia studying there from mexico , HE IS SO CUTE :D i like his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was still a lot of time before meeting up with my brother and zhi qiang for dinner so my mom decided to go back to tiong bahru to do some massage for her neck. before that, mommy treat ourselves some gelatos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/839751/Image(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/251570/Image%28109%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM. darkchocolate with yoghurt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the clinic, suddenly there was this freako guy behind me said Hello. It gave me such a bad scare and he was standing so close to me . I think my face looked quite shocked and he spoke japanese. He thought we were from japan. OMG. then he started talking to my mother like he knew her for very long. psycho psycho psycho. we quickly walked in to the clinic after that. before mommy's turn, there was this ang mor kia who got his shoulders dislocated and the docter was trying to put the shoudler back. the shoudler got dislocated because he was playing wii nintendo tennis and he swing too hard and all of the sudden it dropped out . i didn t know so while i was sitting in the waiting room eating my gelato, the guy started screaming . i totally lost my appetide after that. after mommy gone in, deborah and i sat around before heading to the pet shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/466434/Image(114).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/889677/Image%28114%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah playing with her poly goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/255213/Image(115).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/911979/Image%28115%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/391338/Image(116).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/901624/Image%28116%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your spinal cord :D can you see me waving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the dogs at the pet shop are sooo cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/493764/Image(118).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/828739/Image%28118%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a customer's dog - Champion . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/325276/Image(119).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/341312/Image%28119%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1500 each. (toilet trained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/64286/Image(122).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/663112/Image%28122%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah and i bought this for rocky boy :D (peanut butter flavour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later headed back to the clinic and continue waiting for mummy. while waiting, it started to rain heavily and the waiting room was so dark. the entrance to the doctor's room started to become even creepier than usual and when i peered in, i saw headless skeleton with a christmas star hanging around it . so much for a christmas tree :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/408222/Image(123).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/529055/Image%28123%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah still can play with the fierce doctor's reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/185932/Image(127).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/724103/Image%28127%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you looked long enough, something might pop out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/237796/Image(128).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/776308/Image%28128%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that a elderly couple sat in the waiting room to wait for the rain to stop. we started chatting and surprisingly they dunno nothing about chinese. so whatever the doctor said, i sort of have to translate for them. mommy say they might be peranakan. no wonder. aunty looked like 60+ but she is in fact 70! and uncle also, he looked 60+ but he is 80! i was like OMG, really!? they say deborah and i are so helpful :] later the fierce doctor asked my mom whether deborah or I is prettier and of course my mom tell him that she can t comment on anything. HAHAHA. fine ): then the doctor say my eyes are nicer while deborah's nose is nicer. hm, each have her own flaws la hor &gt;:D then he say we are prettier than fann wong . woot. deborah, i think we can sign up for miss universe when we are 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the rain finally lighten up, we went to meet kor kor and zhiqiang for dinner at ang mo kio to eat salted egg crab :D Zhi qiang treat :D went to the library later and borrowed a lot of comics :D haha, later i used deborah receipt for some lucky draw. it was the only entry inside. i have this feeling she will win. HAHA. and the prize is some kiddy books. i stuffed some library books in my brother bag and it looked like a turtle shell. Deborah and I laughed like crazy. I should have took a photo of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah was supposed to bunk at my house tonight but she didn t bring any specs or extra contacts lens so in the end she called her parents to fetch her home. saw belle, i feel so sad for her , her father died not long but she still have to wait for wilma's employer to come back before attending her father's funeral. sigh, her eyes were so watery. i just didn t know what to say to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, jia wei's second day of kindergarden school and he already beat somebody. HAHA, sound like my brother when he was young. he is so cute la . he is so adorable. he is the boy who is eating ice cream in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, gtg hospital tomorrow. troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/352983/Image(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116792530895655201?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116792530895655201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116792530895655201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116792530895655201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116792530895655201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-hustle-hello-d-woke-up-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116783613576913297</id><published>2007-01-03T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:55:35.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;} jia wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/913271/DSC00269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/287078/DSC00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116783613576913297?