<?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-14955109</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERbigIdea</title><subtitle type='html'>The weblog of JY the Great.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14955109.post-116668762378748184</id><published>2006-12-20T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:53:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back~!&lt;br /&gt;Virtually. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy since my last post, which seemed like a month or so ago, and I went to 2 chalets. OneofthemIcan'tsaywifwhomhohoho, and the other one was with my Pri schl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up pretty frustrating for me, as the guys (as usual, guys) thought that I was ... I dunno, full of sarcastic comments or something and kept "suan"ing everyone. And Samuel said "I was just sitting there" during the BBQ. (Therefore I wasn't allowed to complain.) Well, that's not true - you think the fish wrapped themselves in aluminium, and spreaded chilli sauce on themselves? You think the NTUC food appeared there for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEHH&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we went to Wild wild wet (just the girls). I've never been there before (Yes. Laugh all you can), but I thought it was pretty similiar to the place in Jurong. o_o Or maybe I've been there before. I DUNNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought super ex flip flops for $15.90. u_u Well, let's hope they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jumped into the water in our day clothes. HAHAHAR. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I was in my second day of PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kudos to tampons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Anyway, it was okay la. AND THEN HOR. MY HOLIDAY DIDN'T STOP THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: WE=my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE WENT TO BINTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintan is in Indonesia, which I didn't know (Keep laughing). So I brought my super ex flip flops there. And I swam in the ocean and lost my specs. D: (Who cares, I get new ones.. which are white and silver, and make me look typically even more extra.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get there: By ship, around 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resort was very nice. It's called "Mayang Sari", and the whole place lined up full of little huts facing the ocean! The beach is 10m away from my door. Yes, and when I wake up, I HEAR THE OCEAN.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha! I shall go to Bintan again someday!&lt;br /&gt;Bintan=awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintan food=expensive.&lt;br /&gt;And it caused me to vomit in the middle of the night. And the next day, I had diarrhoea (I can spell it. HA!) and rashes appeared on my cheeks. Allergy I guess. My first in a lifetime! In Bintan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tiny harbour-like restaurant at a place called the "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt;", a 5-mins walk from the resort. That's where I ate. =x Lunch and dinner. Cause there's no other place to eat, except at the super-ex restaurant in the resort! u__u Oh, and at Kelong the view is SUPERB. Like, ocean ocean ocean + tiny islands! One of them was gorgeous, with a bended coconut tree (cos of the wind), and a white lighthouse thingy at the edge of a green hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(JH didn't think it was nice, he thought it looked like the island in The Ring. Pweh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 2nd day, we went uptown (lol) to buy maggie mee. Oh, and I ate at a fast food branch, and had a chicken burger (the bread is too soft and sweet for me. x_x). And I ate &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;snakeskin fruit&lt;/span&gt; (direct translation from chinese, haha). It looks all reddish, and the skin is like scales. Tasted odd. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day we had to check out at 12noon, so we did, but our ship's at 5.30pm. SO WE PLAYED CARDS. For the whole afternoon! =D And after we reached home, we went to Geylang for dinner. STEAMBOAT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ran into my parents' friend, (whom I found out was their nightlife companion) who is a private sailing coach at high-class (aka rich people's) clubs. Then they started to talk about the Asian games and money and yada yada. x_x So cheem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. ENOUGH ABOUT BINTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came back from CCA camp early cos of my toothache~! T_T&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT LIKE HELL. LIKE SOME MONSTER WAS SAWING MY TOOTH APART.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to get it extracted as soon as my dad got home.&lt;br /&gt;And it bled like mad yesterday. But I didn't feel anything during the extraction, just that the dentist pressed really hard on my face and dug all the bloody roots out. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds gross huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now addicted to Subeta. oo; Come and play too.&lt;br /&gt;www.subeta.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116668762378748184?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116668762378748184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116668762378748184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116668762378748184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116668762378748184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-virtually.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116490265841741359</id><published>2006-11-30T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:06:08.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEWARE: JY FITS&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall say this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I am rather fed up.&lt;br /&gt;I have to let this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, dear readers, listen up.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need people to keep reminding me of it. =/&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it starts off as a joke. Then it irritates. Then it annoys. Now it gnaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eyes, and I have mirrors. u_u I never really went around calling myself a doll, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am nowhere near perfect doesn't mean you have the right to trump on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain rules in friendship, and the top one would be, "Keep your comments to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, sadly, received tons of comments saying "You're so ugly."&lt;br /&gt;What should I reply to make both parties happy?&lt;br /&gt;a) Yes, I will work on it.&lt;br /&gt;b) I know.&lt;br /&gt;c) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;d) Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, my answer have been b or c. Now, it shall be only d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered these after my horrible juniors, namely Phyllis and Jiafang, started to joke about my looks. No, you're not a babe yourself, so why speak of others that way?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care what you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;At least, dear Phyllis, unlike you, I am not battling obesity. Jiafang, I know your name isn't Michelle. =) What a cliched (not to mention fake) name. Well, honey, buck up in your dizi first - you call what you're blowing A SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one shall lower my self esteem more. Is it a crime to be ugly? Am I not worthy to be with others because I'm fugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, d) fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116490265841741359?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116490265841741359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116490265841741359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116490265841741359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116490265841741359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/beware-jy-fits-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116445316596831418</id><published>2006-11-25T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:14:15.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My skin is so prettay, right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I show you these 2 pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1971/289/1600/754950/mono.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1971/289/320/147548/mono.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1971/289/1600/68454/rukia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1971/289/1600/61308/ru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1971/289/320/574709/ru.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of similarity is that!? creepy =x&lt;br /&gt;x_x People who watch Bleach should know, the girl on the right is Rukia.&lt;br /&gt;But the chick on the left is only Mono, the shared account of our guild. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;What's with the strand of hair? I have a nagging urge to cut it off. =/&lt;br /&gt;Even the ends of the hair are so similar.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I must be going nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116445316596831418?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116445316596831418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116445316596831418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116445316596831418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116445316596831418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-skin-is-so-prettay-right-by-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116411827230884948</id><published>2006-11-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:11:12.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix Movie's trailer is&lt;em&gt; out&lt;/em&gt;, though it's only a minute long.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.hpana.com/news.19673.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a behind-the-scenes footage from Mugglenet.com ^^&lt;br /&gt;So cool, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)  That kiss was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, actually, Radcliffe is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not hot, but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I CAN GO TO TWO CHALETS NEXT MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA DEE DUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can go on a holiday with my parents~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're buying a car~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WH00T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116411827230884948?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116411827230884948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116411827230884948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116411827230884948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116411827230884948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116402754745389589</id><published>2006-11-20T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T05:03:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOHHHH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PangyaSEA recently launched Season 2, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JAPANESE AND KOREANS ARE ALREADY IN SEASON 3.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY get all the characters to play with, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JAPANESE AND KOREANS ALREADY HAVE THE "MARRIAGE" FUNCTION.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst, they are already developing new characters - new characters that are totally hawt and gorgeous; new characters that PangyaSEA will take FOREVER to launch. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL LEARN JAP.&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT I AM ABLE TO PLAY COOL GAMES WITHOUT LAGGING BEHIND INTERNATIONALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. f7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE A FCUKING NEW MAP AS WELL&lt;br /&gt;NOT FAIR&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://season3.pangya.jp/"&gt;http://season3.pangya.jp/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THE VIDEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE FCUKING DRAGONS IN GOLF GAMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116402754745389589?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116402754745389589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116402754745389589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116402754745389589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116402754745389589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/oooohhhh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116356387440091697</id><published>2006-11-14T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:11:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lived in constant denial of my name.&lt;br /&gt;I used to say, "call me jy", cos I thought my real name sounded terrible.&lt;br /&gt;But it has kind of grown on me. And the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT THE CASE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS JINYAOJINYAOJINYAO.&lt;br /&gt;JIN YAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3myname~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that, it is not "jy" that people really connects to.&lt;br /&gt;It is the tall moron, named JINYAO.&lt;br /&gt;jinyaojinyaojinyao -chants-&lt;br /&gt;I shall be proud of my name from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jinyao. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116356387440091697?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116356387440091697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116356387440091697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116356387440091697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116356387440091697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-lived-in-constant-denial-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116356270493378384</id><published>2006-11-14T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:51:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I am so lazy. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Maple is currently undergoing a really cool patch, with ZIPANGU TOWN'S PRIMIERE IN MSEA~~ And the contact lenses, something that I thought was a good idea a long time ago. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a lot of money on my 3 cm pixel, known as Xwie. =X&lt;br /&gt;Like, A LOT. 7 maple cards at least. Wave good bye to $73.50. T_T&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I virtually got married the day before yesterday. =3 It was fun, and I got a lot of gifts, muahahahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Portia for her heart earrings&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Cheng for her Tobi&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bella for her Bunny Slippers ($3? =x)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alisa for her Fame&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Choochoo for... NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Choochoo's bf Tock for his 400k mesos&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Drum Bunny for their red whip&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to stranger on ship for his LUK crystal&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to -laogong- for his icicle.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone else who came to wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;See? I have great friends.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, choochoo lent me her Tobi for a few weeks, so she's not worthless. xDD&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not so bo liao as to fall in love with Maplesea pixels.&lt;br /&gt;This wedding is completely taking place for the fun of it. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go ice-skating now. =D&lt;br /&gt;Later I am eating with Portia.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;A few last words.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be separated leh.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T WE STAY AS A CLASS? =(&lt;br /&gt;Separation sarks.&lt;br /&gt;Portia has grown off on me.&lt;br /&gt;We speak and act like each other.&lt;br /&gt;Except we look like complete opposites.&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time we'll still take the bus home together.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll wait for her after 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll go to CCA together.&lt;br /&gt;And go to Lot 1 together.&lt;br /&gt;And cut our hair together.&lt;br /&gt;And look at guinea pigs, and wondering if I should buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116356270493378384?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116356270493378384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116356270493378384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116356270493378384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116356270493378384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116322565740747487</id><published>2006-11-10T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:14:17.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is stale.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm too darn busy training XWIE~ (aquila - add me.)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy A LOT OF cash le. So wasteful =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALET CHALET&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CHALET&lt;br /&gt;WITH PRI SCHOOL FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116322565740747487?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116322565740747487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116322565740747487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116322565740747487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116322565740747487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/11/buahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116203473440280663</id><published>2006-10-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T04:25:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I'm fortunate to have some real friends around me. =/&lt;br /&gt;Friends like Samuel, Portia, Li Cheng, CW, etc etc. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOY = movie time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch every single movie there is. x)&lt;br /&gt;But I have no $$. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong is SOOO nice. Youtube rox. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116203473440280663?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116203473440280663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116203473440280663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116203473440280663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116203473440280663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-realised-im-fortunate-to-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116177590171366960</id><published>2006-10-25T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T04:31:41.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson of the day: Two-timing is NOT a good option. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong is so nice. =X Except that I think until the end, it's getting more and more boring. I don't care who becomes King, per se, but only who ends up with Caijing/Chaegyung (so nan ting). Wahahas, even CKC likes Goong~ The Hyorin (or Xiaolin) so extra!! x_x -stabs X99999- Stupid woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father keep peeking at me when playing maple. So "wei xian". He will ground me from internet forever if he finds out that my buddy list is full, and half of them I don't know who they are. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he secretly wants to play. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116177590171366960?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116177590171366960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116177590171366960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116177590171366960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116177590171366960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/10/lesson-of-day-two-timing-is-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116140094180846304</id><published>2006-10-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:22:21.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my skin &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did miserably for EOYs. I don't want to talk about it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I shall talk about Maple. Yesterday, I became rich overnight and suddenly got 260k instead of the measly 90k. Yes, 260k is not a lot, but still. =) I can go to Orbis without resorting to hunting for coconuts. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who play Maple, tag your world and nickname here. xD So that I can add you.&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to Orbis. For real. And getting an extreme makeover. Who want to go with me?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's connection is stupid, keep kicking me offline. Grr... And I can't even complain to him, incase he doesn't let me use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 more years, I'm going off to College/University. (got diff??) And I will be going somewhere far, I hope, so I shall never depend on anyone again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My life is GOOD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116140094180846304?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116140094180846304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116140094180846304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116140094180846304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116140094180846304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-changed-my-skin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116065105963352864</id><published>2006-10-12T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T04:27:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On second thought, this year's EOY programmes will be a milestone for me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working at MOS Burger. (probably, unless my father don't let me and bribe me with a laptop)&lt;br /&gt;2. Two chalets! One with dizi seniors and the other one is class chalet. I want primary school chalet again, Chew fei! xD Last year very fun, with the boys throwing tantrums and Jingjie's teary fit... rofl. So dramatic~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Super tight CO schedule. Next year got SYF, and I'm probably not going to get in, but then if so, my seniors will assassinate me. (Not murder, cos assassinate is for important people! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Flying overseas to Hainan Island place. It sounds dreadfully boring, though my bro said that it's like, a paradise. I expect there to have loads of padi fields and chicken farms. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Adjusting to Sec 3. OMG. I AM SO OLD. IN 4 YEARS I MIGHT (unless I drop out.) GET INTO UNIVERSITY. -feels wrinkly- And I am no longer taking science - but Chemistry! (I only dare say Chemistry because I might not get into triple science. -gulp- Chem is compulsory, anyway xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CAR! MY FATHER IS FINALLY BUYING A CAR! HOOORAY~~ but I still have to take the stupid 961 to school. GRRRR. At least he can pick me up on weekends. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Maple. I can finally play maple with ease. No more fire-breathing parents. No need to hide when people come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Sounds exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that tomorrow, Friday the Thirteenth, I am getting my results back. I did horribly. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this in Sam's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, but made me miss Princess Hours. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/caijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/caijing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/leexin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/leexin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/caijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell who's who? xD Hmmm... Only if they were maple characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Name: JY&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 1st May 1992&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Divorced. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Deep black. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Deep, deep black.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Monkey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Dead animals. =x&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses: Computer games, handphones, gadgets, drama serials, books, comics.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Hawaiian Lovers'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: I hate my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Single.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Hot Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: EWWWWW - NO!&lt;br /&gt;Curse: =x Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: No. HAHAHAHAH j/k&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: No.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health-freak: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: No.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: 27?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Green. lol&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: Black~&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Guy-short. Girl-long. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Doing some stupid quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: Online.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours ago: Home.&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: Home.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: Looking for Snowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ELEVEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;I love: animals. ALIVE ones.&lt;br /&gt;I feel: great.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: my face.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: Snowie.