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116783613576913297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116783613576913297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116783613576913297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116783613576913297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/jia-wei-i-love-my-ice-cream-d-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116782444178399823</id><published>2007-01-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:40:41.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;} don t tell me you know me well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i don t even know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can t seem to choose the necessary things that i need. it is hard, knowing that everyone around me is moving on while i am still stuck here wondering what i should actually do. i seriously wonder about my results that i am going to collect in feb. right now, with nothing to do, i might as well enjoy it now then regret it later in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know , i thought after i have completed my 'o' level , i would be free? but god dam it , i am so wrong. every study steps i take is always wrong (for him). he can never understand the talents i have, the talents that i think i have. i know i was never wise in the family but that doesn t mean you have to put me down in every way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this entry, i don t want to mention it anymore because from here onwards, it is my choice and no one else. i just hoped that if i take the wrong path, i suffer alone and don t pull anyone down with me . it kinda sucks being somebody's burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t do much today except watched chobits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, pauline really made sense. when one day i am really sick of him, i should just take a break. i dunno if i am doing it correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116782444178399823?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116782444178399823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116782444178399823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116782444178399823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116782444178399823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/don-t-tell-me-you-know-me-well-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116775379476089150</id><published>2007-01-02T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:06:03.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;} blood diamonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah came over to my house in the morning while her mom went to facial. i was still sleeping when she came. i think i woke up after she coughed or something . ate porridge that my mom had bought from the coffeeshop and watched the world's strongest man. my brother is seriously full of crabs. :D he can make fun of everything and anything. later out of random, i told kor that uncle weelam and ryan watched night at the museum , gold class in VIVO city and my brother said he watched in gold class before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: huh! really you never told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah: what movie did you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor: King Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah and I laughed like crazy lor. my brother was quite confused. for deborah and i, our thinking was king kong the movie was filmed before Vivo city was built. we thought he was trying to say something stupid. after laughing for so long, i finally explained to him and he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great world city have gold class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam. the joke wasn t funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with my brother to meet up with his friends and gf. we watched BLOOD DIAMONDS at marina square. not bad not bad :D but i still prefer FLYBOYS. it is really so darn good :} after the movie , Zhi Qiang say that now they have a reason not to buy diamond rings anymore which was quite logical actually. the amount of people dying or being tortured while childrens are trained to be soldiers just because of a stone - diamond. the movie later encouraged us to buy non-conflict diamonds but how do we know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate Kenny Rogers for dinner . it was so filling la! i coudln t even finished my side dishes. the macoroni and cheese is sooo sinful D: but i still did not finish it . hah :D come, look at my leftovers of half a dozen of pepper honey glazed roasters wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/113987/Image(099).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/774785/Image%28099%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played bowling later and we didn t get caught for not wearing any socks :D this is the first time i beat everybody because i didn t use much strength and the machine coudln t register it and i get to have so many chances :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/234531/Image(102).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/529141/Image%28102%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrays of colourful bowling balls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/254434/Image(101).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/765112/Image%28101%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly smelly ronald macdonald pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/893392/Image(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/244242/Image%28100%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is so sexy &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that is about it ):&lt;br /&gt;going to SP open house of 4th jan. can t wait actually. i wonder what i am doing tomorrow. no plans again. maybe i will call yvonne up for lunch :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116775379476089150?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116775379476089150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116775379476089150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116775379476089150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116775379476089150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-diamonds.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116766701570199018</id><published>2007-01-01T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:56:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;} disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finally came online after a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;i said happy2007 and so did he.&lt;br /&gt;but the conversation was boring ( i felt it that way)&lt;br /&gt;and he is currently busy&lt;br /&gt;and he will message me when he is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a step each.&lt;br /&gt;now it is &lt;b&gt; his turn &lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is my turn again or&lt;br /&gt;has the game already ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2007?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116766701570199018?