&lt;br /&gt;I need: Maplesea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116065105963352864?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116065105963352864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116065105963352864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116065105963352864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116065105963352864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-second-thought-this-years-eoy.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-116064387124026059</id><published>2006-10-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:04:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY I AM SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;I ASSEMBLED MY COMPUTER ALL BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid case was damn hard to pry open. x.x And now it's hanging out but WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN PLAY MAPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Only not yet, cos I have to re-download it. All the patching says something is corrupted, and I am pissed, but AT LEAST I HAVE A KEYBOARD AND MOUSE AND INTERNET CONNECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyperhyper-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning only got monitor and the big box lor (forgot the name). I am so pro! I went on treasure hunt and found everything. And just now I got the blue box connection thingy! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a moron. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, if you're reading this, I know your level and stuff and etc by searching on Maplesea.com. The ranking part. xDD DUH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-116064387124026059?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/116064387124026059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=116064387124026059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116064387124026059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/116064387124026059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115936888556547312</id><published>2006-09-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:59:12.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;In a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't me blog pretty?&lt;br /&gt;I love her hair -points up-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wehehehe. I'm in Dad's room, pretending to do Lpjl's assignment (guess who).&lt;br /&gt;But I've already finished it. =/&lt;br /&gt;-yawn-&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging now. Next monday=history!! -gaspgasp- &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for EOY's! &lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~mimisk8/puff19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 42px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 31px" height="42" alt="" src="http://home.att.net/~mimisk8/puff19.gif" 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/14955109-115936888556547312?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115936888556547312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115936888556547312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115936888556547312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115936888556547312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-in-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115934430339425699</id><published>2006-09-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:05:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a Cybercafe with a lousy keyboard and stuff, with loads of Marsiling kids on my left. =/ And some strangers and stuff. I'm paying $2 per hour to blog and play maple, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH is supposed to come with me, but he thought there's no space so he left, leaving me alone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain about Lynn Pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 62% for English this term.&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me 15/25 for unseen prose, and 6/10 for speech!&lt;br /&gt;That's like, totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm flunking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I so want to stab her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also due to Elizabeth and her busybody mum, too. Who started a stupid petition, and kicked Mr. Jailani from his post. Yes, he might be a lil tacky and cheesy but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is probably punishing us and smirking, "See who's complaining now" or sommat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated that I don't care who sees this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Ha - ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115934430339425699?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115934430339425699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115934430339425699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115934430339425699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115934430339425699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115803638172897233</id><published>2006-09-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:00:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mimisk8.com"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://home.att.net/~mimisk8/coke_imagebelongstomimisk8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/pie/quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand" height="98" alt="" src="http://www.quizmeme.com/pie/peach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Music: Koda Kumi - You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Comp lab now.&lt;br /&gt;Parents say if Jinhao can get into "Express" stream, then we can have a pet. =DD I want dog. But maybe hamster also... Aiyo dunno la. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with that song Chapter 7. Haha. Everyday listen. The MV quite nice also, Sherlock Holmes style. (I'm talking like someone else. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching "Jin Shan Shun" - My Lovely Samsoon. ^^ Very farney. Like watching myself liddat, cos I'm fat, too. =/ Except I don't know anyone as handsome as the male lead. What, Zhenxian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later have last lesson, Geog. Meh I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I want buy 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I never eat anything today, still not hungry =D Good sign.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I ate too much yesterday... ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sound like myself today leh.&lt;br /&gt;A bit the emo today.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. u-u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought Fruits Basket 20, out of pure randomness. I must spend every cent then happy. =O Now I shall continue to buy 19, 18, 17, 16, until 1!! xD&lt;br /&gt;Even though the School library have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feels guilty- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115803638172897233?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115803638172897233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115803638172897233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115803638172897233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115803638172897233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-koda-kumi-you-im-in-comp-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115760860972420078</id><published>2006-09-06T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:56:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was MAF (mid-autumn festival).&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't as bad as I thought. But the actual mid-autumn festival is one month later leh. u__u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys aren't that bad, except for one person. WILLIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IF YOU KNOW HIM, ASK HIM TO GO AND DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;After I managed to keep myself dry during the "mass games", which includes millions of water bombs and tons of crazy CO people, he go and pour water on me! Right before I'm going to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; I don't even know him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of the day was still okay. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even when I'm in the second day of PMS.&lt;/span&gt; T-T&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit on one-another (in a circle), just like in Sec 2 life-skills camp. So we have to sit on boys' laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we have to use a TOOTHPICK and put it into our MOUTH and hang a rubber band there and PASS it to a BOY who has a TOOTHPICK in his MOUTH too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it looks like kissing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cheated quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have two groups, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GROUP A&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GROUP B&lt;/span&gt;. I'm in Group B while Portia is in Group A.&lt;br /&gt;Group B plays "30 li pu" while Group A plays "tai yang ji jie". 30 li pu is sweeter and nicer. We got 71.6 points, while group A got 70.4. hehehe. So we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said dizi was pro. =P Like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to come back to school at 10am to do props for stupid Drama.&lt;br /&gt;Which I starrs as a "se4 lang2". v_v&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't do anything else except to paint a piece of cardboard blue. So now, I'm slacking in class and playing Jay Chou songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of him, his new album seems to be quite good, but I actually think that Fei Yu Qing sings better than him. =P Because FYQ sings instead of mumbling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to buy. (Including a HAMSTER -hinthint-)&lt;br /&gt;So many things, so little money.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to revise for EOY. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT, I'M GOING TO WORK =DD&lt;br /&gt;At Bugis Mos Burger, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;$_$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115760860972420078?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115760860972420078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115760860972420078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115760860972420078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115760860972420078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-yesterday-was-maf-mid-autumn.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115691895703296489</id><published>2006-08-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:22:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Portia is busy doing her Dreamweaver homework beside me. On &lt;em&gt;hamsters&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad blatantly refused to let me buy a hamster. =( Mean, old, selfish, fatty~ &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;But he said yes to a fish.&lt;br /&gt;HOW WEIRD IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes HE keep, may I remind him, are all cursed to a lifespan of maximum 7 days. Because there's so much dirt in the water, the fishes can't even breathe. Or eat. Like, would you eat in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense. Maybe it's due to my inability to write anymore. =( That's probably why I chose Triple Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to continue to persuade him to let me keep a hammy. =DD Even though they die very fast. Lifespan of 2 to 3 years. Portia's previous ones passed away fairly peacefully. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE&lt;br /&gt;I hope the peeps I linked don't mind my boring nicknames. =P If you really cannot tahan, tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW GOING BACK TO PRI SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I will get to see CKC again!&lt;br /&gt;And I can mock at him! =DD For his turtle-like equipments!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to take neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;And eat!&lt;br /&gt;And watch movies! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who want me to link them, tag also. n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I STILL HAVE TO DO HISTORY ASSIGNMENT. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTTTT~~~&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115691895703296489?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115691895703296489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115691895703296489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115691895703296489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115691895703296489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-i-have-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115665897818163469</id><published>2006-08-26T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:09:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's some new guy moving in today. Rent= 400 per month.&lt;br /&gt;Blehhh. 100% loser for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's mad for me not cleaning my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115665897818163469?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115665897818163469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115665897818163469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115665897818163469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115665897818163469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-some-new-guy-moving-in-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115648908760465091</id><published>2006-08-24T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:58:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>I feel bimbotic, so I chose this layout. =P Yes, I'm still not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to go to CCA in like, now. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia is beside me. Shall edit another time.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me (sms or something) if you want your link here. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115648908760465091?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115648908760465091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115648908760465091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115648908760465091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115648908760465091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115612761507778914</id><published>2006-08-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:33:35.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging in school.&lt;br /&gt;No, not break time.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;Comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;NOT SECRETLY.&lt;br /&gt;Because Mr. Chiang is so nice. He let us watch movie. And play comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Portia is peeking at my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is Artificial Intelligience. The girls here are all grossed out by the machines for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Last time he played Quill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit third lang. Portia has a test today.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;WH00T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115612761507778914?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115612761507778914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115612761507778914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115612761507778914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115612761507778914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-blogging-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115527085273526948</id><published>2006-08-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:34:12.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;I have SOOOO MANY THINGS TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, I NEED TO COMPLETE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL READING MY BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE LIKE, DECEASED ONLINE ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I posted this too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115527085273526948?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115527085273526948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115527085273526948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115527085273526948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115527085273526948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115450280731705722</id><published>2006-08-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:13:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just popping in to see how this blog's decaying. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just printed tons of stuff on my account. Yes, I'm in school. Watching Helen the Baby Fox this friday! Looks very nice &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/helen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kawaii hor? &gt;3 Yes, I am very rich. Yes, I watched a lot of movies already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I have a Physics test tomorrow and a Chinese test on Friday. And yes, I'm not revising. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got 15/20 for Geog test. Considered very bad, seeing as 1/4 of the class got full marks. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But who cares. 75% le.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Mrs Lee (Lang Arts, english, lit, whatever) can't teach. I miss Mr. Jailani soo much. (As a teacher). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115450280731705722?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115450280731705722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115450280731705722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115450280731705722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115450280731705722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-popping-in-to-see-how-this-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115301797485745147</id><published>2006-07-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:46:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My father is an insensitive wart&lt;/span&gt;, but I am not. So I shall not abuse him here. &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribeans - Dead Man's Chest is very, very nice, except that I hate Keira Knightley in the end for what she did. (Watch it to find out.) And poor, poor Jack Sparrow. (I adore that guy.) And the Commander is SOOO, ANNOYING! Will Turner is an idiot as usual.&lt;br /&gt;The story ended in Lord of the Rings fashion, which is ultra annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER YEAR. NOOOOOOOOOOOO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework. I hate school. I hate my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115301797485745147?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115301797485745147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115301797485745147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115301797485745147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115301797485745147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-father-is-insensitive-wart-pirates.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115164378632307590</id><published>2006-06-29T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:03:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to Funfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm supposed to be working on funfair.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm slacking in the school's comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;No lessons! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Funfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Venue: Linden Drive 2, (Bukit Timah road there.) Dunearn road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Buses: 170, 961 (opp. marsiling mrt), 156, 154, 174, 74, 67, 66, 171, 151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: 1st July, Sat (sorry! i write wrong just now x.x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time: 9 am to 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got what: Bungee jumping, Viking (the boat thingy), lots of food, drinks, manicure and body art stuff, haunted houses, sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115164378632307590?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115164378632307590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115164378632307590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115164378632307590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115164378632307590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-to-funfair-today-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115146951588433029</id><published>2006-06-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:03:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNFAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 1ST JULY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SORRY! SO SORRY! I'M SUCH AN IDIOT... OMIGOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In Comp Lab in school.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME TO NYGH FUNFAIR! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT &lt;strong&gt;GHOST HOUSES AND RIDES&lt;/strong&gt;!! THINK ESCAPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And popcorn and candyfloss and coke and ribena and seven-up and fishball and sausages and nuggets and chocolate and ice-cream and candies and cookies and coffee and spaghetti and bubbletea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOT OF GAMES ALSO! &lt;/span&gt;With attractive prizes!! (muahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND GOT HAIR-DYING SERVICES! AND NAIL PAINTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALSO SELLING TEST-TUBES WITH GEL AND NAMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A LOOOOTTTTTT OF STUFF! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST COME LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the target earnings for each store is 1k, so make sure you spend a decent amount of your coupons! IF YOU HAVEN'T BUY YET, the funfair there also got sell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYONE WILL BE THERE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise!&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COME VISIT OUR PRETTY CAMPUS ON&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; JULY, SAT, FROM 9AM TO 3PM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia and JinYao can show you around! (lol, might be a bad thing..)&lt;br /&gt;And there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WILL BE BOYS THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND PLEASE COME, SO WE CAN HAVE A BRAND NEW LIBRARY!! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115146951588433029?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115146951588433029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115146951588433029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115146951588433029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115146951588433029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/06/funfair.html' title='FUNFAIR'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115089785594450425</id><published>2006-06-21T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T06:50:55.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is dying. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a lot of movies this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Cars; She's The Man; DaVinci Code; Garfield 2; X-men III; The Omen; Over The Hedge; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this time, I didn't sneak on. My dad let me use it. (Although I was supposed to get off 15 mins ago.)&lt;br /&gt;No, he's still a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;As I still have to earn my own handphone. u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$170 L6 IN PINK! XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115089785594450425?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115089785594450425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115089785594450425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115089785594450425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115089785594450425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-115037835651555718</id><published>2006-06-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:32:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Using Dad's comp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the worst holiday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't play Pangya or any other internet game for that matter; I have CCA everyday; I can't watch TV 'cause of goddamned world cup and other jerks banging the Xbox; and no one wants to watch movies with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ee just made us cancel our Dizi trip to Sentosa. -stabs- T-T I mean, she was only talking about making Suona practise, and she suddenly dragged us into it! She just ruined everything. YES, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what "LIFE SUCKS" mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-115037835651555718?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/115037835651555718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=115037835651555718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115037835651555718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/115037835651555718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/06/using-dads-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114994567063087548</id><published>2006-06-10T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:21:10.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in friend's house, wif long long manicured nails, so i cant type properly. no wonder bimbos all type lyk dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whether u know it or not, my father claimed he's selling the comp, so i cant go online nymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no handphone. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i have no life currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'bye. i'll wait for u in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114994567063087548?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114994567063087548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114994567063087548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114994567063087548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114994567063087548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-i-am-in-friends-house-wif-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114809717722532728</id><published>2006-05-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:52:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so totally humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up at 7am, when I was supposed to get up 2 hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So I was late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then because I was rushing to get there, I forgot to bring the ultra-important thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alice accuses me of not doing my article.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Jailani goes all solemn as if I commited suicide by not bringing the fucking thumbdrive.  He looked all as if I had let him down. Furthermore, it was his last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in History lesson, I was too overwhelmed and tired, so I dozed for a while. But Mr Mackintosh was nice about it (he only attempted to smack me on my head several times, and yet thinking it was amusing to watch me cringe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I forgot to visit Ms Chee Pin Lay (about my internet problem). So she was probably mad at me for not seeing her afterschool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool it was CCA. Mrs Ee (aka Mrs Scary. no offence. she's a walking tuner. x.x) was conducting. For the first time I went to her Da Zu. And she was probably displeased, as dizi peeps haven't practised the new song (combined with guzheng) even once with laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have time to go home afterschool, so I have to go to tuition carrying a heavy load of stuff. And I was still in my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X____X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this to get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;Do not remind me when you see this.&lt;br /&gt;Do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114809717722532728?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114809717722532728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114809717722532728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114809717722532728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114809717722532728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-totally-humiliated.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114768869539014141</id><published>2006-05-15T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:24:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;(what a suitable title, don'tcha think? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DaVinci Code was rated an NC16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC16!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;I've waited THIS -pulls hands apart to exaggerate- long for this stupid film! And I was planning to watch it THRICE! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BOARD OF CENSORSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SINGAPORE LAWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SINGAPORE KIDS WHO CAN'T "differentiate between truth and fiction"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, why isn't there a "RK 13"? (Rebellious kids 13)? Or BB14? (Brats &amp; bimbos 14)?&lt;br /&gt;WHY NC 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHHYYYYYYY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;-brawls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poof-&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say. There are no geniuses (like me! -pukes before you do-) in the world without idiots. Bless them if they can't stand nudity, or watch a simple movie without thinking it's real. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feels like Bruce Almighty-.&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I asked a certain friend about what the DaVinci Code was all about.&lt;br /&gt;Reply: It's.... (pauses) uh... -frowns as though it's a really dumb question- about Jesus and... -bites nails- ... Aiya you go read then you know la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time,&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's it about?&lt;br /&gt;Reply: It's very confusing one, I dunno how to say. -looks a little frustrated and leaves me feeling clueless and stupid- Read the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What IS the story all about?&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Uhh... -giggle- I don't wanna tell you! Go and read the book la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can someone please tell me what's it about?!&lt;br /&gt;Reply: The story is very hard to explain one... -daze- You read the book ba. -weird laugh that sounds like 'hohoho'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your vocabularies this limited?&lt;br /&gt;Like, can't you say that it's a thriller revolving a death and tons of clues? Or something along the lines of Dan Brown defying his own religion from another person's perspective? Or that the person sprawled himself on the floor like an idiot before he died and grossed everyone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No offence. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114768869539014141?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114768869539014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114768869539014141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114768869539014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114768869539014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114758446091828686</id><published>2006-05-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:28:17.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is like, so dead. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have zero stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except that I'm getting a new handphone soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still obsessing over Pangya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to read DaVinci Code and Memoirs of a Geisha (don't laugh, I finally got it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my father's comp as he went to the supermarket, muahaha. He refused to making dumplings for me. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found some (boring) stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;My, what a loser I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that Pangya will be installed before he comes back. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114758446091828686?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114758446091828686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114758446091828686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114758446091828686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114758446091828686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-blog-is-like-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114717850667280692</id><published>2006-05-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:41:46.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father just showed me (or made me listened) to mr. brown's podcast number 6.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't that old-fashioned after all. The internet has helped him in a way. &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy researching about the coronary heart disease, which is about eating too much mcdonald's and clotting up your arteries making you die. x.x; It's so boring, and there are not much information in the sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the life I chose to have. I would rather do this than worksheets, anyway. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Portia gave me a new white leathery bag. xP $18 because of a 50% discount in Ice Lemon Tee, haha, and the material is very nice~ Yuqin (co senior) agrees with me! It's the first time I hugged my bag for no reason. lmao. =x&lt;br /&gt;But today it's the bag's unlucky day. First day in use drenched by rain le.. x.x -xin1tong4-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, truthfully, am not supposed to come online. Because I'm connected to some other guy's cable connection. Muahahaha.. My dad won't let me use. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M TRYING TO DO MY HOME ECONS HW, WHILE HE IS HAPPILY BROWSING MRBROWN.COM.&lt;br /&gt;@___@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114717850667280692?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114717850667280692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114717850667280692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114717850667280692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114717850667280692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-father-just-showed-me-or-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114700391220192807</id><published>2006-05-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T05:11:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My woes.</title><content type='html'>My father is the root of my woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often go to Pangya tournaments and get kicked out at the last minute, when I am slowly climbing to the first placing. I often get kicked out after accumulating thousands of Pangs. I often talk halfway to my friends on MSN, and get shut out of conversations due to internet problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often blog and get kicked out after I'm done as the internet isn't connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable sucks. And it sucks more when you have to rely on others' connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father unplugged his box thingy, so I couldn't go online and he could. So he shuts himself in his room and probably watch porn. x__x And I have to rely on someone's connection (of 30% signal. previously it was 100%.) to do my fucking homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he unplugged it. He's probably throwing a tantrum of some sort. Cos when I ask why, he says "No reason" like a wilful kid. He is so goddamned childish and unreasonable, just like a monkey who steals your wallet away, and refuses to give it back because of the banana prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sucks. A hell lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114700391220192807?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114700391220192807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114700391220192807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114700391220192807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114700391220192807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-woes.html' title='My woes.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114645050758503845</id><published>2006-04-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:28:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still play Pangya, but now, with a new account. And I'm not about to tell you the ID, but you don't care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm  discussing Trigonometry with Portia, Jiayi, and Luk Wern. And my dad threw a sissy tantrum, and told me that I'm not going to use the internet anymore for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was more childish than me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ihopehereadsthis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick. And he's not letting me do homework. Like, what the hell. (I'm in a cussing mood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, today is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, no one seems to remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114645050758503845?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114645050758503845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114645050758503845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114645050758503845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114645050758503845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114579694732958108</id><published>2006-04-23T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T05:55:47.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee</title><content type='html'>Watched movie (Eight Below) today with SY at Lido, while parents went shopping. x/&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop thinking about the cute dogs, and how cruel the people were to leave them there. Like, it made me want a pet even more. I'm thinking of getting a Tamagotchi already. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seal was very scary. Like, suddenly jump out of the disgusting frozen &amp; half-eaten whale - scarier than Ju-On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was satisfying, but it left me feeling rather down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WE HAVE TO SHOW THE LANG ARTS TEACHER OUR SIA TOMORROW, AND IT'S NOT EVEN HALF DONE. x___x So I can't play Pangya, or revise for the tests next week. I don't even know what I'm having besides Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114579694732958108?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114579694732958108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114579694732958108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114579694732958108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114579694732958108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/wee.html' title='Wee'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114537417621420863</id><published>2006-04-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:29:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>OMG! Finally! New layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I drew the ugly thingy by myself in paint. xD I added the wordsies later with Adobe. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Maths test today. Didn't complete 3 questions out of 10. x_x Like, wth...&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Geog test was okay, I only mixed one term up. =P I don't expect a lot from Geog and Maths anyway, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangya remains fun. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection ish back~~ WHOOT&lt;br /&gt;Finally, can play tourny! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114537417621420863?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114537417621420863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114537417621420863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114537417621420863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114537417621420863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114458668577340020</id><published>2006-04-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T05:44:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My connection is dead again, thanks to my dad's abysmal connection. x___x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished writing a stupid SIA, and still have to do Maths homework, which has to be handed in by tomorrow before 10:15am, thanks to the new annoying teacher, Ms Lo. She speaks in a monotone, boring voice that could give Professor Binns a run for his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even smile once during the entire lesson! I mean, what a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the Sec ones hate me. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For my tallness.&lt;br /&gt;2. For CCA changes.&lt;br /&gt;3. For disagreeing with them that "Mr Chiang sucks". It is humanely impossible to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;4. For saying "Ms Lo sucks".&lt;br /&gt;5. For throwing a stupid froggy eraser near her mouth. (My CCA junior. Don't ask.) Haha. Bimbo. xD&lt;br /&gt;6. For some reason I don't know - but my mortal (angel-mortal system, kinda like a buddy thing) didn't write for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being disliked by twits. =) I feel so superior compared to their pea-sized brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114458668577340020?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114458668577340020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114458668577340020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114458668577340020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114458668577340020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-connection-is-dead-again-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114397673521176834</id><published>2006-04-02T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T04:18:56.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.panyasea.com"&gt;Pangya&lt;/a&gt; (PANG-YAH) online wasn't as bad as I had imagined. In fact, it might even be better than Maplestory. And it's only in Beta-testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters might have a lesser variety, but they look fine and their actions are natural. None of them moved with the awkwardness of Runescape people. The background is beautiful, and they even have a weather system - where it could be cloudy, windy (affects the direction of the ball), rainy, or snowy. o.o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how raw your skills are, your character always held that same pro poise. 3D makes you more attached to the game. And since everyone looked rather pretty, more guys hit on you. (Perverts as well. Block them. Do not give them hints. Or tell them your phone no. Or MSN address.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't possibly imagine the joy players feel when they hit an&lt;em&gt; eagle&lt;/em&gt;. xDD And attempt combos while flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf was never more fun. n.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114397673521176834?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114397673521176834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114397673521176834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114397673521176834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114397673521176834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/pangya.html' title='Pangya'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114390460391277893</id><published>2006-04-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:16:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>Rules: Bold the following that are true about you and add 5 people who you want to do this at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that honesty is the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn fake hair / fingernails / eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; my mum. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO SHOP! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy window shopping&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed&lt;strong&gt; with my blog.&lt;/strong&gt; halfway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone. &lt;strong&gt;I dislike them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like someone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessive and often a perfectionist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like surveys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conservative Republican.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sea turtles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall for the worst people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;br /&gt; I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't whistle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santas L. Helper is.&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt; uh..&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pointy-ended ears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have underwear every colour of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE korean dramas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I colour-code my wardrobe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own more than 20 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry silently and get over things easily and quickly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blasting linkin park at mum whenever she nags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love listening to jay chou music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I love lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a tragic hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate one of my best friends but s/he has no idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Kind of lame. GTG now. There're some things I would like to say, but I can't say it here as probably my seniors/dad/teachers (gulp) are reading (no, nothing to do with survey, lmao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get paranoid, you probably don't know the person whom "I hate" at the end. xD Probably not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114390460391277893?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114390460391277893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114390460391277893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114390460391277893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114390460391277893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114354476096711504</id><published>2006-03-28T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T03:19:20.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGNAROK LURVE</title><content type='html'>My&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; keyboard&lt;/span&gt; is spoilt by a glass of water (no, not me. I only drink coke.) and therefore I have to fork out $12 to buy another one today. =3 I am sick of the on-screen keyboard and how you can't log in to games just because you can't see the onscreen keyboard in other programs. &gt;&lt;; I love my keyboard. &lt;em&gt;Shall never take it for granted again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ragnarok 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.rpgamer.com/games/other/pc/ragnarok2/screens/ragnarok2ss092905.html"&gt;(screens)&lt;/a&gt; I mean, 'tis so cute~! -squeal- It's a 3D and finer version of my favourite game, haha... They said the quests etc will be more engaging (which is the downside of RO, and the reason I liked Maple ^^), and there'll be a nicer storyline... BUAHAHAHA's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come true~ &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chara's also get better hair, and the environment gets remodelled and THERE WILL BE NICER MUSIC!! They got famous people that I can't name in Japan to compose songs! How cool is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More greedy wishes..&lt;br /&gt;1) Hopefully it will have a version in English &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;2) And be lag-free&lt;br /&gt;3) And will not be cause financial burdens... Like can we pay once only? =3&lt;br /&gt;4) Lastly, for my comp to have enough space for more games =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114354476096711504?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114354476096711504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114354476096711504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114354476096711504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114354476096711504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/ragnarok-lurve.html' title='RAGNAROK LURVE'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114276484791229696</id><published>2006-03-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:40:48.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS I CANNOT STAND</title><content type='html'>THINGS I CANNOT STAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People who nag repeatedly even when everyone else get the point. (eg. my dad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Inconsideration - such as if you are a fat/pregnant lady, do not butt insanely into others when they are carrying heavy objects, look annoyed and pained, and tsk loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Inconsideration 2 - such as when there are a lot of empty seats on the bus, DO NOT SIT ON OTHER'S LAP WHEN THEY ARE VERY POLITELY ASKING YOU TO SEAT SOMEWHERE ELSE AS THEIR FRIEND IS MAKING THEIR WAY OVER. x_____x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Racial DISharmony - when a Chinese refuse to donate as they have no change, do not drag on and on about how sad the race is! And do not talk about how Malays/Indians donate generously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Teachers and their obsession with giving loads of projects and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Teachers and their ridiculously difficult test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Parents with their belief that all-kids-who-go-online-are-bad, all-kids-who-like-jay-chou-are-deaf, everything-that-goes-wrong-is-their-fault-as-they-are-stupid-and-I-can-never-be-wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Parents with their belief that all adults should talk first, and kids should not say a word when adults are talking (whether it is the next big sale or when to play mahjong again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have kids when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I might become a parent. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents = horrible, biased, ignorant, stuck-up creatures that pretend to be nice before stuffing you with revision papers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114276484791229696?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114276484791229696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114276484791229696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114276484791229696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114276484791229696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-i-cannot-stand.html' title='THINGS I CANNOT STAND'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114258219664664514</id><published>2006-03-16T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:56:36.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moron</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had an amusing conversation with Jia Yi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jia Yi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what's down with u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jia Yi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;im very kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WHAT'S DOWN WITH U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jia Yi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;very very kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THAT'S SO FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she went "huh" and stuff. And I know I'm mean. ;) But I can't resist laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;PS: She meant "why are you sick". As people normally would say "I am down with flu". Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and after that, she spelt diarrhoea as "DIARHROEA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-guffaws- &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I explained what was wrong for two times, she simply went "ah?"