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116766701570199018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116766701570199018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116766701570199018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116766701570199018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116764106680392680</id><published>2007-01-01T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:01:54.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/952356/Image(080).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/794100/Image%28080%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY 2007 ! :D&lt;br /&gt;another year. another tragic tale ):&lt;br /&gt;hah. just kidding :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;} yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;waited 12 hours for him but it turned to nought. anyway, went to church to celebrate the new year. i found it quite dull at first , probably due to my stucked nose. everybody was jumping to the music and i jumped! and it dripped, and i decided to stop :] the pastor asked us to fast and to stay away from what we desire but i don t think i can do that? like for eg: i just ate porridge and now i am on the computer. i am not so strictly christian. i just go to church to be with God. nevermind, everything sounds so complicated for my first post of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it is me but fredrick kept looking at my way , maybe he is disgusted at me blowing my nose all the time. haha. gidian kept asking the whole world if i looked singaporean. so qian bian &gt;:{ he told me to stop bluffing him and tell the truth, whether am i a korean or a japanese. bleurgggh. even jian cong say i don t look singaporean. then kelvin started telling lame jokes again. he said his hair is worth more than ours because when he pawns it , he get moneys. ( he dyed his hair gold). so funny.went to marine parade later for lunch. deborah and i ate fish and co. we sat there for quite long actually . i realised that the more i want to see goat, the more i won t get it to see him. Before i saw him at the arcade the previous day, i was telling myself i would die if i see him because i wasn t wearing any pretty clothes and unfortunately, i saw him. so much for telling myself to be mature. after lunch, walked around and soon school'e' said she was fetching us soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Su Fen's house for family gathering. soon, the party started. we had dinner first before we started hanging around and took some photos among ourselves. last pictures for dec 31 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/300777/Image(086).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/537383/Image%28086%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah and i :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/219998/Image(083).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/774490/Image%28083%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a toast to sufen and i :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/210200/Image(084).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/510876/Image%28084%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for secondary school, wen and ryan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later brought the small cousins to the playground. went to play with the swings for a while and got bored quickly after that. we suggested to sufen to change to another playground . the way there was quite funny. we wanted to take the shortcut route but there was this bangala standing there, eyeing on us . we were quite scared actually because we were all girls except for ryan who is only 12 years old? so we just take the risk, after walking past him, i saw him turned around and headed towards us. i think we ran like crazy lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufen , deborah and i were just sitting on this kiddy rides talking. huaywen was sitting on this spinning thing which was just a few feets away from us . Something told me to look at her. She was spinning averagely and next thing i know she was going faster and faster . it was so fast and in my mind i was telling myself that huay wen really got the guts lor. i think at that moment deborah and sufen looked too. suddenly huay wen started screaming for help, and it happened so fast , she flew off the the spinning bowl and landed on her side. it was quite scary because she laid still for a while . it gave me such a bad scare. i thought she fainted or something. thank goodness it wasn t a concrete floor but a playmate. deborah , sufen and i started running towards her, calling out her name . when she opened my eyes, i coudln t stop laughing . i mean the way she fly was seriously comical. huay wen said it was like taking drugs and she didn t even know she flew. she said her paradise ended when she opened her eyes and her head throb. man. huay wen ah. huay wen. deborah told her to bite her thumb and rubbed her stomach to prevent her from vomiting but huay wen still can say her thumb is dirty. LOOOOL. and when deborah finally force her to do it , she looked like a giant baby. i really coudln t stop LOLing. huay wen wanted to kick me back then. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/199695/Image(091).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/199695/Image(091).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/137881/Image%28091%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the spinning thing that wen was sitting on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/184620/Image(097).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/962320/Image%28097%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened when she spin too fast :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/774571/Image(093).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/278037/Image%28093%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi tried the spinning thing and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/537297/Image(094).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/446196/Image%28094%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another spinning object except huay yi didn t fly off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/331114/Image(095).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/811295/Image%28095%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn t fly off either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that when huay wen was better, we played some childhood games like lao yin chua xiao ji? then we decided to ask 2 china girls to join us. i think one was around huay wen age (12) and another around huay yi age. (9) after that the 2 china girls asked us to play blind mice? like niether the catcher nor the players can touch the ground , we can only play on the playground it self. i volunteered myself to be the catcher :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oldest one, 12, call her ah pui okays :D . she is so so so strict in this blind mice rules. when i was trying to hide away from one of her sister, i tried to hold on tightly to the ropes but bth already, my butt touched the floor and in such a stupid haughty voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wo kan dao ren jia de pi ku dong ti xia horrrrr. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufen was with me at that time. i dunno if she saw me rolling my eyes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later sufen and i planned to catch the darn ah pui lor. From my hiding place, i whispered to sufen, who was the catcher, to go left left left. in the end, ah pui got caught :D later she caught huay yi and i told her i would take huay yi 's place instead and she was arguing with me why can t huay yi play. Deborah told ah pui she was only primary 3 and ah pui said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ye shi primary 3 ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is because of her english, she is primary 3 and not 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think in the end i was quite irritated with the blind mice game. so we sat down and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : wo men wan &lt;b&gt;plain catching &lt;/b&gt;la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpui: plain catching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : errrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah: bu dong catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpui: hao ba - turns to me - ni de hua wen hen jiang leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : TMD! - thinking in my head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau. does she know who she is talking to? i am 4 years OLDER than her, not younger than her. before we left ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pui: se mou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: wo de yin wen ye shi hen jiang leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pui: ... hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pui: bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: eh, ni dong "bye" se mou yi shi mah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pui: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. i am not looking down on people from china. i have friends who come from china. i am just pushing her down because of the attitude she gave to us. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sufen house and drank a mouthful of mild beer and waited for the countdown while playing billionaire. everytime we go to sufen's house , we are always playing billonaire. i can never grow old of it :D i remember playing it for the first time at yi lin's house when it was mama's funeral. we all wanted this game to ourselves and kept asking sufen where she got it from , but she didn t know either and the only answer we got from her was it was a present that the neighbour gave to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes before 1 jan 2007, school 'e' called us down and scooped us some ice cream while the adults have beer. i asked for one cup, i was afraid i wouldn t like it so i made my brother drank half and surprisingly i love it :D i asked for one more cup but before i could drink everything down, my mother caught me ): and took away my last mouthful . everybody count down to it and cheers. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adults played one more game of mahjong before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year once again :D&lt;br /&gt;and goat, i still haven t wished you yet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/1600/455079/Image(082).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/876/2136/320/847615/Image%28082%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a new year kiss to everybody :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116764106680392680?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116764106680392680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116764106680392680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116764106680392680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116764106680392680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-d-another-year.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116749184955910178</id><published>2006-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T07:17:29.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;} waiting again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am down with a sore throat ): while waiting for a goat to come online for 11 hours already. it is making me so anxious that i am digging my nails again. shucks D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn t have told my mother that i was sick, i was so dying to go to church and now , i don t think i can anymore. ]: but the cold is gone (: only left with the stupid dry throat.and the guy from Toy R us called me :D but i am working on the different day as deborah. i am working alone ): i am so scared. deborah said she will accompany me . oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think goat have temper? concluded that from his testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;but i don t really give a dam about it now, all i want to do is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; talk to him NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116749184955910178?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116749184955910178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116749184955910178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116749184955910178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116749184955910178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/waiting-again-i-am-down-with-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116746697375280867</id><published>2006-12-30T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:22:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;} wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning was long while waiting for him to come online. i still can t control the involuntary action of my heart pumping so fast whenever i think of him. i am still waiting for him now .&lt;br /&gt;gosh, goat. your the first guy that made me so anxious in my whole life . i love the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, how long do i have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;but he really mean that much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah, come to church tomorrow :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116746697375280867?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116746697375280867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116746697375280867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116746697375280867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116746697375280867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/wait.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116740900100128018</id><published>2006-12-29T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:16:41.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>} may i cry? because i finally spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he emailed me and i added him on msn.