&lt;br /&gt;And I told her I can't communicate with her. =D&lt;br /&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;vocally or what&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I told her to read the chat log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as Kelvin Tan Wei Lian would have done, she asked, "are u there" and "hello"&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being to take it anymore, I screamed (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YES, I AM, YOU BLIND PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I SAID WHAT WAS WRONG ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YOU CANNOT READ IZZIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went "ok"; "no"; "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why she doesn't type them in a go. =/ -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, in a final attempt to kill me with her ignorance, she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what's down with you ah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;your village called, they want their moron back. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-foams and stabs you before dying-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jia Yi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;huh i don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blocked her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114258219664664514?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114258219664664514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114258219664664514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114258219664664514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114258219664664514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/moron.html' title='Moron'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114250856281541656</id><published>2006-03-16T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:29:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>I am sick (flu and diarrhoea. x_x) and having PMS, and have to stay home today and tomorrow. Which I am not sorry for, as tomorrow is DaZu = Mrs Ee.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not explain why I am sick. It has something to do with going to the cinema yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Portia, muahahaha. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple is refusing to let me patch or re-download leh.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind - at least I still have Ragnarok! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114250856281541656?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114250856281541656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114250856281541656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114250856281541656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114250856281541656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114243348153787952</id><published>2006-03-15T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:38:01.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=3 new lay!</title><content type='html'>(This post is very exaggerated, so no pregnant ladies or people with heart diseases allowed. Puking is prohibited. Why like that, you ask? I feel hyper. Nuff said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout~ =3&lt;br /&gt;I feel really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;otaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today, having watched Final Fantasy VII on my comp today and played &lt;a href="http://www.theanimaro.com"&gt;Ragnarok &lt;/a&gt;for the past hour. n__n You can't blame me for choosing this layout, it's waaayy too adorable! -fwee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nanny McPhee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was kind of nice, but not something I would dish money for. I rate it &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;*** only. =/ Well, the wedding was funny, and I expected the marriage. Hahahaha~ Theatre was damn cold, I was freezing even though I wore a jacket ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't force your friend to buy popcorn for you next time if you can't finish it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tag if you read this post! TY~! =D (Why? I dunno.. just tag la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done any homework yet. Dx Shall get to work tomorrow. (yes, tomorrow, hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;AND SHOOT. I FORGOT TO GO TO TUITION TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well, too late now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American's next top model start liao =o&lt;br /&gt;I want Bre to get out.&lt;br /&gt;No, not the one in Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, that show rocks.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH SAID. I NEED TO WATCH LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiiiieee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can puke now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114243348153787952?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114243348153787952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114243348153787952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114243348153787952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114243348153787952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-new-lay.html' title='=3 new lay!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114216662811681614</id><published>2006-03-12T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:30:28.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.</title><content type='html'>Well, I really like Ragnarok, for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And I like Flashget, too, as I could download Ragnarok private servers faster that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I like RO 'cos of it's resemblance to Maple people, and the 3d stuff. Yes. That must be it. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-addiction-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so random. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114216662811681614?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114216662811681614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114216662811681614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114216662811681614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114216662811681614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/well.html' title='Well.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114205224480299022</id><published>2006-03-10T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:44:04.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the day~&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea why you need a handphone if you don't pick up calls or reply smses. =/ Or don't charge it, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible yet silly dream, that I would be taking the time machine to go 6 years back to my life, and crap. Well, the scary part is that I would lose contact with all my friends and stuff, 'cos 6 years ago, I doubt I could use the internet! And even if I could, my friends would be young again too, and they won't remember me! I haven't even met them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, call me ridiculous, but whatever. x___X I dream about science fiction fantasies all the time. You won't want to hear about Character Chalet, Desert Disneyland, Starry Shanghai, Majestic Mountain or Wonder Waterworld. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch Ali Baba today with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeskills Camp&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much fun. We had an "Amazing Race", which included running from stations to stations in the Botanic Gardens (which is huge), and playing useless games that did nothing to build teamwork. Except that I know who's bossy now.&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra was yelling the whole time about "Can you all please co-operate", and even Hilary had to step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class tee was rather unique and a weird Sec one girl with a foreign accent came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Is that your class tee?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Her: O.o Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Me: o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's jersey styled, white and navy, with a iforgotwhat logo in the front. "5iver" and the index no. is printed behind. =3 But for my case, it's "13". Ewww~ I am stuck with this number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, watched movie (Bring It On) that included bimbos, cheerleading, cheating, backstabbing and teamwork. Ate dinner with milo. x__x Only liked the movie and bathing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we did personality assessment, which was conducted in the Lecture Theatre with a cute speaker. Haha. Cute as in "funny". He said that people were grouped into 4 groups, D, I, S, and C.&lt;br /&gt;D: Dominence (Dictatorship)&lt;br /&gt;I: Influence (Inspiring)&lt;br /&gt;S: Steadiness (Relaxed)&lt;br /&gt;C: Conscientiousness (Careful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an IS (we did a test), but I don't want to become an actor. :(&lt;br /&gt;Portia was an SI (I knew it, she's so slow. =D).&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra and Jia Yi were 'C's, and I knew Jia Yi was a C as she's so calculating, but I thought Cassandra should be a D. -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to sleep in the Quadrangle (for the uninitiated, it's like the Parade Square aka assembly area, except in a long rectangle shape), but it rained while we were bathing. (And stopped soon.)&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone (well, mostly -eyes Portia- &gt;D) were downstairs cleaning the place with mops, rags, newspaper, brooms and stuff. Then we had to clean the toilet. x___x With the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers said we displayed the most teamwork and school spirit in all the Lifeskills Camps ever held. We ate in the quadrangle, then watched "Remember the Titans" (included racial disharmony, teamwork, football and gays =D) there too, and slept at 11+.&lt;br /&gt;The sec ones were inconsiderate and won't switch off the lights. They made such a din. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so boring. n__n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114205224480299022?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114205224480299022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114205224480299022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114205224480299022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114205224480299022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmph.html' title='Hmph.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114165375779220551</id><published>2006-03-06T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:02:37.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, not her again.</title><content type='html'>The day after tomorrow's camp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rant about it too, but for the sake of justice... Just remember to click the red little "x" if you think you're going to kill/ignore/rape (eww) me the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Elizabeth and Alice confronted and preached me and Portia for being nasty to Jia Yi. And said that we are going to hurt her a lot, and to put ourselves in her shoes, and asked us how would I feel if someone said that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if I were her, I would never betray my friends. Despite what we did to her, she still ... did that despicable thing she did. x__x I won't say it, for the sake of her face, to the entire world to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Alice and Elizabeth know about her? She's some nice, silly, fugly ... no, angelic little Saint, is she? I'm not here to comment about her, well, just telling them that if you don't know anything, shut the fuck up. Don't live in your world where you see everything from your perspective. Put yourselves in my shoes, and you would understand why I'm so frustrated, annoyed and irritated with her.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT scolding her for fun, nor am I irritated with her for nothing. There are reasons I could choose not to share with probbing classmates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's a free world - I can choose who I want to dislike, at the very least, and who I pick to quarrel with. There are times when you have to keep your opinions to yourself, and not blab your big mouth off as if you knew everything. Like the assumption that Mr. Jailani sucked, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'm going to stop this crap, haha, so don't wonder - perhaps months later I would have regretted this post. Like, whatever - I'll worry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note, I'm not sorry if people see this and get mad. D: I am, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114165375779220551?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114165375779220551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114165375779220551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114165375779220551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114165375779220551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/whatever-not-her-again.html' title='Whatever, not her again.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114145683936382238</id><published>2006-03-03T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:20:39.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeskills Camp</title><content type='html'>Lifeskills Camp is next Wed, and my dad is resolutely refusing to let me buy another sleeping bag. x.x The one I have is about 3 cm thick, and damn uncomfortable. My friend's is nearly 10 cm. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sleeping in the Quadrangle, aka Parade Square (except it's not square), under the stars. What if a bird flies over and poops on us?&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad then," the teachers said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm worrying about PMS on that day. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll have to use my own money to buy the stuff. My dad's sleeping comfortably in bed. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114145683936382238?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114145683936382238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114145683936382238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114145683936382238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114145683936382238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifeskills-camp.html' title='Lifeskills Camp'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114113457933232823</id><published>2006-02-28T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:49:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths</title><content type='html'>I'm getting fatter every day.&lt;br /&gt;And what's scarier is that I don't actually care.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-shrieks- I'M TURNING INTO A MAN~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this blog skin. =D It's very soothing, not like the previous one. n.n I'm still too lazy to make my own blogskin - and to re-install Adobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, dear, looking at my past entries make me feel like a bitch. :x Honesty mightn't always remain the best policy. Too bad I can't write about anything bad about others online, 'cos prolly some annoying people will tell them. Even my father pops in occasionally. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, still, visitor rate is low. =D I have no time to blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find SIMS Classic interesting, but fairly childish to a point. For example, it won't let the men kiss eachother. D:&lt;br /&gt;Lol j/k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I still have to complete my Flash assignment and CME workbook. u__u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-overwhelmed by laziness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Mr. Chiang (Maths teacher), though. Something cute is emitted from him, that draws my full attention. I actually am revising for him, instead of the subject. Hahas. He let us watch &lt;strong&gt;Quill&lt;/strong&gt; today (a Japanese story of an adorable guide dog), which I already watched last year - courtesy of Nelson Lam. n-n I don't mind watching it again, though. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mr. Jailani also made us watch a movie, but it's &lt;strong&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt; (some story on Negro-discrimination), which is sooo different from &lt;strong&gt;Quill&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, it generated a few laughs, and he also stopped it halfway like Mr. Chiang, but less people complained.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we're watching the second part by the end of Term 2. Long long wait. I would rather buy the disc. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Maths teachers are &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;, compelling, adorable, &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;helpful&lt;/strong&gt; (he gave me tons of hints on revisions), gives out &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;, gives tons of breaks, gives random riddles that are lame but add to his &lt;strong&gt;cuteness&lt;/strong&gt;, explains until we understand, is &lt;strong&gt;clear &lt;/strong&gt;and concise, and did I say cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes out a lot of stuff from his pockets, for example different colored markers. =D He also wears blue everyday. Peeps in my class calls him "Doraemon". See, how cute he is? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not having a crush on him. I &lt;em&gt;admire &lt;/em&gt;him. =D As a nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line between that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;em&gt;so am&lt;/em&gt; going to pass my next Maths test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114113457933232823?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114113457933232823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114113457933232823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114113457933232823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114113457933232823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/maths.html' title='maths'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114095618643164545</id><published>2006-02-26T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:16:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHEHEHEH</title><content type='html'>I think the blog title thing is stupid. I never know what to put there, and the blogskins I choose never shows them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do the Geog essay thing on conservation (I keep getting it mixed up with "conversation") before 9 pm so I can watch Campus Superstar Final Round in peace. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am wasting time blogging. u-u&lt;br /&gt;I will get a new blogskin ASAP. I got pretty enough of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Memoirs of a Geisha already - it's so full of implied meanings, I feel sorta enlightened when I finished reading. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;I also did my first library duty last week - I forgot to return the book for the second time last year. =P I was sick or something on due date. 2 hours of shelving! I can memorise where the categories are by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114095618643164545?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114095618643164545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114095618643164545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114095618643164545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114095618643164545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/eheheheh.html' title='EHEHEHEH'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-114052824837077613</id><published>2006-02-21T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T05:24:08.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A BIMBO</title><content type='html'>&gt;((&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-slaps comp around with dizi... no, broom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection is damn lan can! GRRR. I cannot even talk properly on MSN! Like how stupid is that! It's taking forever for IVLE (school webbie) to load, let alone Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's attempts to keep me off the net are getting weaker. =D No matter what he does (trust me, he tried everything from changing the password to hiding the modem), I still can go online. And Maple. And blog. n_n So he's giving up now. Or soon. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 8 days. A lot. I feel more by the day that magazines like Teens and Teenage are shallow and pretty useless (unless you like reading Dear Kelly to find out about people who craves sex). Seventeen is frivolous and girly, and pretty much beyond my budget. =/ 8 days is balanced, and my thing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing much happened in school except that I have my Maths test tomorrow and the printer isn't installed. D= I can't revise the worksheets online, therefore. And project work isn't very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bimbo moment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, call me mean, whatever, but I really couldn't stand people who&lt;br /&gt;1. Rarely (Almost never) takes the MRT without the company of her mother and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Goes to her grandparents' house every weekend for hours at a time without a consideration for others' time frames.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cries when someone sprays the most minimum amount of water on them with the popular nike waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Uses ancient MSN and refuses pointedly to upgrade for no apparent reason. x.x;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is annoying and rude, and acts cute.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eats hamburger without the sauces and stuff. And hates cheese. Well, it's not exactly bad, but still weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough- You know who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~end Bimbo moment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Class jersey (white and black), but I hate my index no. at the back. For your information, it's a BIG, FAT THIRTEEN on my shirt! Like, wt...I still like it better than 7, though. It symbolizes two people I despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-114052824837077613?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/114052824837077613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=114052824837077613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114052824837077613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/114052824837077613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-bimbo.html' title='I&apos;M A BIMBO'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113949144655788006</id><published>2006-02-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:24:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Today, I saw a print which disturbed me to some extend.&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing. &lt;em&gt;Very, very disturbing.&lt;/em&gt; You can't blame me, as I'm a Taurus, the first Horoscope related to the Earth, and I'm also in the Year of the Monkey, which might explain my love for nature (and bananas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Science, we're learning about conservation. In Geog, of course, we also learn about conservation. In Home Econs, we chop veggies and stuff to cook our meals. In History, we learn about settling down in different environments. In Drama, we learn about an "organic" dance named Butoh (it's jap), and imagining life growing from earth, and how we could do a nature protest with it. In English Lit (Language Arts), we learn about the evilness of human nature. And now, in Chinese and Culture, it was this.&lt;br /&gt;My unusual link to the earth strengthened when I saw the chinese newspaper passed to us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NEW SPECIES OF ANIMALS FOUND IN INDONESIA"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into details, but I was very, very disturbed about this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The animals did not so much as cringe when we went near them, as they have not seen any humans before in their lives. They were separated from our world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made them so scared of us in the first place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are we humans so notorious?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What rights do we have to ruin their surroundings and habitats?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes us so vicious that we kill only for fun - for example, hunting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we think that we are above them? That we are dominating them? Intelligience or physical-wise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't survive one day without bombs, guns, cages to lock animals in and whatnot. In the future, we're going to own Mojo-heads (as in the Powerpuff Girls) as we only use our heads, not our hands or legs. Just like the people in Maple. We will ruin, kill and destroy all the animals just for leisure. :) The Nature Society would have prolly closed down by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a happy image for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there will be no trees, as they all got extinct as teachers keep ordering us to print worksheets. We will then carve words on metal with diamonds, as they are so common then. No, they are not from ores, we will make them with ultra-cool technology and robots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the meaning of living then. To acquire even more knowledge? Or everyone lives to die? I am so glad my life expectency isn't that long. I might die of frustration of not being able to understand the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about it. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113949144655788006?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113949144655788006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113949144655788006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113949144655788006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113949144655788006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113940520379359112</id><published>2006-02-08T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:26:43.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pc's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My computer is REALLY getting on my nerves! -hiss-&lt;br /&gt;Like, basically it hangs EVERYTIME I switch it on, and the connection just sucks! I have to keep troubleshooting, and it'll tell me it doesn't work and what not, while the main controller thing is on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ang (IT teacher) showed us the new comps (actually, a kind of notebook) bought by the school, much to my annoyance. They were called Tablet PC's for some reason, and we were told that it costs around S$4k in the market. The darned hi-tech stuff had a pen attached to it, and we were able to make notes with it and browse on the internet. The screen is about as large as what you're now staring at, and it could be turned 180 degrees. Like, WHAT THE HELL. I WANT. SO BADLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm SO buying it before Uni! Imagine carrying a notebook (or tablet pc) around without any books... I'll only be afraid to lose it! No, I'd better engrave a tracking device or sommat if I really did get one, so that it'll never be lost. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.-.-.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never understand some things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Why do people ask for "plain burgers without any sauce" (just bread and meat)! Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Why people are addicted to smoking and drinking and gambling. I doubt that ruining your liver or lungs and burning your wallet is much fun, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Why teachers set so much homework and deadlines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Why can't I use the computer like normal kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Why are some people so stubborn and incomprehendable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Why some people hate cheese, mayonnaise and pepper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Why some people are born ugly, aka me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Ghosts. 'Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. What morons think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Why did Snowie leave me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;;-;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-weeps-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113940520379359112?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113940520379359112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113940520379359112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113940520379359112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113940520379359112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/pcs.html' title='pc&apos;s!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113922650674417625</id><published>2006-02-06T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:48:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream!</title><content type='html'>I had a horrible dream that everyone found out about my blog, saw what I wrote about them, and started hating me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they call me a loser for calling them morons which they really are, and start throwing smelly eggs at me and whatnot... SOMEONE EVEN DREW ON MY FACE WHEN I WAS SLEEPING!! X___X I'm not going to say who.&lt;br /&gt;And no one would talk to me, be it SMS or MSN, and everyone whispered to each other about me! =( (but that already is reality, so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one would do projects with me anymore, ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;So I am stuck doing a project with Mr. Jailani and Mr. Chiang!! (-cough-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they kicked me out of CO 'cos I sucked, and someone hacked my maplestory account!!&lt;br /&gt;I failed every subject, just like last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH NOOOOOOO.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my alarm clock rang, saving me from madness. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which is true and which is not. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113922650674417625?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113922650674417625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113922650674417625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113922650674417625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113922650674417625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/dream.html' title='Dream!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113913159072060436</id><published>2006-02-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:26:31.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-grumble-&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring a Science assignment home! x__X&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Must explain to teacher again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I'll be like Keng Chee or Jia Yi, bring a turtle shell-like bag home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Geog assignment (read: Assignment, not even SIA (project)! So little percentage!!!) is taking FOREVER to complete! We have done like only 30%, and we're presenting the earliest at the day after tomorrow! Ahhhh ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi cried today when we were doing the assignment, because me and Portia scared her with ghostly tales. &gt;D -muahahaha- They were both afraid of the lift in my flat, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad, foolishly, told me and SY that he's gonna take out the connection lines in the comp.&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him, "What about my homework?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Plug in and take out lor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he can remember. xD Wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple Level 29. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CAN I GET TO 2ND JOB?!?! ;-;&lt;br /&gt;(See?&lt;br /&gt;I can still play Maple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, next week got alot of tests.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113913159072060436?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113913159072060436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113913159072060436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113913159072060436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113913159072060436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/grumble-i-forgot-to-bring-science.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113880016506314556</id><published>2006-02-01T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T05:22:45.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X_x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/maple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/maple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/maple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/maple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough- It's 9:15 and I haven't started on my homework, which is to be submitted tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My ultra-annoying dad refused to fix my television. So I have to watch America's Next Top Model outside in the living room, with a near "mute" volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunyuan's gramps sleep early, you see. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group haven't even started on CME, which we have to present like, next week.&lt;br /&gt;Totally, W - T - F.&lt;br /&gt;What are the teachers THINKING OF?!&lt;br /&gt;We are not superwomen, you know! Even though certain people DO possess higher integrity or intelligence, we can't do ALL THE 10+ PROJECTS IN 5 WEEKS! It's torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And they said they were about to lighten the workload for this year.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can hear them saying "fat hope".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snort-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-le sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to practise dizi and do homework..&lt;br /&gt;It's already 9:21!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my piano score for Ye Qu. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary two isn't really enjoyable. Have all these projects and SIAs' and homework. Oh, and need to choose Trip Science or Humanities. Like, totally, pffft. I - am - gonna - flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Lifeskills' Camp, which we were allowed to organise on our own. Games, food and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school have?&lt;br /&gt;No right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113880016506314556?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880016506314556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113880016506314556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113880016506314556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113880016506314556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/02/xx.html' title='X_x'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113852779966559294</id><published>2006-01-29T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:43:19.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CNY</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CNY '06! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently the first sunset of the year! n__n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got $150 in total for hong bao. :P Not a lot, but not too less. Just enough for maple cards and comics!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8 today with an extremely weird dream, felt tired, and slept until 10:30am. :P&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I attended a shabby school (something to do with Science, oddly) which was built near the forest, and a hare-like creature squeezed through a hole in the window. Everyone was screaming like hell, haha, and I think it was another girls' school. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think I'm getting fat - I keep eating and never exercise. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;And still need to lian (practise) dizi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created another maple chara in Bootes, rogue, sin build. (Meaning training to become an assassin! =D)&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored of Maple, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? It's still addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113852779966559294?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113852779966559294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113852779966559294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113852779966559294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113852779966559294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny.html' title='HAPPY CNY'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113835451674684317</id><published>2006-01-27T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:42:19.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celeb at WDP</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/Scanhmmrp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today, I went to WDP for the CNY celebrations, but it's not the celebrations that got me hyped.&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting with the old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/Scanlalla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/Scanlalla.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/Scanoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/Scanoo.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;EDIT: Photos scanned in the courtesy of Chew Fei! See second pic for boobies, and third pic for  stupid lion! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second Memoirs of a Geisha, Ka Ying went to the toilet when Chiyo (or Sayuri) was still a Geisha, then when she returned, she missed the second world war part, and suddenly, she said she saw Chiyo turn into a washing lady. Hahaha~ Then she go toilet again, and come back, Chiyo was a Geisha again! lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, the girls (Chew Fei, me, Shi Xiao, Ka Ying and Shu Hui) went to take Neoprints, and the guys (Samuel and Zi Ao) stayed outside. It was frivolous, girly and noisy inside, filled with outbursts of giggles - I feel like Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.&lt;br /&gt;It was somehow amazing, too, that taking 21 shots is so much fun. We gave Shixiao coconut bras, and me a lion head. :P Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then giggling all the way back home, to the amazement and annoyance (alliteration!) of Samuel. He stoutly refused to sit with us when I asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Keng Chee was funny. He's even uglier, and his hair was shorter. His voice got oddly deeper and huskier. And he confessed to carrying a bag similiar to that of a tortoise shell, and files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia didn't go because she was busy. :( Oh well. Shame Kris isn't there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be in the company of familiar people, in a long long time. And I'd love to go to a mixed school, by the way. Even better if nice, cute and handsome guys were in it, with fun-loving friends wearing coconut bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is impossible, though. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113835451674684317?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113835451674684317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113835451674684317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113835451674684317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113835451674684317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-celeb-at-wdp.html' title='CNY celeb at WDP'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113811013423172583</id><published>2006-01-24T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:42:14.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is too fucking much.People under the age of 13, please back off - I do not wish to infest your little minds. Just like the block-checker thing infesting my comp...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TOO MUCH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY DAD IS ACCUSING ME OF PLAYING MAPLE WHILE HE'S AWAY, AND REFUSING TO FIX MY PRINTER, THEREFORE I CAN'T DO MY HOMEWORK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LOADS OF HOMEWORK AND PROJECTS TO FINISH, AND SOME PEOPLE ARE INSISTING ON GOING TO THEIR HOUSE, OR THAT THEY HAVE TO GO TO THEIR GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE ON WEEKENDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE DEADLINE IS UNREASONABLY CLOSE, LIKE WE HAVE TO PRESENT NEXT FUCKING WEEK. THE TEACHERS ARE INSANE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOME MORON IN SCHOOL IS SAYING THAT WE DON'T CO-OPERATE WITH HER, AND SHE CAN'T HEAR US IN GROUP DISCUSSIONS AND WHATNOT. AND, SHE HINTS LOUDLY IN THE LIBRARY THAT WE DON'T HELP HER, WHEN THE TEACHER MADE IT CLEAR IT'S "3 PEOPLE PER QUESTION".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCKING HELL.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FLUNKED MY MATHS QUIZ AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS BULLSHIT.What is wrong with my life?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like, isn't it enough that I meet stupid people in the bus all day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it enough that I am born naturally ugly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it enough that my family is as shattered as it is?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH PROBLEMS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY ARE THEY MAKING IT WORSE FOR ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like, come on! The people I mentioned, you know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GO GET A LIFE INSTEAD ON BROODING ON WHAT I SAID. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fuck...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to learn tai-chi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113811013423172583?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113811013423172583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113811013423172583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113811013423172583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113811013423172583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-too-fucking-much.html' title=''/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113810839172346170</id><published>2006-01-24T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:13:11.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>My father is such a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;He won't fix my comp just because he found out I could use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;What a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many dads only let you go online for two hours per day?&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113810839172346170?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113810839172346170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113810839172346170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113810839172346170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113810839172346170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/pfft_24.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113790789460533989</id><published>2006-01-21T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:31:34.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Parents and SY out, I'm at home with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I snuck online, hehe. Except it won't let me play Maple. -grr-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do homework though.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got Maths Quiz! I'm so going to fail. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on new layout now. No, I didn't make it. Hahaha. Pre-made. But it's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113790789460533989?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113790789460533989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113790789460533989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113790789460533989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113790789460533989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113759139449265293</id><published>2006-01-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T05:36:34.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailani.</title><content type='html'>Today, I saw Mr. Jailani walking home with his weird 'pull-along' thingie.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was a familiar-looking worker, and I didn't know what Jiayi and Clara were giggling about. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very disturbing to learn that people are plotting to 'overthrow' him, and to complain and criticize his teaching methods to the principal. He is, in my opinion, very capable of being a Secondary teacher, and I won't hesitate to voice my opinions to anyone. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he's very dramatic at times doesn't mean he's "mean, biased and non-sensical".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated: (Mr. Jailani and Mr. Gary Tang, my favorite teachers. muahaha. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;guess why&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/1600/jailani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/jailani.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/14955109-113759139449265293?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113759139449265293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113759139449265293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113759139449265293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113759139449265293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/jailani.html' title='Jailani.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113722213715002173</id><published>2006-01-13T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:02:17.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy men.</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;, on the way home from school, I saw a bunch of stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type A: Typical foreign worker who likes his (or my) blings&lt;br /&gt;I dropped two coins on the steps when I was going up the crammed 961 bus from the Kranji MRT station, 'cos my dad just called me and I was distracted.&lt;br /&gt;Then I could only find one coin. I thought that maybe someone stepped on it, but of course I couldn't ask them to lift their legs and check - it was VERY cramped, I only just squeezed onto the steps.&lt;br /&gt;I complained to Portia about it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I saw the coin. A man infront of me stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy alighted, he pointed it out to me - "hey, your coin" (I was looking for it the whole bus ride.)&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN ANOTHER GUY ALIGHTED AFTER ME, and HE TOOK THE COIN.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, DUH! He must have heard the guy in-front anyway! Don't tell me he didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining because someone tried to steal my fifty-cents, but morally, he is so very wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I called him back ("Excuse me! That's mine!") and predictably he retreated back with a red face. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(He's an indian I think... but that's not the point, I'm not going all racist about that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type B: Stupid men who think of sex all the time.&lt;br /&gt;A uncle kept trying to touch my hand, which was trying to grab the pole while holding my water-bottle. Like, hello? I ignored him as I was still thinking about the guy who took my money.&lt;br /&gt;Two school boys saw me and went "Hello~~!" when I passed. Pfft. Some pick-up line. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(But still it's not the worst. The worst was some guy clicking his tongue while drooling on a bike.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type C: Stupid beng who think he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a common sleeve-less shirt and bermudas, slightly hunched-back, and with hair worthy of Kelvin Tan. Despite being hunched, he could still have his nose in the air, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was surprising was that &lt;em&gt;he used his foot to press the crossing button&lt;/em&gt;, but of course, like any typical beng, he couldn't wait until the green man flashes. He jay-walked across the road with a smug expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes off to play maple-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113722213715002173?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113722213715002173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113722213715002173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113722213715002173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113722213715002173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-men.html' title='Crazy men.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113697933575247787</id><published>2006-01-11T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:35:35.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing web homework (Science) right now!&lt;br /&gt;I do love computer-involved work, as I could sneak on to blogs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am working on my blog right now, and it's going to be a very aqua theme next time, as I've never had it before... Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Jiayi and Portia on MSN. We couldn't even decide on a Science topic. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just realised that as women, we have to spent a great deal lot more than men, because we have to buy menustration pads from like, 11 or 12 up to when we're 40 something. Except for some people, as they are weird and could conceive at the age of 60. (eg. Mr Lee's mom. Hahaha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113697933575247787?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113697933575247787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113697933575247787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113697933575247787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113697933575247787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/homework.html' title='Homework.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113695384032482462</id><published>2006-01-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:30:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=3</title><content type='html'>In school comp lab right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still stubbornly refuse to let me view my blog, so I can't even see how this post goes, or what not.&lt;br /&gt;And the last lesson was boring - Ms Chong (temporary IT teacher) just goes on and on without caring too much for our own sakes. No one is even listening. We even KNOW more than half the stuff she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Drama was fun, and I need to buy a new pair of socks, and get that last kg's off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia just dumped me after that last lesson. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I need a new blogskin. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;This one is so over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113695384032482462?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113695384032482462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113695384032482462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113695384032482462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113695384032482462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2006/01/3.html' title='=3'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113602118029986252</id><published>2005-12-31T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:26:20.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY</title><content type='html'>YAY&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the fucked up holiday homeworks!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essay only exceeded by 17 words! Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; IN ADVANCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113602118029986252?