&lt;br /&gt;omfg, i seriously don t know how to describe my feelings now . the feelings are so mixed. i am really trying so hard to describe it . holy. yes i am happy but honestly it is more than just that. trust me.i dunno what to say or do. when he emailed me , my hands were shivering and my heart was pumping real fast. omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just went offline and he left me here alone in mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;help me. i really need a hug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to suntec, met peipei . she was quite shocked to see me as well. it was quite funny. we crapped all the way until her stop. then she still scold me about starting late for getting a job. haha. i don t think i will make it to the jobinterview at Toys R Us in suntec. There were a lot of people applying for it . The sales application were out . Now i am only left with stock takings. ROAR. better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; later i was deciding whether should i go for floorball club training. yvonne could not go because her brother was sick and fariza could not go because she had to try out for national trials and sheryl just said plainly she was not going ): other than these 3 people, i really dunno anybody else and in the end i didn t go for club training. then i made a new friend - cheryl :D she really really very nice to talk to and she have the same likings as me la :D we walked from marina square to suntec to marina square and met mac chicken for dinner. took neoprints with mcken :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train down to bugis and walked around till our feet hurts. we queued for sake sushi for 30 minutes and we ate quite a lot :D i really don t understand mcken. he is so skinny lor ): thin , urm just lighter than me by a lot &gt;:( then me and cheryl quickly sat together and forced deborah to sit with mcken. it was so funny. could not stop laughing . later i ate one tempaki and coudln t bite properly and deborah laughed louder. i bet mcken think we are childish &gt;:{ cheryl had to go back later while we go to the arcade and played bishi bashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah's mom called and told deborah she was grounded and i really want to go to church. i really believe He helped me with Goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, my heart stopped when i saw his name in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if one day will he make me faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivocity with uncle willam , ryan and deborah to watch movies. hehs, uncle willam and ryan went to try out the gold class seats while deborah and I just watched Flyboys. Please go watch Flyboys. it is really that good. really. honestly, i guarantee you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that , had lunch at a high class swenson. the food there are a lil expensive than the normal one. so funny. we asked for so much tata sauce that the waiter said " YOU TUO YI GE TATA SAUCE?!" on our 6th asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later uncle willam suggested washing our hair for fun at jean yip. i was so shy but since when did uncle willam became so cool lor :DD this is the first tiem i let a guy wash my hair. :] he keep trying to find things to talk to me . it okay la. i don t mind :D at least he is not as pervertic as the guy in the arcade. he coudln t believe i was 16 . hah! i look mature &gt;:] then later he said something funny which i kept laughing about it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: if you perm your hair, you will look like japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: if you straighten your hair, you will look like taiwanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: LOOOOOOOL. STOP IT LA . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we walked around. oh yeah, now i know what sadiq and raihan is working as now &gt;:D i found the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goat goat goat goat goat goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;i really really have that much feelings for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116740900100128018?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116740900100128018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116740900100128018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116740900100128018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116740900100128018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/may-i-cry-because-i-finally-spoke-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116723617725528164</id><published>2006-12-27T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:22:07.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;} more than just puppy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i think i am more than just bonkers. it is truely &lt;b&gt;LOVESICK&lt;/b&gt; . i can t help it, some nights i dream of goatkiss. Is it really fate or just plain coincidence that he live nearby and there is a 30% chance he would come . shit, my heart is beating so fast. i can t even tell myself if i am happy to see him or sad that i didn t get any contacts of him. i think he knows i have something for him but he is not doing anything about it . my mom said after going through Jc , it is hard for him to look at girls my age. She said when i am 18 and he is 21, he would really take a real proper look at the mature true me . But , 18? that is in 3 years time. that amount of time, does it really make me change so much, does it really make me into a woman? hold me okays? i am just afraid i may not have that 'thing' anymore, in three years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard being the youngest at home because no one takes you seriously and you will always have this thinking that people will give way to you. that is the problem, that is not mature thinking. another problem is , i never felt this serious in someone before. however , i know that one day i will be rejected by him, honestly. my mom told me to enjoy this feeling while i can, but this feeling, it somehow feels painful? like knowing he is just there! but you just can t ,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; just can t .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi stayed overnight my house yesterday and she helped glue my lilo and stitch jigsaw puzzles and we played this club penguin game that i coudln t really let go of because i wanted to catch the big fish and in the end i found the secret of it :D omg, this is immature right. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the night huay yi sleeptalk which gave me such a bad shock! (note that it is 4 am }:[)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi: What colour you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: -wake up straight away- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi: WHAT COLOUR YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: omg omg , what thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi: i am asking you WHAT COLOUR YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: i dunno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huay yi: forget it , just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke her up in the morning and asked her what she meant in the night, she said she don t remember. thank god she don t sleep walk in my house. brought her to school to let her play some floorball. everybody thought she was my lil sister and said there was a slight resemblance. i taught her wrist shot and not bad la she :D later accompany her to run . luckily mr wee didn t scold me :] and even asked her if i bully her. hmp. after that everybody played penalty shot and i asked her to play. i think she had fun la . the boys were exceptionally nice :D they pulled the goalpost down when the goalkeeper was not looking and in the end huay yi scored. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nana and wen later in the passport phototaking shop. she was wearing her Cedar uniform. i don t like it when the blouse is tucked in. look a lil ' toot' , AHAHA, okays. then we had lunch at 147 coffeeshop and go back to my house and played some computer and did some drawings and then it was time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at some china resturant which is so good :D i ate alot lor ): fatty. i ordered blackpepper steak rice and i felt so happy because the steak was soft and not tough and when i bite halfway, i realise the steak was not cooked. i lost my appetide. thier carrot cake is nice :D and urm the xiao long pao and the mango pudding :DD god, if i keep feeling happy everytime something nice melts into my mouth , i think i can t fit into my jeans anymore. uncle tai kit took a really ugly photo of me when i was eating xiao long pao, worse of all he is so tyco to catch me sticking out my tongue at him with all my xiao long pau in my cheeks. he won t let me touch his phone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to marine parade and i brought wen and yi to the arcade and the people at the counter tried getting fresh with me . we played basketball and i told huay wen to help me top up because i don t want to see the guy's face and then she scream and ran towards me and i thought somebody touched her but when i saw what she was pointing at,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my heart stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way home was seriously emotional and uncle taikit kept rubbing it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks peipei, gloria and yvonne for the presents . i love it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116723617725528164?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116723617725528164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116723617725528164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116723617725528164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116723617725528164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-than-just-puppy-love.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116702122417690196</id><published>2006-12-24T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:33:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MERRRRY CRIMBOO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot, soon it would be 2007 but i still don t need to go to school on Jan :)&lt;br /&gt;life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated christmas eve at Cornerstone church in Katong shopping center. i was really really so nervous. i didn t know what to do. i felt like a odd thumb sticking out of no where. when everybody was raising thier hands to God, i felt to awkward to do that . But deborah said i would get used to it . :] After that i was introduced to so many friendly people la :D . i think because i was a newbie there, i didn t receive any presents at all ): but it was okay :D later jian chong shared with me his stories with God. I was quite nervous and shy? LOL to make it worse, i was wearing a skirt. ): i felt a lil uncomfortable lor. And jian chong seriously seriously don t like 24, he is even older than my brother. i thought he was 18 or 19 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i like the present that kelvin gave to deborah, i was so tempting to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we had lunch at this delicious cafe. the black pepper chicken there is so good la :D i can t help but to smile at every bite. then later kok sing sit beside me and ate somebody's unwanted food and he kept laming with me ? but it is okays la . i don t mind (: and then he asked me what school i came from , whether it was mixed or what , and at first he pronouced my name wrong and evelyn corrected him and then he said yeah yeah i knew that one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this Evain so cute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FIRST EXAMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: you see hor evain, deborah is my mei and jingyun is her cousin, that makes her my cousin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evain: HUH really ar, (turn to me ) , are you really kelvin's cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY: NOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: YESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SECOND EXAMPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evain poked me and asked if i am Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so so so cute la :D cannot stand it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kelvin hor, another lamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FIRST EXAMPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: JINGYUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: Ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: wo bu yao YA, wo yao JI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SECOND EXAMPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah: the bus stop is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: Here (point to his cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we kinda got lost and we took bus 40 to bedok and took bus 9 to si mei . then my mother told my brother to fetch me from tanah merah station instead . :] later i got scolded from my brother and mother for being so late and everybody eat before us . and my mother somehow like don t approve of me going to church. she is like afraid of something. ): later i still eat again at yi lin house. wah lau can grow fat . we played a round a mahjong , a game of ping pong and watched NANA  movie, one quarter of it and we took family photo and opened presents! wow wow wow, i got a cashbank from kaka, a big big notebook which i really love from wen and yi, a book, marley and me from a deborah which i think it is the greatest present, a tigger plushie from ryan, a sexy necklace from ah kim, another sexy necklace and a bracelet from gi kim, a zip zip bag and a ang pow from nana , a eye glazer from school e and the most comical of all , yuan yin gave me fake eyelashes. OMG. everybody laughed . she is so cute la. i asked her is it my eyelashes not long enough or something. so funny. Rocky got his shares in shredding up the wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back home at 1am because my dad was tired ):&lt;br /&gt;party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won t forget 23rd december and the 9th of august.