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113602118029986252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113602118029986252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113602118029986252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113602118029986252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/hooray.html' title='HOORAY'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113577916297111263</id><published>2005-12-28T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:12:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commonwealth Essay</title><content type='html'>I am to write an essay for holiday homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person (perhaps you) changes places with an animal for a day. Describe the day from the person's or the animal's point of view.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any problem with the plot and stuff - I have the plan in my head - but the words~!&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever, but the limit is 700.&lt;br /&gt;Like, SHIET.&lt;br /&gt;It's already the 501st word, and the real plot haven't even began. I'm still at introduction! -panics- how?!? If I extracted any of these, the story won't make sense anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going totally off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my maths homework yesterday (hooray! I'm such an effective person =D), and only this essay left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ponders- How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113577916297111263?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113577916297111263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113577916297111263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113577916297111263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113577916297111263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/commonwealth-essay.html' title='The Commonwealth Essay'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113548045297640731</id><published>2005-12-24T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:14:12.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;erry &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;I received a Chronicles of Narnia watch (pure black) as a christmas gift, and so did SY.&lt;br /&gt;But his broke yesterday, muahaha! -points and laughs-&lt;br /&gt;And I got a dozen packets of snacks and a lock diary, too, from SY's gramps, who are coming to stay until Feb, I think, and then my cousin (22 year-old male. o.o;) will come~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have homework left, oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the comp as my parents left to buy lunch, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose a few pounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Narnia next Monday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG now. n.n Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113548045297640731?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113548045297640731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113548045297640731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113548045297640731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113548045297640731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113498322931608110</id><published>2005-12-19T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:07:09.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies~!</title><content type='html'>I watched Aeon Flux with Sam (sadly, Ling couldn't make it), and two days ago, King Kong with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aeon Flux&lt;/span&gt; was sleek, and sounded convincing - though the outfits seem a tad too flowery. Pretty action-packed.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful and majestic-ish. It was touching, too, and left me feeling guilty - wild gorillas are, predictably like any other wild animal, dying out. And whose fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use paper, cut down trees and their natural habitats. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb computer technology + convincing acting = King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for ice-skating this week, and later going to start on Mensuration homework. Damn, I hate that name.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to buy Sec 2 books!&lt;br /&gt;School is starting so soon... Christmas is already upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113498322931608110?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113498322931608110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113498322931608110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113498322931608110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113498322931608110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/movies.html' title='Movies~!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113447520940965017</id><published>2005-12-13T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T04:00:09.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents...</title><content type='html'>My parents are really ambitious now.&lt;br /&gt;They're talking about starting a business and stuff, from lunchboxes to renting dvds to selling facial masks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to meet Ling and Samuel tomorrow for Aeon Flux. Yay~ n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only don't tell my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quarrelled over the comp a few days ago, then right after that he took the family to a prawn farm! I mean, what the~! And he didn't even go fishing for prawns, he sort of looked around and said "That's not like very fun." and we had to walk out of the place when it's near midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked that we could take a picture of the road and name it "Neverending Route", and I'll make a layout out of it. It won't be a waste then.&lt;br /&gt;The road was so country-ish, it didn't even have a name! Even if we called a cab it won't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no more holiday co practices. But on Thursday there's a co camp, which sounds nightmarishly like we'll have to practice day-and-night, and sleep 3 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;There might be a dizi-outing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad booked a chalet for next year. SY's grandparents are coming over soon, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113447520940965017?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113447520940965017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113447520940965017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113447520940965017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113447520940965017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-parents.html' title='My parents...'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113393128840870301</id><published>2005-12-06T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:54:48.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>My school's comp lab is really &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They won't let me get into my blog, yet they allow blogger. Purrlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, predictably, in the school comp lab now.&lt;br /&gt;-rants-&lt;br /&gt;My left ankle was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sprained&lt;/span&gt; (don't ask how), and I had to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hobble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;limp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do whatever to get myself on the fourth floor. And not to mention before that, to my annoyance, I missed the previous stop (I was reading 8days!) and I had to drag myself (for another what, 120m?) along to get to the other side of the school. Upon reaching there, the perverted security guard was singing some stupid song (I don't know which song, I was &lt;em&gt;pretending&lt;/em&gt; to not see him) at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superhost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and to more of my annoyance, the boys were incredible crybabies.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's emotional and all, &lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;, but still, &lt;em&gt;you're &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! It is so wrong for all 8 male contestants to have their eyes watered - not once, but twice!&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that men have more capability to do well in the hosting fields, but now, I thought quite wrong. Think of all the reputable hosts - all men, unless you count Quan Yifeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite contestant was voted out last night, in Survivor style.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;You're not looking for the &lt;em&gt;best player&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;winner&lt;/em&gt; in the media, you're looking for the &lt;em&gt;best host&lt;/em&gt;. Pfft. It's not a reality show, it's a &lt;em&gt;contest&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I find someone &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cross&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eyed&lt;/span&gt; (you can guess who.) and the youngest contestant (Gerold, innit?) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chew-Keng-Chee&lt;/span&gt; (read:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sissy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just cut my hair at the salon, and oddly, it feels&lt;em&gt; longer&lt;/em&gt;, not shorter.&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;But I like it this way!&lt;br /&gt;I can continue cutting my hair up, and one day I will achieve longlong &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chiobu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also concluded that sissy guys are the best hairstylists.&lt;br /&gt;=D My hair was trimmed by a sissy man, and unlike the other stylists I went to, he recognised the hair wax I wear instantly! ^^&lt;br /&gt;He also didn't mess with my fringe, which I rather preferred. :)&lt;br /&gt;Look at David Gan, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;His touch was also gentler than the girls, and I'm thankful for that - my hair's already falling in bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and cbox won't let me sign up yesterday, and tag-board went bankrupt or something.&lt;br /&gt;That's where darling Sammy comes in! =D&lt;br /&gt;He helped me sign up. Yay! -&lt;em&gt;kris-like girlie voice-over&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thaannkkk-yyeewww~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's all for today. n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113393128840870301?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113393128840870301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113393128840870301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113393128840870301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113393128840870301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113378820179129063</id><published>2005-12-05T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T05:10:01.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>The whole day I've been working like a house elf just for this simple layout. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not the prettiest, but it will do for now. I shall make another one sometime later (christmas or 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHALET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't count as the most exciting place I've ever been to, but it worked well enough for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;Certainly was good fun, especially the water bombs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have to apologise to Sam for pouring sprite ice on him on the first night (at the barbeque), just because he sprinkled (I think) some flour on me. =P&lt;br /&gt;Over-reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and second days passed normally, except on the first night me and Portia had to track the guys down (they thought we went back half-way! Pur-leese~).&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, Sam thinks I've lost my grip or something, as I was complaining about how everyone couldn't squeeze into 4 beds. (There were 9 or 10 peeps, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could make a suggestion, he went mad and the whole lot of boys trooped into the balcony. And it was raining (drama!). They, as predicted, refused to get back to sleep even when the girls persuaded them to, tired as they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't anyone's fault basically, and the boys promptly rushed back in when Sophia was sick. She wasn't feeling that well, had a headache or something. And all the people (with Sam in lead)&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to buy a single box of Panadol for her. (dramadrama!)&lt;br /&gt;All except for me and YingLing, who volunteered to look after her. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all came back soaked and all, and the boys were talking to us again. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls traded places with the boys, seeing how tired they are and stuff. We played truth or dare in the balcony. And I admitted something awful, but you shouldn't hear that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very complicated holiday, for me. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day for some reason I can't remember, Sam and I were on speaking terms again. The power of friendship~&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to Escape with them then, but I had CCA (again, I HATE HOLIDAY PRACTICES) and in the end, they realised they left the free tix in the chalet, so no one went. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, me and Sam went to watch the Exorcism of Emily Rose at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;It should be ranked as the creepiest movie I ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;It's not scary when you see the demons and stuff, but more spine-chilling when you remember that it's a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty enlightening for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I GOTTA DASH.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113378820179129063?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113378820179129063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113378820179129063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113378820179129063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113378820179129063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113374903938298756</id><published>2005-12-04T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:17:19.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Sam got his blog back~ -squeal-&lt;br /&gt;AND he got a layout from Ling. A PERSONALISED LAYOUT.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make one for myself too, or I'll be all old-fashioned and hidden-in-the-crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ALL the cool people DON'T use pre-made lays!&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am cool too (DUH. Didn't you know?! I have GMAIL!) but having a personalised layout makes me even COOLER and more formidable! &lt;em&gt;It is crucial on my way to conquer the w&lt;/em&gt;- opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. I shall therefore stop being lazy, and do my own layouts.&lt;br /&gt;To the hell with MMORPGs and level ups. This is more important, ahahahaa. (Even though my brother is 2 levels higher than me in maple now. Shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL make my OWN layout without any help!&lt;br /&gt;I am afterall HTML savvy, given that I am so versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no reason why I'm so big-headed today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe it has something to do with re-reading Snivelly being tortured by Sirius (swoon!) and James for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I suppose I'll get to it, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Before you read the next post (which is all about the chalet =D) I WILL MAKE MY OWN LAYOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113374903938298756?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113374903938298756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113374903938298756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113374903938298756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113374903938298756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113307392328667724</id><published>2005-11-26T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:45:23.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Chalet time &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Staying over ^^&lt;br /&gt;Need to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;And pack stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished playing maple.&lt;br /&gt;Should be offline now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blogskin, you like?&lt;br /&gt;Sound a tad emo, though... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty classy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyper-&lt;br /&gt;Chalet chalet chalet chalet chalet~~ -chants-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113307392328667724?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113307392328667724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113307392328667724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113307392328667724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113307392328667724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/chalet.html' title='Chalet!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113282156695809685</id><published>2005-11-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:39:26.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh.</title><content type='html'>And BTW, I'm getting a RAZR V3. Either black or pink. On 1st Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Might change my mind, though. ee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised my dad has a gmail account. Oooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113282156695809685?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113282156695809685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113282156695809685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113282156695809685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113282156695809685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/oooh.html' title='Oooh.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113282044674771557</id><published>2005-11-24T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:20:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwee!</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; madly in lurvve with &lt;a href="http://www.maplesea.com"&gt;MapleStory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you haven't heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the in thing right now. =D 2D MMORPG that's completely free. n.n And pre-paid cards are widely available too, from Comics Connection to the store next to your flat. ^^ Customize your looks or get a pet with a little extra cash!&lt;br /&gt;(-sounds like an advertiser-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is either cute, cool, funny or sweet. Har har. With the exception of the ugly Evil Eye (it's a kind of monster =P). Kill them to become strong and pro, then you can dress up to dazzle guys or woo girls. (muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started asking everyone I knew to play Maple. If you do, contact me ASAP and I will add you =D. I only play in Bootes, however. It's much less cramped in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a less happier note, tomorrow's NYGH open house. There's a short performance from CO. (And Lifern has very kindly left me to play the part on my own.) Don't blame me if 2006's dizi intake lessens. xx;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is pestering me to give her this website's URL. I hardly could imagine her reading it and showing her colleagues what a foul mouth I have, and how unprofessional this blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If others can read it, why can't I? I'm your mother!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113282044674771557?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113282044674771557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113282044674771557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113282044674771557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113282044674771557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/fwee.html' title='Fwee!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113228281253864523</id><published>2005-11-17T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:00:12.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter.</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter rocked.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;It was even better than the first and second films. (Don't TALK to me about the third one.)&lt;br /&gt;It was bloody awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was squeezed into a measley 2h40mins. And it was ultra action-packed. The first task was somehow different from the book, but it was cooler. The second was short, and the third one, to many's horror, contained blood-curdling moving vines that grip you as you walk past. Fleur frightened me, and Krum was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did, as I expected, cut off the World Cup (and to my disappointment the Veelas), but I would like to see the Wronski Feint. =P Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it again with my parents, and hopefully I won't have to go through the plot with them again. x.x; The characters were shooting off the words like cannon guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldy's voice was husky instead of sinister. I expected a Star Wars kind of evil, low and thick voice. =D But nevertheless, his face was as ugly as I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrific show. I HAVE to buy the VCD. Or DVD.&lt;br /&gt;(I will look down on you if you ever tell me you're not gonna watch it. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4.5 stars]&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe my love for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be quick.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yesterday the cinema at Lot 1 was loaded. Haha. I MEAN LOADED.&lt;br /&gt;There were tons (like, 50?) of people queueing (sp?) up for popcorn, and the space is only equivalent to your living room. I didn't buy anything, but squeezed into the almost-full-except-for-a-few-seats cinema with my friend. Everyone was whispering.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't shush them, cause I was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyper-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new layout, on another note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113228281253864523?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113228281253864523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113228281253864523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113228281253864523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113228281253864523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113150902096637705</id><published>2005-11-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:07:34.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys vs. Girls</title><content type='html'>NO OFFENCE TO THE MALE SEX. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. The differences of being boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When boys are dumb = cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are dumb = hahahahha stupid, but still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are silly = funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are silly = childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys sleep around = playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls sleep around = slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys whine = sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls whine = awww. CRYBABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys care about looks = vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls care about looks = normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are rude = Ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are rude = Ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys scold vulgarities = Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls scold vulgarities = Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys cry = Oh my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls cry = shutupla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't need to give birth and doesn't PMS. Therefore, they have lesser mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;However, they need to go NS -MUAHAHAHHAA- and that is for paying back - to all the jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show Man-Oh-Man said that they need to work out everyday and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;And they need to have muscles, tans, and even a smaller waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that harder to achieve than hourglass figures?&lt;br /&gt;We need to have large breasts and a tiny waist. What a proportion. When you get skinny, your d**ks don't get any smaller.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think we women are starving ourselves - for a better world, dieting - for? We are just trying to outshine each other, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the men still don't get women. They can get so spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rants- I believe in the equal balance of both sexes and contribution with tolerance for the opposite in order to obtain a more peaceful world without sex wars. I mean, the war of sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But women are 3 times more than men.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL POWER &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Some words are censored just so that the teachers/parents peeking at my blog will be happier. Hopefully they won't read this.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113150902096637705?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113150902096637705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113150902096637705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113150902096637705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113150902096637705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/boys-vs-girls.html' title='Boys vs. Girls'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113127445479833271</id><published>2005-11-06T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T02:54:14.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky High.</title><content type='html'>Sky High isn't really that bad. The storyline isn't quite defined, and the effects look cheap. They need to pay attention to the details. Of course, the ending just isn't shocking enough. Oo;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Next:&lt;br /&gt;Chick Little&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at home as my family's out to watch some soccer match at S'pore Sports Hall. I would rather be at home playing the comp rather than watching horrible sweaty guys running after a miniscule ball, along with the sweaty catcalling fans. I don't even know the teams, for gods' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disadvantage is that they might have coke, while I'm stuck at home with noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Maple time now. I'm levelling real slow.&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a brown kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113127445479833271?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113127445479833271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113127445479833271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113127445479833271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113127445479833271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sky-high.html' title='Sky High.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113074419159400452</id><published>2005-10-30T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:36:31.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choral Night - no, afternoon.</title><content type='html'>There's only 30 minutes left to Choral Night.&lt;br /&gt;No. 30 mins later it's only 4pm. =/&lt;br /&gt;Choral Night starts at 7pm. HAR HAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wonder why we're supposed to meet at 4?&lt;br /&gt;Rehearse again?! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed there's also CO prac. But at least I'm free after that till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 28, 29, and the 30th of Nov I'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;Chalet time&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113074419159400452?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113074419159400452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113074419159400452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113074419159400452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113074419159400452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/10/choral-night-no-afternoon.html' title='Choral Night - no, afternoon.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-113064975455273398</id><published>2005-10-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:22:34.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Choral Night and I am having a severe coughing fit right now.&lt;br /&gt;It is not looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I start coughing on stage with the 300-400 faces staring at me!!!!!1121!!!211one&lt;br /&gt;-bimbo voice- I will be hew-mee-lya-tedd.&lt;br /&gt;-koff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-devil emo glare-&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET TO SEE YANMIN'S FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-113064975455273398?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/113064975455273398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=113064975455273398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113064975455273398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/113064975455273398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/10/lalala.html' title='lalala.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112884495332034137</id><published>2005-10-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:02:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph.</title><content type='html'>-copies science notes from powerpoints in states of frenzy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissypoo, where be your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall type this from a page of my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. HERE GOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always thought that I'm the ugliest person on Earth, but that was before I met Keng Chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kidding. Come to think of it, I'm worse than him, but never mind. At least he has a more improportionate body ratio that me - what, 2:8? Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to achieve self-actualization when you're reading magazines.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah, I grew out of teens and teenage some months ago. I'm developing a liking for 8days. Wow, I'm meaner now - in the standards of a 12 year-old JY, actually.) It's horrible - imagine trying to comfort yourself (unless you're good-looking, stop reading right now. e_e) and staring at Kim Hee Seon. (It's not fair, we have the same ancestors, and yet look so different.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Korea Mania. I'm influenced by the media and stuff. Urgh. I am so trendy and not-cool. :/ -tries vainly to start new trend- Umm, let'see. JY Mania? Uh no. NYGH mania? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. -takes medication-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed loads of Nisshin due to the picking of furniture. Peh. But I love my new bed. It's white and stuff, and looks like a luxurious sofa to some extend. Only thing is dad refused to buy the two round pillows which looked like regular sofa cushions. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Aw is from the best class of Hwa Chong JC. And she has loads of friends from Cambridge and Oxford. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first NYGirl to be kicked into ITE for stupidity and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond hope, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wish me luck on Mon and Tues. -cross fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BTW, I ran out of di mo (the transparent sheet you have to paste on to a hole to make a flute sound). So I can't practise dizi. Shit. Seniors and laoshi going to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112884495332034137?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112884495332034137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112884495332034137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112884495332034137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112884495332034137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmph.html' title='Hmph.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112884219399160227</id><published>2005-10-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:16:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging at home right now. (Sneaking on when I'm supposed to be copying notes for my science EOY tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again soon. There's loads to write about. Including my disastrous Friday night and some... personal feelings on beauty. ^^ Oh, and women. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112884219399160227?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112884219399160227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112884219399160227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112884219399160227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112884219399160227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooh.html' title='Ooh.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112736451262175066</id><published>2005-09-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:48:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short Matter</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be so much more in-depth. So no jokes. Nada. None.&lt;br /&gt; I'm still, as you've probably guessed, in the computer lab, because basically  my house is still under reno. My room is completed, though - yay. But still no Snowie. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia told me that Felicia's friend, whom everyone jolly well calls 'Egg', is mad at me 'cause I called him short.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in the wrong, but particularly, I don't see any reason to be mad over such a - ANYWAYS, I apologise. e_____e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so contrasting when everyone in MY life has been laughing at how tall I am.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BLUFF.&lt;br /&gt;SEE, YOU'RE LAUGHING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DO admire people who are... well, not to use the word, but basically lower in height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful to prance around in high heels and pout and stuff, and guess what, I can't do any of it. I mean ANY. Why? Cause - you probably knew - I would look like a uglier and plumper and tanner Paris Hilton with bad hair who acts cute. I mean if NC 16 don't require an IC, I would be watching Night Watch by now. Or maybe I could land up in a casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people are dying to grow tall.&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, your dream is to be a sports player or a world supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, even Ayumi Hamasaki is at 150+cm. And she wear platforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I walk along the street in high heels. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SO DISGUSTING. I would look like Hagrid's mom or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I sounded like a Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112736451262175066?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112736451262175066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112736451262175066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112736451262175066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112736451262175066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-matter.html' title='The Short Matter'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112719236159315776</id><published>2005-09-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:59:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring day.</title><content type='html'>A typical boring day - later there's (mr) Jailani's lessons, then I'm rushing to friend's house to do science project - water purification device. Sounds so boring. And dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interest today is... well, 5ivers should know, but for Woodlanders, it's another Jamuel incident. And no, Sam, I'm not mocking you. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bell has gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my friendster account to the gmail one.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like such a bitch when I read my profile.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like someone desperate for attention, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT THE PISTOL.&lt;br /&gt;PULL THE TRIGGER.&lt;br /&gt;DIE, PATHETIC, DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE MOST DISGUSTING TYPE OF BEING THAT TREADS ALONG THE EARTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112719236159315776?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112719236159315776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112719236159315776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112719236159315776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112719236159315776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring-day.html' title='A boring day.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112711265858712342</id><published>2005-09-18T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:50:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I can never understand in my life</title><content type='html'>1. How did stupid Snowie find her way around.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why am I always failing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are some people afraid of butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are some teachers able to make deaths and murder sound boring.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why am I so darn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Why some people are crazy over handsome but shallow wanna-bes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why some people are drooling over HCI guys. (And that's saying something.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do people want to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;9. Why am I tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness: x_x I am going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of Snowie returning every single day, in all kinds of ways - from running back herself to being trapped under the couch all that time. Ho hum. @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Permit me to be girly and mushy and bitchy and bimbo-ish and lemme gush about my looks for once! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGawd, I have a really hugggeeee pimple on my left cheek! It's SO HORRENDOUS, and so BIG I feel like I could see it sometimes! EWW. IMAGINE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;And why am I so fat?! I mean, I have flab under my arms that wiggle all the time! (All the times I noticed, precisely.)&lt;br /&gt;It must be all that MOONCAKES!&lt;br /&gt;And the steamboat I had yesterday! AHHHH! Nuuuuuuu-&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I so TANNED?!&lt;br /&gt;I know I learnt swimming before, but that's so totally OVER, okay?! It was YEARS ago.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm DEMENTING. That's why my hair is dying.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that's due to my over-straightening... WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go for plastic surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ That made me feel better. At least I'm not fretting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go home to put up my 'MISSING PET' poster now. G'bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112711265858712342?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112711265858712342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112711265858712342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112711265858712342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112711265858712342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-i-can-never-understand-in-my.html' title='Things I can never understand in my life'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112666649979323470</id><published>2005-09-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:54:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bug's life.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;I am dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trying desperately not to be emo and do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SNOWIE IS MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;2. No internet connection at my blasted home under severe renovation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sharing room blues - no bedtime harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are nice things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MAF was fun. Very, in fact - got to know some peeps. (edit - some PRO peeps.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I liked CO more.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am slacking in the computer lab right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why is xiaxue in my school's banned websites. She isn't even revealing. (Like a certain SPG.) And her topics are real and interesting. (Unlike several people who ranted on on what they do and eat and dream of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people can't stand insects. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;I know cockroaches can be disgusting, and ants' bites are quite painful at times, but I cannot comprehend several minds why there are some people who are scared of &lt;em&gt;butterflies&lt;/em&gt;. No offence. -evil look at Portia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't even scary or disgusting, nor do they bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know people who are scared of grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit people have phobias, like me, who is horrified at corpses and carcasses that are downright gross, but what's so gross about grasshoppers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bees. Well. EVERYONE in my class is terrified at it. They scream, kick, do whatever that will land them as far away as possible from the 2cm creature - or bigger. Another person I know (mind, it's a boy) freezes at the sight of a particularly huge one. It's like, PETRIFICUS TOTALUS.&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any point in posting these stuff, anyway. Just pointing something out which seemed weird and uncomprehendable to me. No one is all-knowing anyway, not even the 8 points-in-total-siling or clever-bball-gal-Mokshan. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just out of interest.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt really bad and guilty was during my June holidays, when out of intuition, I killed four poor ants' lives. They were really huge big ones at 2.5cm, and I got like, "oooh" and I STEPPED ON THEM. -girlish shriek- AHHH! I AM SO EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was true, you know. Even though they might appear disgusting or revolting or sickening or as horrible as Samuelikins (no offence dude x3), they have a life too. We're killing them... well... just because we don't like their face? We are so very shallow and evil creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why people become vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, it's stupid anyway - plants also have lives!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm contradicting myself. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mackintosh, my History teacher, owns land.&lt;br /&gt;And not just any piece of land of a normal terrace house.&lt;br /&gt;He, at least I know, owns the 1mile land from his gate to his house. That's only his garden, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;And he owned a 70 room house before. A mini castle.&lt;br /&gt;And he owns a hut (he calls it tiny) which is in fact a gallery of the swords (which kings of Britain gave - no, bestowed upon him) and medals and flags and stuff of his family.&lt;br /&gt;And he wears a kilt and belt and pockets and three feathers on his head and hides a knife in his sock with two red flaps at the side.&lt;br /&gt;And he carries badges around.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;HE'S A CLAN LEADER. =D&lt;br /&gt;A real one.&lt;br /&gt;In SCOTLAND. =3&lt;br /&gt;So stylo. And like, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-raises goblet- TO THE MACKINTOSH OF MACKINTOSH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Snowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can find her back for moi, I'll ... erm ... give you a hug!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll treat you to Macs. And my dad might give you some bling-blings.&lt;br /&gt;^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday me and SY heard her. And we even looked for her.&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wish me some luck in finding the cute dog someday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112666649979323470?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112666649979323470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112666649979323470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112666649979323470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112666649979323470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/09/bugs-life.html' title='A bug&apos;s life.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112564426714437929</id><published>2005-09-01T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:57:47.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness in Comp lab</title><content type='html'>I am currently in the computer lab, after checking that I have no more Maths worksheets to print. I am also typing this while looking at Portia's animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm typing normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weilian won last night.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say on the subject, but there's no time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I suddenly fell in love with JJ Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to buy his album. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I don't know what to type now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday I read SY's Totto-chan. It was nice - but then, the translated words were boring. I mean BORING. But the story itself was innocent and pure. I like the headmaster a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who do you think you are? You very great is it? Huh?! I know you like Kris la, but what have I got to do with it?! Go and die la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love tuition. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Maths, too. Hur hur. Maths is okay. I realized I suck at time management. Ha. I always knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers day ended with The Maid. I watched it twice liao. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Not that scary anymore, but still... I don't dare to uncover my ears. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't flunk Geog - 15.5/20. 77.5%. Yay. A1. Happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jiayi still got like, 18. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not brood over it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate that there's CO and tuition later. muahahaha. AND JJLIN ROX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Couldn't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112564426714437929?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112564426714437929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112564426714437929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112564426714437929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112564426714437929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/09/randomness-in-comp-lab.html' title='Randomness in Comp lab'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112452800486743131</id><published>2005-08-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:53:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout.</title><content type='html'>Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new layout up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty girlish and bright for me, but never mind. At least you can now read properly without the horrors of italics. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt; saved my life. I was horrified at the bad image quality photovillage and artwanted.com gave, and so I decided to try photobucket - and it turned out quite well. Yay. I reccomend it to you if you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this layout in some corner of &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamgraphics.com"&gt;DDG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractors are now building the 'fake wall' (that's what they called it) around my parents' room. They knocked down the huge wall and door, and instead stuffed it with bricks and opened a tiny door at the side. So there's space for the walk-in closet. Hmph. (I'm supposed to get the walk-in closet, if not for 'sharing some space of my room'. I shall not elaborate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're now fixing the tiny door to the side of the wall. Well, it's not tiny (bigger than my room) but it's tiny compared to the previous one, which is like two and a half times bigger than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they stopped smoking. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112452800486743131?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112452800486743131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112452800486743131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112452800486743131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112452800486743131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-layout.html' title='New Layout.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112452257557539667</id><published>2005-08-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:22:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-cough- Smoke -cough-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inspirational.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people smoke at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only be one thing - curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;"curiosity kills the cat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is a horrible thing and it increases your chance of getting lung cancer by a frightful rate.&lt;br /&gt;It also causes you to be addicted and makes you smoke more, thus increasing your chance of getting lung cancer even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also get bad breath, and yellow teeth. And you will get criticized for not sparing a thought for others who don't smoke. (You cause others to breath in unhealthy and contaminated air in the process.) You also will spend more money on cigarettes. I don't know how it can make you happier or whatsoever in causing pleasant feelings. How can you be happy when you're breathing in toxic all the time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will if you're attempting suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is smelly and unhygienic. The only reason you stick to it is that you can't quit, or you are plain stupid, or you care about what your puny friends think. URGH. That is plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I said this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some moronic contractors are smoking in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY LOATH SMOKING. I hate the fact that I am breathing in acidic air even when I have FLU. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need some way of letting out frustration or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But you can also let it out in a healthier way, without irritating or causing harm to the person next to you. (That blardy person is FACING me and smoking at the same time. He just doesn't get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT smoke for your or others' sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be considered a crime to smoke. It is a way of attempting suicide and murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughcough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO SMOKING YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112452257557539667?