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116702122417690196?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116702122417690196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116702122417690196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116702122417690196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116702122417690196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/merrrry-crimboo-d-woot-soon-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116680405474779500</id><published>2006-12-22T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:14:14.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;} zoo zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we walked to the left,&lt;br /&gt;as we walked to the right,&lt;br /&gt;as we walked , as we walked,&lt;br /&gt;as we walked all night,&lt;br /&gt;with our heels and our toes,&lt;br /&gt;and a half turn about ,&lt;br /&gt;we've found a new found friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the worst morning today. deborah and i so badly wanted to bring huay yi go to the zoo today but her ( mang zhang ) mother didn t allow cause she was too busy getting school stuff for huay wen. sigh. deprived childhood. nana was afraid she would get caught in the rain. and guess what, it didn t even rain heavily today! but when we left the house to the zoo, huay yi really really really reallly looked sad. sigh, if i were her, i would have cried. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mac-chicken at AMK interchange. waited so long &gt;:[ luckily he came in time with the bus :D&lt;br /&gt;the journey to the zoo was quite short :D maybe because i was quite excited or something. we finally reached there and i coudln t help but to think back about yvonne's birthday party. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;ate a lil KFC before going in . took a lot a lot of pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i still dunno if the false gavial near the entrance is really false. do you know the crocodiles inside are seriously gigantic! the tails are way way fat, like about 50 cm. SO BIG CAN :D i don t like it . it is so scary. i wonder whether i was looking through a macnifying glass of something. the llamas there are very &lt;u&gt; ai swee &lt;/u&gt; they actually let you take a picture of them upclose and posing ?  Inuka , the polar bear, looked so sian lor ): i think he is going to be sent to another country soon and there will be no more polar bears in our zoo. we went to see the CATS family, the amphibians family, the aviary and some butterfly dome. all the animals are let loose. very very cool :D then, there was this fake frog on the floor and i thought it was real and i screamed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i could not get anything for huay yi at the souvinier shop. we got lost during closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner later at bishan in the food court. i think bishan should hire better singers :D&lt;br /&gt;and finally i got huay yi a christmas ornament and a blackandwhitepig stickers she really like. my mom said that make her day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy tang yuan day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;} yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with school e , my mother and deborah to the floral exhibition at suntec. very beautiful. :D&lt;br /&gt;deborah and huay yi stayed overnight my place and we made christmas cards :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116680405474779500?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116680405474779500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116680405474779500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116680405474779500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116680405474779500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/zoo-zoo-luckily-he-came-in-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141309.post-116663792425824144</id><published>2006-12-20T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:07:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;} stuck here waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn t really do much today.&lt;br /&gt;watched Atlantis in the morning and played the computer the whole afternoon after that. too busy having fun with raquel and pauline. later learnt a lil beading session taught by my mom. she wanted me to make something for Kaka because she always get me something for christmas. in the end, i made her a pair of earrings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually cooked!&lt;br /&gt;i cooked porridge for dinner and prepared the ingredients :) i am so proud of my achievement! i finally finished one of my jigsaw puzzles. so romantic :D lilo is kissing stitch. i was thinking of goat the whole time i was doing it . man, and my mother actually talk to his mother this afternoon and she told me that after we arrive in singapore that day , some girls asked for his photos. bleurrrrgh. arggggh. bleurh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite pissed at deborah and joanna just now . one can t make up her mind and the other dunno how to explain herself. so at first deborah cancelled her chalet and decided to stay with me instead and then joanna called and plead her to stay at the chalet and deborah was confused. i know she badly want to go but . hmm nevermind, anyway now she decided to stay at my house now :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see some flower exhibition tomorrow. if i didn t see my mother's exasperation, i think i woudln t go with her . ): but flowers are cool :D especially when they are from all around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i heard this really really cool fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa's original clothes colour are actually blackand white but because coca-cola decided to use santa claus as their advertisement and change the colour to red and white and from then on, people recognise santa claus as red and white instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. bet you didn t know that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21141309-116663792425824144?l=-cloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/feeds/116663792425824144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21141309&amp;postID=116663792425824144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116663792425824144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21141309/posts/default/116663792425824144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-cloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuck-here-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697763033338781037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