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112452257557539667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112452257557539667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112452257557539667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112452257557539667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/cough-smoke-cough.html' title='-cough- Smoke -cough-'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112445082889095905</id><published>2005-08-19T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T04:51:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The same boring entry.</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I fixed the font today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just added Jia Ling's link. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so darn 'energy-less' today. My father literally shrieked when I hinted that I wanted to play the piano as the house is in a heavy state of mess and dust, and that the dust would get to the piano if I dared lifted the covers. So I was bored and lacked energy and I kept humming to myself just to prevent myself from doing anything stupid. Like jumping down my flat, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all my magazines again and I think I memorized all the HP books' events by now. I didn't touch my comics as I didn't have the strength to take it out from the huge cardboard box. I watched everything that was on on a Friday afternoon. I even tried to watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even SLEPT for like, two whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tuition later would cure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't have the strength or energy to think of what to wear later, as my usual clothes are sitting in the large barbie doll box. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I ate, my chopsticks were trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would get skinnier through illnesses. Maybe I would then vomit everything I eat. =/ Then maybe I would get myself back to 45kg. Ha, 'cest impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who said that? -drawls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Maxime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I DESPISE MYSELF FOR BEING SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinyaoshallneverbebored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall pretend to be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the energy to think of interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh, by the way. I 'quitted' Jap. Can't cope. Do not venture into telling me that it's a waste, blahblah, for I have other means of learning Jap without wasting my Monday and Wednesday afternoons on classes that I keep failing. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112445082889095905?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112445082889095905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112445082889095905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112445082889095905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112445082889095905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/same-boring-entry.html' title='The same boring entry.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112441755585278555</id><published>2005-08-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:12:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Commonly Borehing Post</title><content type='html'>I have no inkling of why my font appears to be italics. I checked everything, including my posts, my html... To no avail. x-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it like that, it's so fugly. I might have to change the skin AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am snooping to blog now. Har har. Everyone is asleep...&lt;br /&gt;(let's hope my dad doesn't see this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with flu, so I'm not in school on a bright Friday. Gloom. Today there's the Marathon thingy, too. 3600m, we have to run. No, THEY have to run. MUAHAHAHAHHA. I AM DA LUCKEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss the IT lesson, too. -le emo sigh- Making a webbie. Even tho mine is completed. @_@ Anyways. Guess what I'm doing. (If you already know, don't guess. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana decided to split the Thursday prac to two sections, so moi and Portia is separated. I go Dazu first, then she go xiaozu, then halfway we're supposed to switch. But &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; yinlaoshi isn't satisfied, so maybe the next prac we have to stay in xiaozu le. Oo;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bereh boreh-ing bost. =) A common day at school.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it more boring by talking about HOME instead! -gushes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(pls read very quickly.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractors have started work. They have knocked down my parents' room's wall (they're living in the smaller room now... Seemed cramped.) and the toilet linked to it. My room is RIGHT beside their's so it's slightly dusty. And I don't get the noise as I'm not at home most of the time, coming home at earliest 5pm. They usually go home at 6 thirty. Snowie is scared of the thumping and stuff, and mostly she hides behind my bed (and probably is curling up and trembling and yelling "THE HORROR!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so (not) interesting. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and browse my puny little net now, g'bye! =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112441755585278555?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112441755585278555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112441755585278555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112441755585278555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112441755585278555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/commonly-borehing-post.html' title='A Commonly Borehing Post'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112392248253607955</id><published>2005-08-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:41:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die, chatspeak, die!</title><content type='html'>I was planning to upload a picture (of Mr. Jailani Abu Bakar), but my comp got so disgusted by it that it hung everytime I tried pressing the 'Picture' button. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty nice today. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday - no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have retreated back to Gaia. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rant about spelling again. -evil grin- &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSPIRATIONAL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip if you don't like it. It's my blog, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in addition to all the other stuff other people AKA Samuel has written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been more and more accustomed to chatspeak. (AKA lyk dis). They think it is seriously very cool. They think it makes them stand out (yeah, sure do.) and make them unique.&lt;br /&gt;However, they have no idea they are just part of the ordinary crowd of n00bness. D:&lt;br /&gt;I shall explain that in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrary to what the chatspeakers might think...Chatspeak makes you seem lowly.Chatspeak makes you less-elite. (Even though you might own gmail.)Chatspeak makes you dumb.Chatspeak makes people think you are dumb.Chatspeak is WRONG.Chatspeak is totally uncool.Chatspeak is disgusting and should be stopped.You should not chatspeak unless you are a n00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are, get out of my blog now. (CTRL-W)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;If you like chatspeak, then I am here to persuade and educate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Singaporeans are more affected by chatspeak more than any other country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that Americans and Britains and French have a protective shield against the harmful effects of it, while we DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we are idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Think of why yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, imagine if you write dis in ur compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dere was a gal caled jenny she knok on da dor &amp; saed loudly: any1 home?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, but I can't continue writing anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;Your teacher would faint and call your parents. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EW.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guy, zero charisma. If you are a girl, you're a disgrace to our population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls who are writing like that are increasing day by day. And I would admit, though not to the extend of putting up names, that there are even people I know writing in dis style. (ZOMG.)&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a kind of short form, but how could you possibly stand it? It's not alright, and a humiliation to the English language. It was okay when people started saying 'u' or something to that effect, but sometimes it goes overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 'kyoote' isn't anyway shorter than 'cute'.&lt;br /&gt;'Baieeee' sounds exaggerated, too.&lt;br /&gt;It is totally pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't, also, bear to read blogs that are written like this. I have loads of friends whose blogs are like that, too. Try and imagine. "1 dae i w3n7 to skool, den e tcher was skoldin sum ppl cos dei nvr do ther hw". ugh. ugh ugh ugh. You would think the person can't spell instead of being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. 1337 language is a form of art to many, but imagine, again, if you type a load of text with it. "1 W3N7 70 C4U53W4Y 1457 N173"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYK, SO TOTALLY KOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might already know why I only read Kris, Samuel, Ling, Portia, Jessica and Luk Wern's blog, though I link a lot of other people. (Do not get offenced. x.x) You might also know why I fancy Xiaxue so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also know why I quitted Neopets. You might also know why I got sick of forums. You might know why I never browse through fanfiction anymore. You might know why I hate gunbound (and it's players).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brains. &lt;em&gt;Think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the evil chatspeak conquer you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112392248253607955?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112392248253607955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112392248253607955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112392248253607955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112392248253607955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/die-chatspeak-die.html' title='Die, chatspeak, die!'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112391429811966123</id><published>2005-08-12T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:55:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTTERITIS ALERT</title><content type='html'>I am still looking forward to Harry Potter&lt;em&gt; as though I am a crazy fan&lt;/em&gt;. Even though the dumb movies don't match up to the excellent books, I still can't help it. Why? WHY?????!1/1?!12222onetwo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with Potteritis.&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowling is the most evil woman on Earth. Her plan is to take over the world with all the kids addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even plan to release the 7th book so the kids like me would all die of frustration. Not to mention the adults who are hooked at the same time. THEN SHE WOULD NOT BE THE RICHEST WOMAN IN BRITAIN, BUT IN THE WHOLE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muahahahahah!" She would go, and then she would issue it out to Men from Mars, who would take it back to Mars, and addict all the ETs, and all of them will die from frustration as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells the Prime Minister of Mars, "If you would give me your planet, I WOULD AWARD YOU WITH THE 7TH HP BOOK! HA!"&lt;br /&gt;The Prime Minister leaps up in joy.&lt;br /&gt;"Of COURSE! There! TAKE ALL OF IT~! Muahahahah, the SEVENTH BOOK! YIPEE! I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN IN THE WORLD~~~" He says foolishly, as though he got a Golden Ticket to go to the Wonka Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More proof on why she is evil?&lt;br /&gt;She plans to make Daniel Radcliffe and Bonnie Wright smooch! And Rupert Grint and the unknown Lavender Brown smooch like eels too! AHHH! THE HORROR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you even imagine it?&lt;/strong&gt; =( I bet the director will cut it off as it's so crappy and untrue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kills off TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE~&lt;br /&gt;Who are VERY important to Harrikins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIRIUS AND DUMBY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dumbledoreisnotdead.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Peace!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-pout-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Rowling is evil.&lt;br /&gt;Very evil.&lt;br /&gt;She is even sucky to the very extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ON WITH THE SEVENTH BOOK, Y'ALL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112391429811966123?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112391429811966123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112391429811966123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112391429811966123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112391429811966123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/potteritis-alert.html' title='POTTERITIS ALERT'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112350912785326633</id><published>2005-08-08T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:52:07.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallucination and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>Everyone is convincing me that I had IMAGINED what I felt. I was NOT.&lt;br /&gt;It is completely true, though I don't know why it turned out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, press that little red x on the top right hand corner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO ARE SCARED CAN SCROLL DOWN AND NOT READ UNTIL I SAY THEY CAN, IN CAPS LOCK.&lt;br /&gt;e_e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;This morning before I actually woke up, I heard a loud thump in the walkway of my house. I woke up with a start, and decided to go back to sleep. Then, this time I woke up with another loud thump. I woke up, irritated, and switched on the lights to find nothing on the ground. (Nothing unusual, see, as my room is so messy everything's sprawled elsewhere, but that could wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started to search for my national day clothings. Red and white, I was told.&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down to search in my lower cabinets, and suddenly, the top half 'stumbled' down. I was sort of cussing ("go &amp; 'pass away' in Chinese"), and I felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was horrible. How would you feel if your left cheek was suddenly pinched and turned so hard? And you can't see who/what was doing it? No hand? No nothing? And I stood back to rub it for a few minutes, thinking of what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me. I gasped, and uttered a word of apology, and the pain soon stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowie was staring at some space beside me all this while with a sheepy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father also suddenly opened the door, looking at me sleepily. "What?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you knock?"&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;"Then who...?"&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool, I came home to find that last night actually the bag holding my roller blades crashed onto a long pot of plants. That's what caused the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt mysterious 'weirdness' on my left leg occasionally since the day before yesterday. It was like being plunged into cold water or smudged with ice. But except of course, there wasn't such things. In fact, it's feeling weird right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, I think on Saturday (my charlie and the chocolate factory night) I was also 'pinched'. I thought I was having a tooth ache, but weirdly, it was happening near my top gums. Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL RIGHT YOU CAN READ NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which Johnny Depp was supposed to be starring as Mr. Willy Wonka. In the book, I loved that man, but here with his too-occasional flash-backs (psst - his father was a dentist) it made him appear a little too... depressing. =) He also appeared less-enthusiastic than I would have hoped. But all the same, he was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it, for once. The actors were terrific (esp. the kids) in portraying what Dahl has written, unlike the more-and-more-horrible-Potter-series. I liked Mike Teavee, he's so ... ah, what Singaporeans and Jay Chou fans call 'diao'. =P He's quite good-looking too. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie was underfed and I love his 'room' (looking out to the stars! I would give anything for that! ANYTHING) and his grandparents. You remember that victory dance he did when he knew Charlie got the ticket? Well, Grandpa Joe was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were exactly the way I imagined. One whiny and the other too-competitive. =D So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cool thing in the theatre was there was a guy who seriously resembled Augustus Gloop sitting right behind us. He was explaining the scenes with his horribly loud vocals which was blurred by his thick layers of blubber, on his chin and all around his... well, if you would call that a 'neck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a huge tummy which could outdo Kelvin tan's (I don't mean the guy in project superstar, either), and was an extremely greedy boy. I heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, I wanna eat THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"MUMMY~~"&lt;br /&gt;"No!"&lt;br /&gt;"SHHH!" That was me. =D&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, everytime you also don't let me eat what I want one...!! -poker face-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wtf. He was like somewhere in the upper primary, and he was still pouting over sweets. SWEETS! As if he needs fattening! Augustus Gloop might appear more eligible than him, with his perfect cartoonish (I mean, really. The first time I saw him I actually thought he was 3D. No joke.) complexion and cute accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oompa Loompas were magnificent, too, and great singers. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There you go. My review, no spoilers for the first time. =DD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely reccomend it. I give it 4.5 stars&lt;3&lt;3 (which is very high, since I only gave The Incredibles 4 stars). I will also buy the VCD in the future when it comes out. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112350912785326633?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112350912785326633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112350912785326633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112350912785326633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112350912785326633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/hallucination-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Hallucination and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112316597436973270</id><published>2005-08-04T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T07:32:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazu day. =P</title><content type='html'>Had my geog test today and I got only 10/15. Bleh. Minus 1 mark due to careless mistake and the rest due to forgetfulness. x__x Hai. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today the Chinese compo competition was quite disastrous. They showed two pictures - first one with a kitten looking into the mirror, and the reflection showed a tiger. The second one was a large pelican-cum-crane thing swallowing a frog, and the frog was strangling him/her/it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese Culture test was quite troublesome. Due to forms of selfishness and whatnot, I did not receive my ultra-impt notes on Monday (Siyu gave them out late... by a week?) and Tues was the test date. So I have nothing to learn, esp when I had no idea that the notes were loaded onto IVLE. So Mdm Li asked me to write a compo in replacement of the test (fill in the blanks). At least it was fairer, and I have to only hand it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now. DAZU.&lt;br /&gt;I was really quite nervous for the fact that I was still totally unfamiliar with the song, and that I keep thinking I will go off-key, and I will do better by just watching. However, Li fern did not seem to agree with that idea, and sort of talked me into playing, even just for a few lines. I didn't know how it went, but I think most of the time, she's doing solo. =P (There's only two people in bang di for this song, btw, me and her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still suffering from guilt and pondering if I should quit 3rd lang. I'm serious, actually, since I can't exactly cope that well like Jew Geng Jee (CKC, if you're wondering). I'm slacking and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite tiring and I am glad to get home. And I need sleep, like, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112316597436973270?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112316597436973270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112316597436973270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112316597436973270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112316597436973270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/08/dazu-day-p.html' title='Dazu day. =P'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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-14955109.post-112272904059432689</id><published>2005-07-30T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T07:37:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/count_hugs.cgi?hug=JY" height="40" width="240" title="HUGS" /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;*HUGS* TOTAL!&lt;a href="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/hugs.cgi?&amp;HUGS=yes&amp;amp;hug=JY"&gt;give JY more *HUGS*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/gethugs.cgi"&gt;Get hugs of your own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. This will be my new blog from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/289/320/moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised that when my old blog died of brain tremor. Maybe it couldn't handle so much information, or maybe it just went haywire, or maybe it simply hated me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today me, Krix, Shu Hui &amp;amp; Chewfei went to Causeway Point. The original plans were to go to Kbox, but since we decided that there were only four of us, it seemed like a waste. So we went to watch Evil Eyes instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you watched The Eye already, do NOT watch Evil Eye, as they are exactly similiar line-to-line, except in Hindi form. The plot is completely anticipated. e.e Wasted 8.5 bling blings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to take Neoprints. ^^ (Will scan if I have the time...) Chewfei went home after hanging out a while in Mcdonalds. That was when the above picture was taken, and we saw Marcus after that. He threw ice at me twice, which I didn't notice at first. Shu Hui went "Ohh!! JY hair so pretty! Like got crystal liddat!" Then Kris went "No la, it's water...?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I realised it's COLD. "Ice."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dunno why. So I continued to talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FLICK. Another ice. Fall onto my lap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Huh? Drop from sky??" I asked stupidly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No la, the air-con!" Shu Hui waved the matter aside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I peeked behind Kris and Shu Hui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I saw it. The evil MARCUS HENG, with his abysmal friend right beside him. I stomped over and ruffled his hair mirthlessly. &gt;D He begged for my mercy, then I let him off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So very childish and immature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO! Let's not talk about him anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have yet the time to practise my dizi (don't ask me what I'm doing now...), and practise Dearest on my piano. I have to buy the tuner (cost around $50... So ex) before the next practise, and I need a new wallet. This one keeps dropping the coins (which Portia obviously knows). I also need handphone cover + stickers, cos this one is so plain, and obviously, Gift-A-Name letters to go with my handphone accessory. =D I also need a new watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone feel like giving me an early x'mas present? n.n&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14955109-112272904059432689?l=-jy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/feeds/112272904059432689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14955109&amp;postID=112272904059432689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112272904059432689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14955109/posts/default/112272904059432689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jy.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-blog.html' title='My new blog.'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331535106623953465</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>
